It was now or never. I pulled myself up onto the edge of the pool, then strolled back into the house. Inside, the answering machine had picked up th... call. It wasn’t Dad. Some lady from BoConcept calling to let Mom know her chair was ready. I couldn’t find Mom in the kitchen or the living room so I headed upstairs. I flicked on an occasional light on my way, leaving a trail of dripping water in the hallway behind me. It was least a few degrees warmer up top. I found Mom inside the master. ”Oxy grabbed him by the collar and sat down on a well-used scooter seat. She threw him over her lap, pulled his pants down, and started pummeling his ass with her right hand as she held him in place with her left. His legs were kicking, and his arms were flailing as he screamed bloody murder. I grabbed his arms to hold him steady as Mom grabbed his legs. Sis kept spanking him even after he started to cry.When his ass was bright pink and blubbering with tears dripping on the ground, Sis said he. First he was surprised, maybe even shocked, then he looked wistful, as if he wished that I really meant it, then a big grin grew on his face as he considered the idea that I might really mean it.“You really mean that, don't you?”“Hell, yes. How about it.”“OK. I'll be back in Sydney often while you're working on the contract. Let's postpone the tourism to another trip. Will you come back to my hotel with me, or do you have somewhere else that you would rather go?”“Your hotel is closest. Let's go. "And he obeys me. He does what I say Peter, when I say it," she boasted, showing the haughtiness I recognized from our youth.He was a short, dapper man, maybe 5'5" and one hundred and twenty pounds, and I didn't doubt Mary's words, easily being able to imagine her sitting astride him, disciplining him."He's not a man," I howled, "He'll never fill you like you want, like you need." He likes it when I spank him," she whispered in my ear, "With a fat leather belt Peter," she finished, a triumphant.