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16 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 12
By: Jack Date: December 16, 2018, 5:32 pm
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[center]A Club Red Christmas Part 12
by Jack Wells[/center]
Everyone woke while I was cleaning the storage shed. That
turned out to be a good thing. Mom must have seen me out there,
putting everything back in the shed. When I came in, she
directed me to go around to the utility room. By the time I got
there, she had a towel and a bathrobe fresh from the dryer, and
by the time I was undressed and dried off, she had hot cocoa and
peanut butter toast for me.
I guess there are benefits to getting up and getting to work.
“It looks great, Craig,” Dad said, after taking a quick look at
it. “I can’t believe you did it in this weather, though. I
would have extended your deadline if I’d known it was going to
be like this.”
…….
I guess there are downsides, too.
After cleaning up, I decided I’d woken up too early, and took a
quick nap. Later, I was looking through my decks when Logan
called to see if I was still coming and when. He was ready and
waiting, so I got dressed, said goodbye, and headed that way.
There house looked funny in the daylight. They had these flat
things just lying in the yard. It took me a minute to realize
they were inflatables, with the fan turned off. I wondered
briefly if they had to turn them on and off each night or if
they were on a timer.
When I rang, Mrs. Lanier opened the door.
“Hello, Craig,” she greeted me. “I have a few errands to run,
so you boys will be alone for a while. Do you know how to use
an oven?”
“Hello,” I replied. “Yes, ma’am, I do.”
“Good. I mean, technically Logan does, but he always forgets to
set the timer and ends up burning things. Anyway, I ask,
because there are some pizza rolls in the freezer, if you boys
want a snack, so, if you get hungry, help yourself.”
She politely pushed past me as she left.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but you should be fine.
You boys have fun.”
Feeling slightly bemused, I told her goodbye and turned to find
Logan watching from the stairs. He just smiled and shook his
head.
“Hey,” he said nodding.
I nodded back. “Hey. Ready to play?”
He nodded again. “Can we play a couple of fun games, before we
bet. I want to warm up.”
I shrugged. “Sure.”
We did play a few games, and we had fun doing it. He lost the
first several before he finally won one, which was mostly
because I got a horrible draw. He was pretty upset when he lost
the next one, but I’d seen several problems he was having, so we
tore his deck apart and rebuilt it, while I explained the
changes we were making and the problems he’d been having.
We only paused long enough to warm up the pizza rolls.
I put away my fun deck after that, and we played a few more
games. He did much better and actually won a couple of them.
“You tired of playing yet?” I asked after his second win.
“No. Are you?”
“Nope, but do you still want to bet?”
“I’ve actually won some today. You’d better believe I do.”
I warned him I was going to play my tourney deck, but he was
okay with that. We made sure we both agreed on the stakes, then
we sat down to play.
I must have helped him a lot, because he did win one, but my
tourney deck does pretty good against experienced players, and I
won the third game handily.
When i won the third game, winning the match, suddenly Logan got
very nervous.
“You’re gonna spank me now?” he asked.
“That was the bet,” I reminded him.
“And I gotta pull down my pants and undies?”
“You don’t have to,” I answered, giving him a second to look
relieved, before I added, “I could do it for you.”
“Ah, man,” he responded, blushing brightly.
“But just your hand, right?”
I nodded. I don’t know why he was going over it all, since we’d
just discussed it, but I didn’t mind too much. I was anxious to
get on with it, but I also was enjoying the tension.
Logan went over to his window and looked out.
“At least nobody else is home yet. The last time Joshua spanked
me, Mom was cooking dinner. He doesn’t spank as hard as Dad,
but he still spanks really hard, and I had to put my face in a
pillow so Mom wouldn’t hear it.”
“Your big brother spanks you?” I blurted out in surprise.
Logan blushed even redder, but nodded.
Logan was really cute, with thick hair a solid, buttery blond,
gray eyes, and a rosy complexion. Joshua had the same basic
looks, but where Logan wasn’t even five foot tall and skinny,
Josh was nearly as tall as my dad, and he had a narrow waist,
but broad shoulders.
I reminded Logan we needed to get started before someone did get
home. He sighed, but he also started to undo his fly.
Logan was a little older than Riley, but his peter wasn’t any
bigger, and his little balls were still just a bump between his
legs.
I sat down at his desk chair, and he came over to me.
“Does Joshua spank with a paddle or something?”
“No,” Logan answered as he crawled across my lap. “He just uses
his hand, but his hand’s hard!”
I tried to show him that my hand wasn’t exactly soft. I slapped
back and forth, from cheek to cheek, turning both of them red.
I slapped his leg a few times, but he complained about that, and
I didn’t want to make him not want to bet again in the future,
so I kept going.
His little butt wasn’t big enough for me to move my hand around
a lot, but I spanked back and forth, up and down, moving my
target as much as I could. He took it pretty well for a while,
but as his buns started shading from pink to true red, he
started squirming around and yelping a bit.
“I’m crying,” he informed me after a few more smacks.
“You are? I can’t hear you.”
He twisted around to look back at me, Tears were flowing. I’d
hardly call his cheeks drenched, but they were certainly damp.
“I think of crying when you’re making noise.”
“Oh- ouch!”
I smiled as he fell forward again.
“Just a few more,” I warned him, slapping down across his sit
spot this time, and he yelped again.
I finished up and let Logan stand. I was sure his butt must be
burning, since my hand was, but I was also experiencing
discomfort elsewhere, since my dick was rock hard and had gotten
caught in the fly of my boxers, bending it around.
Logan couldn’t be too sore, since he was able to dance around a
bit, and he rubbed his butt with both hands, while theatrically
owing and ouching. To my surprise, I also realized, as he
danced around, that I wasn’t the only one with an erection. He
saw me looking at it and smiled. Taking one hand from behind
him, he grasped it at the base and gave it a shake.
“Does yours get like this?”
I nodded, watching as he shook it and gave it an occasional
half-stroke.
“Do you play with it?”
I nodded again, then cleared my throat. “Not like that,
though.”
“Show me how you do it?” he requested.
What the heck, it’d been six or seven hours since the last time
I’d shot. Why not give him a lesson?
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Re: 16 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 12
By: Adric Date: July 15, 2019, 9:04 pm
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Good story. I'm having trouble understanding how a game played
with one player's "tournament deck" is competitive, since that
would seem to give an automatic advantage. If I were Logan, I
would probably be suggesting that we swap decks for half the
games to even the competition.
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Re: 16 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 12
By: Jack Date: July 16, 2019, 6:55 am
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Building your own deck is part of it in things like this. While
there is some skill in choosing which cards to play, building a
deck that can consistently get those cards into your hand is
where the real skill is required.
When I'm playing one of these card games regularly, I usually
have a number of decks built - some for fun, some just to try an
idea, some to play multiple opponents, and some that are made to
go in and win as quick as possible - my tourney decks.
While it can get very frustrating, playing against someone with
more skill and better decks than you is how you develop as a
player.
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Re: 16 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 12
By: Zyngaru Date: July 16, 2019, 8:40 am
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When I was still driving for a living, after 911, I began
visiting a middle school, helping them get through the tragedy.
Even though Indiana is a long way from New York and Washington
DC they were scared of planes dropping out of the sky on top of
them. During that time, I began mentoring three of the boys,
one of which was a foster kid, who had a terrible life in foster
care. The thing that held these three boys together was MTG
(Magic the Gathering), they lived and breathed this game. They
built decks and rebuilt decks over and over again. I started
holding mini tournaments with them at a teachers house, when I
wasn't out on the road. I never got very good at the game. I
liked it. It was fun, but it just never became part of my
existence like it did for these boys. But I got a real kick at
watching them play. They would get so excited when there plan
worked and they won. I would buy the extension packs, and the
winner would get to pick one of them, to add to his collection
of cards. One of the funniest things was when I played with
them, they would actually try and let me win. They felt bad
that I would lose so quickly. For me, I played to watch them
have fun. For a brief time, they could forget their lives and
just have fun with friends.
What I can attest to is that boys do get into their games. They
knew every card by heart. They knew each characters strong and
weak points, how much damage each character could do. They knew
the spells by heart. They knew how to combine the spells to
wipe their opponent out of the game, very efficiently.
So as Jack says: Most of the thrill of the game, is actually
the building of the decks. To play the game well, you really do
have to know your deck. Using someone else's deck would be a
huge disadvantage. Your deck is an extension of who you are and
how you play. I used a combination of a white and blue deck.
It was weak but it fit my personality. The boys would use
combinations of black and red decks. Very strong decks, but not
my personality. One boy used a mostly green deck with a few
from black. He was the strongest. He was the foster boy and he
spent more time knowing his deck, which was his advantage. His
deck was himself as he saw himself in the world of fantasy game
playing.
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Re: 16 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 12
By: Jack Date: July 16, 2019, 5:16 pm
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My all time favorite deck came back in the Urza Cycle (99) - it
was a Red and Green land destruction deck. One of my favorite
fun decks was an all white griffin deck.
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