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25 December 2018 - Merry Club Red Chrstmas
By: Jack Date: December 24, 2018, 3:17 pm
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[center]A Club Red Christmas
[size=14pt]by Jack Wells[/size][/center]
After I’d gotten stripped down to my boxers, I helped Rick set
up all the chairs, so they were more in a circle than we
normally do. While we were doing that, Jerry came in with one
of those insulated bags, like they deliver pizza in, and he was
the last one. He’d brought this big thing of pizza rolls, and
Connor took that and put them out on the table while Jerry
hurried to strip down himself.
I guess it’s a weird Christmas party when 10 guys are standing
around in their boxers, but we were a pretty weird group, so it
worked for us. It was especially nice since most of us had
brought some Christmas stuff to wear.
Logan and I were both wearing those red Santa hats. Jerry had a
necklace of Christmas lights that actually lit up. Rick had one
too, but his was actually Grinch heads. Matt had this hat that
looked like a reindeer sitting on his head. Dan, Jacob, and
Jordan were all wearing Christmas boxers: Jake’s had Charlie
Brown and Snoopy, and Snoopy’s dog house was decorated with
Christmas lights; Dan’s were red and green and patterned like
you usually saw Christmas elves dressed; and, Jordan’s were red
and white like Santa’s costume, and he wore a Santa hat to go
with it. Kevin, who seemed like he was always cold, was wearing
a red sweater with snowflakes patterned all over it and a pair
of tighty whities to match. And Connor, the biggest horn dog in
a group full of us, was wearing red boxers and a red tie that
said, ‘kiss me under the mistletoe’ and a picture of mistletoe
and an arrow pointing down.
I’ll bet his dad didn’t know he had that!
Jerry walked to where his podium normally stood and turned to
face us.
“Everyone, this is Dan’s cousin, Matt,” Matt waved, “and Craig’s
friend, Logan”, Logan did the same. “They’re both under
consideration for membership, but we’ll talk about that at our
next regular meeting. Since this is NOT a meeting…” He paused
and waved at the table beside him, “Let’s eat!”
Someone had brought an extra camping heater, so the clubhouse
was nice and warm, despite the fact that it was really cold
outside and we were all nearly naked. There was a lot of stuff
to eat, and everyone was grabbing paper plates and loading them
up.
I’d thought Logan would stick by my side, but he and Jake had
hit it off, and they were talking to Connor, who probably did
have several interests in common with Logan, despite the huge
size difference.
It’s funny, because you think you’d know what a club like ours
would talk about. The honest truth is, unless something unusual
happened - like Connor getting paddled - we’d all said pretty
much everything we could think about. All of us had to deal
with parental controls, so it was hard to find much online.
Because of that, except when we met someone knew, we ended up
talking about stuff like school.
I realized I had never talked to Matt before. I knew he was
Dan’s cousin, and that he was visiting for the holidays, but I
didn’t know anything about his interest in our club. I started
to make my way towards him, when Jerry interrupted
He sat the plate he’d been holding on the edge of the table and
rapped his knuckles a few times, until everyone was quiet.
“Excuse me,guys, but we do have a couple of orders of business.”
We kept munching the munchies, but everyone turned to listen to
him.
“First of all, some of you have mentioned you’ll be traveling
this weekend. Since we’ve all been building up to this party,
nothing else much has been going on. Matt’s not going to be a
member, since he isn’t around that often, but we will need to
let Logan visit us for a couple of regular meetings, if he’s
still interested after today.
“Everyone but Jordan can be here Friday, but I’d have to be home
early, since my family’s leaving Saturday morning, and I’d have
to help Dad when he gets home that night. Rick’s Mom said we
can use her house, but not adults would be home. They have a
firepit so we could meet their at - say one? - then have
s’mores. Does that work for you Logan? Everyone?”
“We all agreed that it did.”
“After that, I think the next Friday we should just do a regular
meeting here. Should we start a little early so we have some
extra playtime?”
After a little discussion, we decided to text around after
Christmas and decide what time we should start.
“And that brings us right back to the party. We had to change
things when our guests were invited, so let me make sure
everyone understands.
“We’re going to put all the names, including our guests, in the
bowl. Someone - we can let Matt, since he’s the only guest who
might not be a new member - draw the first name. The person
picked will choose their presents. You all know the names
aren’t on the outside of the package, but were put inside the
wrapping. After someone unwraps your gift, you get to spank
that person, then you chose the next gift. If it doubles back,
then we’ll just draw another name to start again.”
I looked over at the table, where ten gifts gathered around a
small tree. Each one of them was wrapped - some more nicely
than others. It took me a moment to realize that nine of them
were wrapped with some amount of red - red paper, ribbons, and
bows abounded. Considering the name of the club, I suppose that
was inevitable. The only exception was Logan’s gift in silver
paper and blue ribbons, which had more to do with his mom having
finished wrapping everything, and him simply not having much
choice.
Shirt boxes and tie boxes predominated, which made my little
three inch cube stand out.
I looked back to see Rick holding the bowl above his head, and
Jerry withdrawing a name.
“And the winner… at least the beginner, is Jake.”
Jake raised his hands over his head, clasped, like he was
celebrating, and we all clapped for him. After a second, he
quit clowning and walked over to the table. He looked around,
but we’d all agreed to no shaking or weighing, so it only took
him a few second to reach out and pick up a long tie box,
wrapped in gold paper, with red ribbons and one of those curly
bows, also in red.
As Jake unwrapped it, I wondered whose it was as much as what it
was. He tore the paper loose, then had to pop some scotch tape
before opening the lid. His eyes went wide, and he picked up a
clear, eighteen inch ruler. I heard a quick laugh from behind
me as Jake lifted a gift card and groaned.
“Connor,” he said, with just a little dread, as the much bigger,
though younger, boy stepped forward
Jake handed the ruler to Connor, who moved to the chair Jerry
brought forward. Jake bent to remove his boxers, then walked to
the chair and let himself be lead over Connor’s lap.
Connor did a pretty brisk, though not long, job on the smaller
boy. It seemed like he was trying to give real, but not hard,
swats. Still, judging my Jake’s reaction, that ruler must
sting. He was definitely yelping before Connor let him up, and
Jake quickly grabbed his rear and started to rub, though he was
hard and laughing. Since Jake was rubbing his rear, I stepped
up to him, reached around, and helped out with rubbing the other
side.
Connor stepped out of his own boxers, then walked to the tree
where the rest of the gifts waited. Connor looked around for a
second, then reached out to chose a box that was about four
inches by four high and wide, but over a foot long. It was
wrapped in silver paper. As Connor unwrapped the bath brush, a
smirking Logan came forward to claim it and lead the older,
bigger boy to the spanking chair. It took a bit of effort for
them to get comfortable, but I was surprised by the good job
Logan did spanking Connor.
I smiled. It didn’t really matter what my parents had gotten me
for Christmas. This club was a great thing, and I was pretty
sure this was going to be my best Christmas ever.
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Re: 25 December 2018 - Merry Club Red Chrstmas
By: Adric Date: July 16, 2019, 10:31 pm
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=1049.msg10809#msg10809
date=1545686252]Shirt boxes and tie boxes predominated, which
made my little three inch cube stand out.[/quote]
Teaser. Here we have a mysterious 3" cube waiting to be opened
but no one has selected it yet. Wonder what's in there? ... and
wonder what has happened to that little memory chip with the
surreptitiously recorded spanking video? [emoji48]
Thanks for all the work on this story series, Jack. Good job on
all of them.
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Re: 25 December 2018 - Merry Club Red Chrstmas
By: Jack Date: July 18, 2019, 4:49 am
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At this point, I honestly don't remember if the 'three inch
cube' was supposed to be the memory stick, or if it was just a
tightly coiled belt.
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