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2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: Jack Date: December 1, 2019, 4:59 pm
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Bailey Stewart’s uniform was exactly in place. Seeing him, one
wouldn’t know that it hadn’t been fifteen minutes since he’d
stood, bent over, with his trousers around his ankles, his boxer
briefs around his knees, and his various upper garments either
off or rolled up to leave his buttocks completely exposed.
Bailey had fought hard to be brave and keep control, but it had
been the worst punishment he’d ever received. He’d gained
control of his crying rather quickly, but his eyes were still
raw and his nose was stuffed up. Of course, even though it was
still a few days before the winter solstice, one wouldn’t know
that by the weather, and someone could have been forgiven
Bailey’s sniffs and red eyes were the result of a virus or even
just the frigid wind blowing outside.
Still, there was little doubt as to what the cause of Bailey’s
condition actually was, at least not to one who knew what he was
about. It was revealed in his stiff legged gait; nearly
waddling as he tried to move without flexing his legs. One
who’d been in the same condition would no doubt recognize the
desire to move without flexing the buttocks and risking
reigniting the fire that a certain clear paddle had sunk deep
into the gluteal muscles. And at King’s Academy, the members of
that brotherhood were hardly rare.
Mr. Addler walked beside Bailey, trying to be slow and not
impatient, since he’d actually seen the cause of the boy’s
distress. Still, Mr. Addler had paperwork of his own with which
to deal, and it was hard not to resent the amount of time this
was taking from his day.
As they reached his locker, Bailey was finally able to stand
still, which was a great relief to him. He took a moment just
to sigh and relax, tempted to reach behind him to rub. Mr.
Addler picked that moment to clear his throat, so, instead,
Bailey reached for the combination lock.
“Personal property only, Mr. Stewart,” Addler reminded him.
Finals were over, and there was only one day left of school
before Christmas vacation began. Once upon a time, finals had
ended on the last day before vacation started, but an ill-timed
snow storm pointed out what a bad idea that was. Now the
students had a day or two of light duty - mostly used to clean
and celebrate the holidays - at least as long as they weather
cooperated.
Still, Bailey winced at the reminder of his situation. He
didn’t really even want to think about it, but there was going
to be a hearing to decide if he’d even be allowed to continue at
King’s Academy, much less under what conditions. He had a vague
idea of what that might entail, but he knew his dad would find
out all the details and let him know. Not that talking to his
father was going to be pleasant.
Bailey hadn’t bothered to carry any school books with him, so he
only slid a few things into his bag - folders, Christmas cards
from friends, a novel he’d been reading, and a small, wrapped
box he’d not had a chance to deliver.
“Have you heard from Ms. Russell?” he asked.
“Not since this morning,” Mr. Addler replied. “That wasn’t even
her, I guess. We just know she was in a wreck and was taken to
the hospital. I assume they’ll call when they have news.”
Bailey just nodded, unsure what to do next, but he finally
slipped the box into his bag.
As soon as the locker was shut, Mr. Addler didn’t quite grab
Bailey by the arm, but he did lead him quickly back to the
office, more concerned about getting back to his own work than
with the boy’s discomfort.
Thirty minutes later, Bailey was sitting on an uncomfortable
bench outside the office. The bench was backless and without
padding, so it wouldn’t have been comfortable even for someone
in a normal situation. For Bailey, it was nearly torture. Yet,
when he’d tried to stand, he’d been told to sit. A few minutes
later, he was called down for fidgeting too much. While he was
willing to risk the displeasure of a receptionist, when she
offered to let him stand, facing the wall, until his father
arrived, he tried to make himself settle down a bit.
And waiting for his father was another thing. He knew his dad
was going to be unhappy over this. When Mr. Addler had returned
him to the office, Bailey had been unhappy about having to make
his way home in the cold, windy weather; but not half as unhappy
as he’d been after they informed him that he couldn’t leave on
his own, and that his father was on his way to pick him up.
Bailey was able to see the main door to the school from where he
sat, and every time the door twitched, so did he. When it
finally opened to his father, his stomach fell to the floor.
Mr. Stewart was plainly not happy. Bailey knew part of it was
the whole situation, but he also knew how upset his father was
whenever he had to leave work. Having to leave work for this
situation was probably making his dad exponentially more
unhappy. All of that was very evident in the look with which
Mr. Stewart pierced his son.
Bailey started to rise as his father approached him, but his dad
just waved him back, then entered the office. While Bailey
wasn’t happy to remain seated, at least the burning sensation
had faded, even if his butt still ached. Another ten minutes
dragged by before his father finally came back out.
Whatever had happened in the office, it hadn’t made his father
any happier.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Stewart told his son.
Bailey stood, carefully, grabbed his bag, and followed his
father out. While they walked, he tried to judge his father’s
tone of voice.
As they crossed the parking lot, Mr. Stewart dug into his
pocket, unlocking the car as they approached. Bailey circled
around and climbed into the passenger’s seat, putting his bag at
his feet. The car started, and some classic rock-style
Christmas music began to play, but his father clicked the music
off.
Bailey’s father remained silent as he maneuvered the car out of
the parking lot and into the street.
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Re: 2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: Adric Date: December 1, 2019, 6:41 pm
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Enjoyed Chapter 2 - looking forward to the rest. :) Thanks for
all the work.
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Re: 2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: kalico Date: December 3, 2019, 1:16 am
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Enjoyed reading this chapter and can’t wait go and read the
next.....
Thanks for sharing jack
Hugs kal
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Re: 2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: David M. Katz Date: December 4, 2019, 12:45 pm
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Glad I waited to start so now there is no anticipation. ;D
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Re: 2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: db105 Date: December 8, 2019, 7:24 am
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I was confused for a moment because Mr Allard had turned into Mr
Addler, but enjoying the story. It looks like poor Bailey is in
serious trouble.
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Re: 2 December 2019 - It Happened One Christmas Chapter Two
By: Jack Date: December 8, 2019, 7:28 am
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[quote author=db105 link=topic=1595.msg16290#msg16290
date=1575811473]
I was confused for a moment because Mr Allard had turned into Mr
Addler, but enjoying the story. It looks like poor Bailey is in
serious trouble.
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