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It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
By: Jack Date: December 10, 2019, 4:59 pm
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I blinked for a second, as I realized we were still standing on
the bridge. I wiped a bit of snow off my nose and huddled a bit
deeper into my coat.
Charlie was still standing by my side, and I turned to face him
a bit more directly. I had to clear my throat a couple of times
before I could speak.
“I never said all adults were being cruel or mean when they
whupped somebody.”
“You said it wasn’t fair. Doesn’t that kind of imply mean?”
I thought about it for a moment before I shook my head.
“It is mean, but I guess adults don’t have to be mean while
they’re doing it. It’s just… Why couldn’t he have just told me
that I shouldn’t throw my disc anymore because it broke the
vase?”
“He DID tell you not to throw it, Bailey,” Charlie responded.
“I felt my face go red, as I blushed deeply at his patient tone,
but he went on before I could think of a response.
“... and you broke the vase anyway. Isn’t something else needed
when talking hasn’t worked?”
You ever have one of those points where you want to say ‘no’,
but you know it’s not the honest answer? I just stood there
quietly.
“Besides,” Charlie went on, “it’s not like you’ve thought every
spanking was unfair. Did you?”
I shook my head and looked away again, but as I did, the wind
gusted and a flash of light caught my eye.
It was my house again - me again, but younger than the first
time. Was it the Christmas before the last, so I’d been maybe
six years old, or was I only five now? I recognized the pajamas
I was wearing - red and black plaid ones that matched what Dad
was wearing, except, over my heart, mine had a big Santa face
and cotton for his hair and beard. Because Dad was holding me,
I was at least able to be sure that I was younger this time than
I’d been in the last.
At first, I wasn’t sure what was going on. I was crying, and
Dad was comforting me, but I didn’t remember a spanking
happening. For that matter, in the last vision, Dad had
mentioned my first ‘big boy’ spanking. Then my view shifted,
and I realized what was happening.
Walking down the hall towards my bedroom was my uncle Hank, and
his son, my cousin Harry. Harry and Uncle Hank were wearing
pajamas that matched what Dad and I were wearing, except Harry’s
were just like the grown ups.
That’s where the problem started.
Harry had been teasing me about wearing ‘baby pajamas’, instead
of big kid ones like he was wearing, from his towering advantage
of nearly thirty months older than me. I didn’t really care,
but then he started calling me a baby. I’d done as I’d been
taught, and asked Dad about it. Dad had explained that they
were for younger kids, but that didn’t make them baby clothes.
Uncle Hank had said something quietly to Harry.
Harry and I had gone off to play again, but then Harry started
calling me a tattletale. I don’t remember what I’d said back to
him, but it had been enough to make him punch me in the arm.
From shock as much as pain, I’d cried out. It had been enough
to grab our Dads’ attention. When they showed up, Harry tried
to call me a liar, but it was easy enough to see a red spot on
my arm, and it must have been pretty obvious that I hadn’t
punched myself.
Now Harry and Uncle Hank were shutting my bedroom door behind
them, and Harry didn’t seem happy about it.
When it had happened, I’d been in the living room with Dad. I’d
heard some of what was going on, but I’d been more focused on
Dad rubbing my arm for me and talking about how hard it was to
get along with people sometimes.
Now, as the bedroom door shut between me and Dad and Harry and
his dad, I slid into the bedroom with them.
“What happened Harold?”
Harry winced to hear his real name.
“He called me a bad name.”
“Did you hit him.”
Harry was silent.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Harry mumbled.
“Speak up, son. Did. You, Hit. Your. Cousin?”
“Yessir,” Harry mumbled.
“Did he hit you?”
“Nosir.”
“What did he call you?”
Harry was silent a moment, before he replied.
“He called me a boogerhead.”
“And you didn't call him anything?”
He was quiet again.
“Should I go ask Bailey?”
“I didn’t call him nuthin’. I just said he was a tattletale,
‘cause he is.”
Uncle Hank looked a bit sad as he shook his head.
“You know, son. I understand that Bailey’s not even six yet. I
don’t expect you to be best friends or anything right now. The
thing is, why can’t you try to get along with him for just a few
hours on one evening? As soon as your mom and aunt get home, we
can have snacks and watch a little tv and open some gifts. Why
do you have to make this such a drama?”
“I don’t wanna play baby games!” Harry replied sullenly, and I
had to wonder if I imagined the stomp of his foot.
“Your cousin might be younger than you, but he’s not a baby.
Besides, you have puzzles and games just like that at home that
you like playing.”
Harry was silent. Uncle Hank sighed, then reached forward and
pulled his son towards him.
I hadn’t noticed it, but Uncle Hank had sat on the side of my
bed, almost exactly where Dad had - or would? - when I got my
first big boy spanking. Harry must have realized what was going
on, because he suddenly began to fidget and beg as his dad
started to undress him. Uncle Hank must have been accustomed to
it, though, because Harry didn’t have a chance, and it was only
a couple of moments before Harry stood naked, except for a pair
of red socks.
Uncle Hank put his hands on Harry’s shoulders and looked him in
the eyes.
“Son, you’re going to have to deal with people your entire life.
You just can’t hit people because you’re not happy with them.
And making fun of someone or calling them names is a good way to
make sure no one likes you.”
“I’m sowwy, Daddy.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I hope you’ll tell your Uncle and Cousin
that, but it doesn’t change what you did. C’mon now, let’s get
this over with.”
Uncle Hank’s hands went from Harry’s shoulders to his waist, and
he lifted the eight year old across his lap, to an accompaniment
of ‘No’ that would have done Luke Skywalker proud.
Harry has always been built a bit stockier than me. His pale
little rear faced up at the ceiling, looking firm but very
round. Uncle Hank let his hand rest upon it for a moment,
rubbing one cheek, then the other, then both, before it rose up.
He spanked much like I’d seen Dad spank before - after? - this.
It was mostly wrist, though Uncle Hank put a bit of elbow into
it. Hank went faster than Dad, but not a lot faster. He
spanked cheek to cheek, top then bottom, but he also got down on
the legs a bit. Harry was quickly screaming as the pain built
and his white bottom turned red.
It wasn’t a long spanking, and the smacks weren’t really fast.
Maybe thirty seconds passed and only about half that many
smacks, but it was enough to leave Harry weeping in misery.
Uncle Hank rubbed his son’s bottom for a moment, before sitting
him up and cuddling him, letting the boy cry against his chest.
Back in the living room, Dad had finished rubbing my arm. I’d
listened a bit as it became obvious what was happening, but Dad
had distracted me by helping with the Santa puzzle I’d been
trying to get Harry to help me with.
A few minutes passed quietly. We finished that puzzle. I
wanted to do another, but Dad steered me towards a magazine that
had some picture games in it. He found a pencil, and I was
deeply involved in finding differences when Harry and Hank
rejoined us.
I looked up when they left my bedroom, then watched as Harry
talked quietly to Dad, before he and Uncle Hank walked over to
me.
“Bailey?” Uncle Hank asked.
I looked at him.
“Harry has something he’d like to say.”
He looked at his son, who wasn’t looking very comfortable.
Looking back, I have to wonder if that was from the spanking or
the apology.
“I’m sorry I hit you and called you names.”
I looked at Dad, who nodded and moved his mouth.
I looked back at my cousin.
“Thank you. I’m sorry for calling you a name, too.”
Uncle Hank nudged Harry, who held out his hand. We shook.
“Now, can you two play peacefully until your moms get home?”
We looked at each other, then both tentatively nodded.
The adults left us alone, and I started to go back to my puzzle
books, when Harry interrupted me.
“Did I see a Ninja Turtles playset in your room?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit it, since I wasn’t sure if it
was a baby toy or not, but I nodded.
“Can we look at it?”
With that, I led my cousin back to my room, where we managed to
stay out of trouble until our moms arrived.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2019, 8:09 pm
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I wonder if Aunt Carrie belongs to Uncle Hank?
If I follow right, Charlie showed this to Bailey because Bailey
felt Harry had been unfairly spanked?
Not sure what Charlie is up to yet but he seems like a spanko
kid. ;D :P
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
By: db105 Date: December 11, 2019, 2:20 am
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If I follow right, Charlie showed this to Bailey because Bailey
felt Harry had been unfairly spanked?
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That's not what it seems to me. It seems to me that he's trying
to get Bailey to understand the point of view of the adults.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
By: No Way Out Date: December 11, 2019, 3:11 am
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I'm trying to focus on the story, but my inner nerd is
distracting me, because there is another Star Wars reference in
this chapter. ;D
I'm also distracted, because I'm always cold, and when I read
about Bailey standing out there in the snow having
hallucinations, it reminds me of Hans Christian Anderson's
fairy-tale about the girl selling matches. She froze to dead,
and I wouldn't exactly call that a happy ending... (I'm hoping
for one of those, remember? Nudge, nudge)
No seriously, I like the story very much, and I'm curious if the
discussion between the boys might bring up some further aspects.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
By: guest50 Date: December 11, 2019, 3:36 am
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I also think the visions were meant to be reassuring. In both
instances the spankings were given for a reason and were given
in love.
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