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It Happened One Christmas Chapter Twelve
By: Jack Date: December 12, 2019, 4:53 pm
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Slowly the image of the two young boys getting up from their
games to greet their moms faded to black and white, and then to
just a rush of snow, that collapsed to a normal fall as the wind
died.
“What was that?” I asked, turning to Charlie.
“Just memories, but important ones, don’t you think?”
“Why is that memory so important?”
“Because you’re saying spankings are unfair, but are they
really?”
“How is it fair to hit Harry for hitting me?”
“How is it fair to drive 200 miles an hour at a Nascar race, but
not in a school zone?”
“Those aren’t the same thing at all!”
“Exactly. Your uncle’s responsible for trying to correct his
son’s behavior and teach him how to act in public, including
consequences when he thinks they’re necessary. Is that really
why Harry hit you?”
I was quiet again and starting to try to remember if I’d ever
seen Charlie around the school at all.
“You’re kind of stubborn, Bailey.”
I looked at him. It wasn’t the words, but the way he said them
that caught my attention - very adult, and kind of like the way
I’d heard them dozens of times before.
I shrugged.
“So, what you’re saying is maybe that was fair to you, but was
it really fair to Harry?”
I nodded.
“But doesn’t that mean that spankings at least can be fair?”
“Maybe it was fair to me, but I wasn’t the one getting spanked,”
I said, glad to be back on solid ground.
“But is that always true?”
The wind picked up again, blowing snow into my face, and I
turned back, not surprised to see that mysterious light again.
Again it was like I rushed forward towards a light that slowly
became a window, but I was a bit confused this time, since the
window didn’t open into our house. It took me a second to
realize we were at Uncle Hank’s place. It wasn’t really the
decor or furniture that made me realize it, but the two young
boys standing in separate corners.
It was me and Harry again, and I recognized ‘the when’ quickly.
This was about five years ago, when I was nine and Harry must
have been eleven. I’m pretty sure I would have recognized it
even without us being in the corners. Even without seeing the
front of the sweater ‘I’ was wearing, I knew the red and white
patterns with the blue accents were set off by a winter-dressed
Stitch. I’d been so proud of that sweater, right up until I’d
seen Harry’s blue and green Santa Shark sweater… Which
admittedly is still one of the most awesome things I’ve ever
seen, second only to T-Rex Claus.
Even if I hadn’t known what was going on, I would have guessed
the two boys were in trouble. Of course, them standing in the
corner was pretty suggestive, but both of them having their
jeans around their ankles was pretty much a giveaway. My
sweater fell far enough to cover my tighty whities, making it
look like I was bare from the waist down. Harry’s sweater was
down just as far, but he’d changed to boxer briefs, so you could
see his legs weren’t bare.
I’d been focusing on the two boys so closely that I jumped
nearly as high as the boys when Uncle Hank’s voice broke the
silence.
“We’re going to ask you two where you went just one more time.
And we’d better get the truth this time.”
“We’re telling the truth,” Harry protested, looking back over
his shoulder at his dad. “We just went around the block to look
at Christmas lights.”
“Your mother did not say you could do that, Harry,” my dad
replied. “You did lie about that.”
“We didn’t,” I protested.
“You asked if you could leave the house and go around the
block?”
Both of us were silent this time.
Uncle Hank walked over to Harry’s desk and pulled the chair out.
Turning it to face into the room, he sat. Dad walked over and
sat on Harry’s bed. Each of them motioned at his own son, and
the two of us hobbled over to our own dad.
Little me was looking mostly at his feet, but I saw Dad look at
his older brother before he cupped my chin in his hand. Little
Bailey’s head lifted to look Dad in the eyes, but it was Uncle
Hank who spoke.
“Did you ask your mother if you could leave the house, to go
look at lights or for any other reason?”
I glanced back at Harry, and he answered for us.
“We told them we were going to,” he admitted a bit reluctantly.
“Bailey, are you allowed to go out after dark without
permission?”
He shook his head ‘no’.
“Is telling your mom you’re going to do something getting
permission?”
He shook his head again.
I noticed that Uncle Hank had been watching us, but now he
looked back at Harry.
“Harry, did your mom tell you that you could go look at lights?”
Harry tried to look at me - young me - but his father held his
chin. Reluctantly, he shook his head.
Both boys were looking at their feet, but both dads looked at
each other. My dad took a long breath, then nodded. Uncle Hank
was still for a moment, then he nodded back.
“Guys,” Uncle Hank said after a long moment, “the rules are
there for a reason. We believe that you just wanted to look at
the Christmas lights, but that doesn’t change that you broke the
rules. You’re not supposed to just leave the house when you
feel like it - especially not after dark. When we realized you
were gone, we were very worried. We didn’t know where to look
for you or how long you’d been gone. Your moms -- all four of
us, honestly -- were scared, do you understand that?”
There was a long pause before Harry murmured an apology. A
second later I echoed him.
Uncle Hank reached out and hugged his son to him, and Dad did
the same to me. The two dads exchanged a look again, then the
hugs broke. Dad took my hands in his and raised mine, resting
them atop my head. I whimpered and I heard Harry whimper as
well. Looking back, I saw he was in the same position. His
sweater had risen up his waist enough to completely expose his
boxers, and I watched as Uncle Hank slid them down Harry’s
smooth legs. Almost as soon as Harry’s butt was exposed, I felt
my own briefs start down.
Dad picked up the lecture.
“Guys, you’re not in trouble for looking at Christmas lights,
but rules are there for a reason, and actions have consequences.
You’re not about to get spanked because you worried us, though
we were really worried. You’re about to get spanked because if
we can’t trust you to do what you’re supposed to do in the
house, we’re going to have to make sure you remember what
happens to boys who break the rules before we take you to the
park tomorrow. Understand?”
Both of us, standing hobbled by jeans and undies, bottoms bared,
managed to choke out our understanding,though Harry sounded as
close to crying as I felt.
Dad lifted me over his lap, and I - little me - was able to
catch a glimpse of Harry being guided across his dad’s lap,
before my attention was totally caught by the hand resting on my
bare rear.
As a kid… I mean, as the kid getting spanked, I’d never really
thought about anything like technique. From my current vantage,
I saw Dad and Uncle Harry both take a moment to rub my… his..
their… our butts, one cheek, then the other, then give it a pat
before doing the same to the other cheek. It didn’t even seem
deliberate, and it made me wonder how grandpa had spanked them.
Then the sudden crack and yelp made me jump, as I realized
Harry’s spanking had already started. I’d been concentrating so
much on my own spanking that I hadn’t realized Harry’s had
already started.
I’d been paddled today, seen myself spanked…. In the past, sort
of - seen my cousin spanked. Kids getting spanked is probably
as noisy as you think it is. But two boys getting spanked at
once? Wow!
Neither dad was taking it easy on us - I guess because we’d made
them worry about us? Maybe it’s just because we’d been younger
in those earlier spankings. For whatever reason, these
spankings seemed much longer, much harder, than the ones I’d
seen before, and both boys were giving the reaction they seemed
to deserve.
Over and over again I watched those hands smacking up and down.
After a bit, I noticed Dad was going a bit slower than Uncle
Hank. That didn’t seem to affect the amount of crying I was
doing, because I was younger I guess. Finally, Dad’s hand came
up, he paused, and seemed to examine my rear for a moment. His
hand came down, but softly this time, and he rubbed my rear a
bit. The sound of bare hand slapping bare bottom continued a
bit longer, though in mono this time, before Uncle Hank decided
he’d done a good enough job as well.
We both stayed where we were crying, until Uncle Hank lifted
Harry to his feet. Dad stood me up just a second later. Both
of us were hugged, then told we could dress and come out when we
were ready.
Harry and I were still crying, and we stood there with our pants
and shorts still below our knees. Both of us were only
children, but our families spent a fair amount of time together,
and the two of us had shared beds and baths a number of times.
I remember being more embarrassed about the spanking than about
Harry seeing me n aked and crying. I wondered briefly how he
felt about it.
Harry was rubbing at his tears, but slowly he began to rub his
rear instead. Carefully, I followed his example.
“They were really mad at us,” I suggested hesitantly, once I
thought I could speak past my tears.
Harry nodded, not bothering to answer.
I looked at him a bit. It seemed like his p enis was bigger
than I remembered. At some point, Uncle Hank had shoved Harry’s
sweater up a ways, so Harry was basically naked from chest to
knees. It was an interesting look. Looking past him, I could
see the mirror on his dresser and how red his rear was.
Harry looked behind him, apparently noticing my glace. He
looked at his own rear for a minute before turning back to me.
“Could I look at yours?”
I nodded, and he and I took a few moments to check out each
other’s rears. I’d seen his bare bottom plenty of times before,
but never fresh from a spanking. I wondered if mine was as red
as his.
A few minutes past without much more than interested noises
before he spoke again.
“I guess we should go on out there.”
I nodded, stepped back, and reached for my undies.
“I guess we should apologize too,” Harry added thoughtfully as
we dressed.
“Probably be a good idea,” I agreed. “But can we wash our faces
first?”
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Twelve
By: db105 Date: December 13, 2019, 4:27 am
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Looks like Charlie is a very pro-spanking Christmas angel. 8)
Let's hope he convinces Bailey to go back home. I wonder how his
parents will react when he does.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Twelve
By: David M. Katz Date: December 14, 2019, 1:56 pm
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Looks like Charlie is a very pro-spanking Christmas angel. 8)
Let's hope he convinces Bailey to go back home. I wonder how his
parents will react when he does.
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Yes, I like Charlie. I do think Bailey will go home but I think
he is definitely in for a whipping now.
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