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It Happened One Christmas Chapter Thirteen
By: Jack Date: December 13, 2019, 7:00 pm
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As the light faded, I turned back to Charlie.
“I suppose that was supposed to teach me a lesson? What, that
it was fair because we both got spanked?”
I knew that Charlie obviously wasn’t just another student at
King’s, and part of me realized that smarting off to him might
not be a good idea, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt like I
was being manipulated, and I couldn’t help being mad.
Charlie smiled at me, but shook his head.
“No, there are a couple of lessons here for those who can find
them, but that’s not one.”
I just stared at him.
He shook his head again.
“You keep talking about how unfair spankings are, Bailey, but
didn’t you notice that it was you boys who thought you should
apologize that time?”
I wanted to argue with it, but I thought back and realized he
was right.
“So?”
“So, doesn’t that make you wonder if spankings are really
unfair, or if you’re just mad at this one?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t. We just leaned
side by side for a minute, and he let me think.
After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the wind, I
realized something.
“You said two lessons,” I pointed out to him.
“Yeah, but I don’t think you’re ready to hear the other yet.”
He looked at me, then reached inside his coat. He pulled a flas
from it, unscrewed the lid, then took a sip. Then he held it
out to me.
“Mulled cider? Still warm.”
I’d never tried cider, and I wasn’t what ‘mulled’ meant, though
I was pretty sure it had to do with spices. Still, I took a sip
and found it surprisingly good and the warmth went down well.
“Don’t worry,” he said, taking it back from me. “It’s
non-alcoholic.”
He screwed the lid back on, replaced the flask, and re-fastened
his jacket before turning back to me.
“I know whuppings can be harsh, Bailey, especially when you
don’t deserve them or feel you don’t deserve them, or when
they’re more than you deserve. Still, do you really think
that’s always true?”
Even though I knew I was probably not being honest, I still
nodded my head. He shook his.
“I don’t think you do,” is all he said, and he pointed back into
the oncoming snow.
The transition was the same, and the scene was my bedroom as it
slowly came into focus. Not my room as it was now, with it’s
neatly framed movie posters from the Maze Runner, Hunger Games,
Back to the Future, Star Wars, and more, but my room as it had
been in the recent past. I started looking around, both for
myself and to figure out when the setting was, but before I
could decide, the door burst open.
“Why did you think you needed to steal something?” Dad asked,
not quite yelling at me.
I shivered as the familiar scene started to replay.
Dad had been pulling me by the arm, but now he let me go, and I
turned to look at him as I answered.
I watched it all repeat, right in front of me this time, instead
of in my head. The thing is, my focus was different this time.
I watched my younger self slowly strip, then lay over the bed.
I watched Dad double the belt up in his hand. I saw as it
smacked down across my butt. I heard myself cry out in agony
and buck as the pain tore through my body. I watched each
stripe go white before the red rushed back in. But this time, I
wasn’t face down on the bed, and I saw Dad.
I’d thought he was mad when I’d remembered it. He’d sounded
mad, but I realized he didn’t really look mad. I’d seen him
look this way before, but I couldn't remember when or why. I
couldn’t guess at what he was thinking.
The whipping suddenly stopped, but I - the younger me - was
still crying hard and loud. I hadn’t noticed before, hadn’t
remembered, but Dad stood there a long moment, definitely not
angry. He started to say something, but stopped. He rubbed his
hand across his face, then turned and walked quietly away.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Thirteen
By: David M. Katz Date: December 14, 2019, 1:58 pm
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At least Bailey has a different perspective now.
I don't think Charlie is a King's student at all.
(Where's the money?) ::)
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Thirteen
By: db105 Date: December 15, 2019, 11:46 am
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All this doesn't change whether the way Bailey was treated in
this case was fair or not, but at least shows it's not a
systematic campaign of mistreatment.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Thirteen
By: guest50 Date: December 15, 2019, 2:15 pm
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A systematic campaign of mistreatment? I'm lost on that one. The
memories seem to show Bailey's dad as a fair person when it
comes to discipline. Someone who doesn't spank for the enjoyment
of it. I'm still reserving judgement on how he will deal with
this situation.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Thirteen
By: Jack Date: December 15, 2019, 3:56 pm
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A systematic campaign of mistreatment? I'm lost on that one. The
memories seem to show Bailey's dad as a fair person when it
comes to discipline.
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I think that's his point - the memories show that Bailey's dad
is normally fair and at least somewhat understanding, making
this an aberration or overreaction possibly, assuming you don't
understand Dad's side of things.
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