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It Happened One Christmas Chapter Seventeen
By: Jack Date: December 21, 2019, 5:21 pm
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“Teenagers are too old to get spanked.”
You’d think something that made me stop thinking about David
getting switched would make me feel better, but it didn't - it
just made my stomach churn in a different way. You see, that
phrase had a special meaning to me - a special association.
Seventh grade was our first year in middle school. That’s where
I met Kevin.
Kevin was one of those guys - he was smart, good looking, funny
- everyone liked him. He didn’t play football, but he was
athletic. He and I had several classes together, but I didn’t
think he even noticed me. The thing I liked best about Kevin is
that he got good grades, but didn’t take class too seriously,
and he managed to cut up in class sometime, but he never got in
trouble for it.
I don’t remember how it happened - maybe it was just random, but
Kevin and I were assigned to work as partners on a book report.
It was really a pretty simple project. We both had to read the
book and prepare a report, then put together some type of
project and give the report in class. Not a huge problem, but
it gave us an excuse to work together.
I don’t know if Kevin and I would ever be best friends or
anything, but we spent a couple of weeks working together. The
teacher gave us five minutes in class each day for planning. We
both finished the book, and I planned out the report while he
came up with some ideas to do for the project. He used my
outline to write most of the project, while I put together the
stuff to do the project.
One afternoon, we’d met in the library to finish the report. I
was ready to walk home, but he was waiting for his mom to pick
him up, so we were just sitting around talking, since I didn’t
have a specific time to be home.
“You want to get a soda?”
“I don’t have any money, and I thought you had to wait for your
mom.”
“We can get free ones from the teachers’ lounge,” he explained
to me.
I knew it was a bad idea. Not only was it stealing, but we
weren’t really even supposed to be in the building that late.
But Kevin really wanted to, and I didn’t want to look like a
baby, so I went.
The bad luck is we were caught in the teachers' work area, which
is totally off limit to unaccompanied students. The only good
luck is that we hadn’t gotten the drinks yet, so the coach that
caught us just figured we were exploring for the heck of it.
Which didn’t keep him from taking us to the office.
The public school where I used to attend didn’t really use the
paddle, which was the good thing, but we both got detention,
which meant there was no way I could hide it from my parents.
When we headed back to the front of the school, I picked up my
stuff and got ready to head home.
“Why don’t you wait? My mom’ll give you a ride?”
It wasn’t really that far, and I wanted a chance to think about
it. I know how my dad was when he caught me lying, but maybe it
would be worth just explaining I had to stay after school again,
instead of saying I got detention.
And then Kevin asked me what was wrong, and I made the mistake
of telling him.
“My dad gets really mad when I get in trouble at school, and if
he finds out I got detention…”
Kevin just shrugged.
“He’ll what, ground you?”
I didn’t answer, but I think I blushed. I must have done
something to give it away, because Kevin seemed to suddenly
realize.
“He whups you? You’re going to get a whupping when he finds
out?”
“No!” I protested. “But he spanks really hard.”
“Spanks?” Kevin exclaimed laughing. “Ah - is da widdle baby
going to get a ‘panking?”
“It’s not funny, Kevin,” I complained.
“Yeah,” he said through laughter, picking up his stuff as he saw
his mom come around the corner. “Yeah, it really is.”
He waved at me, still laughing and shaking his head as he got in
his mom’s car and they took off.
I tried telling Mom and Dad that I’d need to stay after school
again the next day, but Mom said she needed me to come home, so
I had to admit why I had to stay after school. They just said
okay, and everything was pretty quiet until we finished eating.
Mom had cooked that night, so Dad and I cleaned the table. When
we were through, he invited me to my room for ‘a talk’.
I kind of explained what had happened, trying to claim that
Kevin and I were just curious. Dad chewed me out about how that
kind of thing can hurt my reputation and how teachers talk.
Then he lectured me about peer pressure. And finally, when I
thought it was over, he got around to lying - and he did
consider me not being honest about why I had to stay as the same
as an actual lie.
He didn’t even spank me right away. He told me to get my shower
and let him know when I was ready for bed.
I just wanted to get it over with, but I kept dragging my feet,
but I didn’t want Dad to get mad because I was wasting time.
Finally, I was clean, the bathroom was clean, and I’d laid out
my pajamas.
I told Dad I was ready.
He came in and didn’t say anything else. It was ‘only’ his
hand, but he spent a long time making sure he did a good job.
His hand went back and forth, up and down, fast and slow. He
spanked my butt and my legs, then my butt again. It just kept
getting hotter and hotter and hurting worse and worse. I was
yelping and crying and begging him to stop, and I finally
thought I was going to die, but I didn’t, and he finally did
stop.
He helped me up and looked at me for a long moment, but then
finally shook his head. He got up and left me to clean up, put
my pajamas on, and go to bed.
My butt burned until I fell asleep, but it must have gotten
better at some point, because I was laying on my back when I
woke up.
I was a nervous wreck when I got to school. What’s the only
thing worse than a long, hard spanking? Everyone knowing about
it.
I couldn’t find Kevin before school, and I felt sick by the time
I finally ran into him in second period.
“How’s your bottom, little boy?” he asked as he passed me.
At least he wasn’t loud about it.
“C’mon, Kevin,” I complained.
“Seriously, Bailey? This is middle school. Teenagers are too
old to get spanked.”
I kept waiting for him to tell everyone, but he never did. On
the other hand, I couldn’t keep waiting for it. He and I made
an A on our report, but we never really did become closer
friends.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Seventeen
By: db105 Date: December 22, 2019, 4:06 am
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Nice episode. A bit strict spanking for that (considering that
no one knew they intended to steal the sodas), but I guess it
wouldn't have been a spanking if he hadn't tried to lie.
Still, you have to feel sorry for Bailey because of the other
boy making fun of him. He shouldn't have told him.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Seventeen
By: Zyngaru Date: December 22, 2019, 8:42 am
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[quote author=db105 link=topic=1641.msg16522#msg16522
date=1577009174]
Still, you have to feel sorry for Bailey because of the other
boy making fun of him. He shouldn't have told him.
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Yes, there are some things you just don't share with your
closest of friends, let alone just another boy at school.
Unfortunately in Middle School, you could tell when a boy got
whupped at home without saying a word. It was all revealed in
PE Class. Not easy to hide a whupped butt in the showers.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Seventeen
By: Adric Date: December 22, 2019, 4:22 pm
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[quote author=db105 link=topic=1641.msg16522#msg16522
date=1577009174]
Still, you have to feel sorry for Bailey because of the other
boy making fun of him. He shouldn't have told him.[/quote]
Or maybe he should have agreed with Kevin: "Yeah, he'll whup
me." That might have been good for some sympathy.
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