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It Happened One Christmas Chapter Nineteen (Part 2)
By: Jack Date: December 23, 2019, 5:07 pm
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(Continued from Part 1)
Without needing to be told, the boy leaned forward, but stopped
before actually going over his father’s lap. Instead, he
slipped his fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and slid
them down to about his knees. When he released them, they fell
to the floor.
After dropping his pants, Charles let himself fall across his
father’s lap. The man took the boy’s hips and adjusted him a
bit, then let his hand rest on the boy’s butt.
It was a pretty nice butt. Not as nice as Kevin’s. It was well
pronounced from his back to his legs, but he was skinnier -
narrower through the hips, and his cheeks were more deeply
dimpled.
After a second, I realized the man was rubbing the boys cheek,
one at a time, then he gave each of them a pat before reaching
back for the brush. Apparently realizing what was coming,
Charles lifted his right arm. The man took it, twining his own
left arm around it, then using that hand to take a firm grasp on
the boy’s rather bony hip.
“Charles, you know why you’re in trouble, and I think we’ve both
said about all that can be said, don't you?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy said, after having to pause to clear his
throat.
The man nodded, opened his mouth, but then closed it and went to
work.
The brush splatted down across his son’s bare butt. The sound
it made was almost quiet. The brush didn’t look that
impressive. The wood was a medium brown. It was about eight
inches long, of which probably half was handle. The actual
brush part was an oval, maybe just over two inches wide at the
widest. Still, no matter how it looked or sounded, Charles gave
a jerk like he’d just had an electric shock, and I had the
feeling it might be much more impressive than it looked. As the
brush hovered a moment in the air, I saw the splotch the brush
had left, realized how red it was against his milky smooth skin.
Impressive looking or sounding or not, I was suddenly grateful
I wasn’t finding out.
His father spanked methodically, just a bit too rapid to call
slow, but definitely not fast. The brush smacked down from
cheek to cheek, tattooing out a rhythm as it worked back and
forth, up and down, reddening each cheek as it went.
Even though Charles had pretty much volunteered himself to be in
that position, it was obvious how hard it was for him to stay
there. He was quiet at first, but he couldn’t keep himself from
wriggling and kicking a bit. Soon enough, he couldn’t keep
quiet anymore, and he was yelping and ouching in time to the
crack of the brush on his skin. Again and again the brush
smacked down, and his cries became louder, more broken, and less
separated.
And then the brush caught his leg.
He howled.
That broke the dam, and the boy was seriously crying as his
father continued the pace, covering the same spots on his butt
that were already more red than rosy, but was also catching the
fresh, white, and very tender parts of his upper legs.
At that point, his dad seemed to increase his tempo, as if to
keep pace with Charles’ constant cries and flowing tears. The
pain obviously continued to build, until Charles nearly
collapsed across his father’s lap, too sore to struggle and
squirm anymore. His cries were harsh and broken by an
occasional cough now.
His father paused, but didn’t stop. Instead, he slowed greatly,
aimed carefully, and placed a few final swats on that tender
bend where leg and butt met. Charles was too worn out to make
any real protest at the final assault.
I had been watching the spanking carefully, so my eyes were
drawn as the brush was tossed onto the bed. Then they followed
the hand that had tossed it, as the man reached up and rubbed a
few tears from his own face.
He carefully unwound the boy’s arm from his, then gently rubbed
the small of the boys back, just above where his fair skin
turned red. Despite his father’s obvious distaste at doing the
job, the deep, solid red, from where the swell of his buttocks
started, down onto his cheek, and from dimple to dimple, made
clear that he’d done a very good job.
The two of them stayed there quietly, until Charles’ broken
cries started to settle. Another moment or two later, he tried
to rise, and his father let him.
The boy stood, and I realized that his pajama bottoms had come
loose from his ankles at some point, and now lay several feet
away. If it had been modesty that made Charles get into
position like he had, it didn’t seem to bother him any more. He
stood to his full height, not at all concerned that he was
displaying his entire body, and carefully reached behind him to
rub. His tears had been dying away, but he moaned as hands
touched bottom.
His father seemed to study the boy for a moment. He was far
from a man yet. I still wasn’t sure of his age, but he wasn’t
even as developed as I was - definitely thirteen, or maybe even
a big twelve. Which wasn’t to say he was a little boy anymore,
but his balls were still close to his body, though they had
definitely grown some, and his p‍enis was nearly as long
as mine, but barely thicker than my pinky. He had a few hairs
at the lowest part of his belly, but if his skin hadn’t been so
fair, I’m not sure I would have noticed them. At least, with
him standing and rubbing like that, I was able to get a good
look at the ring around his neck, and I had to admit it was
attractive, and I could understand why he hasn’t wanted to
disappoint his boyfriend in return.
After a few long, quiet moments, his father stood, and Charles
suddenly recovered some of his modesty. He looked around for
his pajama bottoms, but stopped.
“Dad?”
His father looked at him, raising an eyebrow again.
“I’m so sorry. Are you still mad at me?”
His father reached towards him, and the boy didn’t seem to care
about his nudity anymore. He let his father pull him into a
tight hug.
“I was never mad at you, Charles. You made a bad decision, and
I was disappointed in that, but I can understand it.”
He released the hug just a bit and pulled back just enough to
look at the boy eye to eye.
“Are you mad at me?”
Despite the fact that his face was damp with tears and snot, he
managed a smile.
“That was really hard, but I deserved it,” he said, shaking his
head.
They each seemed to pull the hug tight again for another moment,
then broke. Charles seemed a bit bewildered for a second, but
his father stepped past him, knelt, then turned to hand the
pajama bottoms to him.
“Go ahead and rub some more if you need to,” the man said with a
smile. “Then get cleaned up, dress, and you can come help me
set the table. Dinner should be almost ready.”
The boy’s return smile was a bit weak, but it was a smile, and
he nodded his agreement as he bent, slowly, carefully, and very
tenderly to start getting dressed.
We followed the man again, as he walked down the hall, but this
time we went into the kitchen with him.
“Well,” the woman said, “that was noisy.”
The man nodded.
The woman seemed to be checking to see if things were finished.
The man began taking dishes from a cupboard.
“He told you?” the man asked.
His wife nodded.
“I think he told me everything. We talked for a while. I
forgave him, but he said he had to tell you about it. I told
him he really didn’t have to, or that he could wait, but he
wouldn’t hear of it.”
“I tried to ground him,” the man said. “He said it wasn’t much
of a grounding if it didn’t interfere with something.”
“You do try to be too easy at times, you know,” she answered
after a moment’s thought.
“It’s not like he didn’t understand what he’d done wrong.”
“I guess you taught him too well. Did he try to make any
excuses?”
“No, the only thing he did say was that he hadn’t known they
were a gift from your mom.”
“Gee, imagine that - a boy who’s too responsible and willing to
pay the piper, even when he doesn’t have to. I guess he really
is your son, Bailey.”
I flinched at the name, but before I could ask any questions, we
were gone. Everything was black.
I glanced everywhere around me, but realized the blackness was
just Charlie’s coat, and the streetlight flashing off falling
snow came back as he backed away from me.
“That was me?”
I shivered as he glanced at me, feeling pierced with cold as
skeletal hands reached towards me, but they shifted, and just
became gloves again as the light changed, and he lowered his
hood.
“No, it wasn’t you. Or maybe it was. Or could be.”
“So that doesn’t have to happen?”
“If that was you, and if things happen that way, then no, you
don’t have to do that, but that’s not guaranteed. It’s not even
promised that that will be your son, or your life.”
“But that woman.. .his wife.... my wife? She said he was like
me, that he was responsible…”
Charlie had started walking again, and I followed without
thinking. I was trying to take it all in. all the things I’d
seen tonight, all the things Charlie had told me. Spankings
could be fair, but didn’t have to be the same to be fair, and
that I didn’t know everything, and that harsh things could be
good, and… was I forgetting something? How did it all fit
together. What didn’t I understand?
We reached the corner and turned, and I saw a building ahead of
us with several buses pulled up outside it.
Charles turned to me.
“That’s it. That’s all I got.”
“What are you trying to tell me? What do you want me to do?”
“I’m not trying to tell you anything, Bailey. Rather, I’ve told
you everything I wanted to tell you, and I don't want you to do
anything. All I can do is provide information, then let you
make your own choice.”
We were both quiet a moment, before he reached inside his coat
again, but this time the far side from his flask. He pulled out
some papers in an envelope and handed it to me.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a bus voucher. It’ll take you any place in the
Continental U.S/ you want to go.”
“I don’t need it. I want to go home.”
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Nineteen (Part 2)
By: db105 Date: December 24, 2019, 7:28 am
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Aww, he's going home, and it's all set up for the (hopefully
heartwarming) ending.
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Nineteen (Part 2)
By: Jack Date: December 24, 2019, 7:50 am
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[quote author=db105 link=topic=1647.msg16571#msg16571
date=1577194088]
Aww, he's going home, and it's all set up for the (hopefully
heartwarming) ending.
[/quote]
Hopefully heartwarming or hopefully bottom warming? ;)
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Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Nineteen (Part 2)
By: Zyngaru Date: December 24, 2019, 10:45 am
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It's been busy around here, so I 've just read three parts in
one sitting and loving how this is working out.
There was little doubt that Bailey would return home. The thing
is, will he get home before his dad gets there. Has time
shifted magically, to be as if no time has passed at all? Has
Bailey even left his house, or is this all a dream, from where
he fell asleep laying across his bed and get woken up by dad
coming into his room?
My mind goes in all directions when I read a story, and I love
how the author takes it in even a direction I never thought of.
Now that Bailey has thought about spankings. Is he going to get
one? Is he going to ask for one? What happened to the money?
So many questions and my imagination is looking for the right
direction to go.
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