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2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christsmas
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By: Jack Date: December 1, 2020, 5:18 pm
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[center]The Adventures of
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Chapter One
‘... bells, oh Christmas bells, ringing through the land,
bringing peace to all…’
Dad finally put down a card, and I brought my attention back to
the game. Mom and Josh had both had to draw cards a couple of
times, so they weren’t close to winning. Aunt Sami had almost
won, but she’d had to draw two cards last time, so it looked
like my game.
“Clubs,” Aunt Sami said, dropping the six of clubs on top of the
six of hearts. My last card was the king of hearts, so now I
had to draw. I tried not to scream.
Dad went out that turn.
“One more game,” Josh protested. Half of me wanted to agree
with him.
“No, no more games,” Uncle Bill said. “It’s after ten o’clock,
and both of you boys have been yawning to beat the band. Why
don’t y’all say good night and head off to bed?”
Josh grumbled. At twelve years old, it’s not like we were
little kids anymore. I’ll bet they really just wanted some time
to do fun adult stuff without us around. Still, Josh’s dad was
as strict as mine, and we both knew when it wasn’t worth
protesting. Instead, we each grabbed a last oatmeal cookie off
the plate and said good night.
“Guys?” Mom said as we started back towards Josh’s bedroom.
We stopped and turned to face her.
“The littles are all in bed and asleep. Let’s not wake them,
okay?”
Dad picked up the stream.
“You two have not been on your best behavior this weekend, so
maybe take this chance to start repairing your reputations and
just go quietly to sleep?”
“And that goes for you, Josh,” Uncle Bill chipped in.
I wanted to complain that we hadn’t been doing anything wrong,
but it’s one of those arguments you just can’t win, so I just
gave in, nodded, and turned back towards the bedrooms. I saw
Josh’s mouth open, but apparently he was thinking the same thing
I did, because he followed me without actually saying anything.
Walking through their living room made me wish we had a
fireplace. Their living room looked so awesome, with the
Christmas tree in the corner all lit up, and the fireplace
decorated with garlands and candles and lights. The fire had
mostly died down, but it still looked nice.
I looked around the room. Really, the only way you could tell
we’d done our gift exchange that night was the stack of bows
Aunt Sami had saved off the torn wrapping paper.
“We’re still going to do it, right?” Josh asked as we walked
down the hall, leaning over towards me and keeping his voice
low.
“You’re not going to quit this time are you?”
“No,” Josh said in an irritating sing-song. “I’m not going to
quit this time. Quit asking.”
I wanted to hit him, but we were walking past the door to
Krissa’s room, where his little sister and my brothers were all
sleeping, and I decided that would probably constitute a very
bad idea.
Once in his bedroom, I started undressing. I’d brought pajamas,
but Josh’s room was warmer than mine usually was, and I almost
never slept in pajamas at home. I’d changed clothes before we
went to dinner, so I decided just to wear these same ones
tomorrow and dropped my shirt on Josh’s dresser.
“You ever sleep n‍aked?”
“Huh?”
“Bare-as‍sed,” he explained. “Do you…”
“No,” I interrupted him. “Usually in my boxers. You know
that.”
“Well, you want to try it? I mean, if we’re gonna… You know...”
He blushed a bit, but I did know, so I just shrugged, let my
pants hit the floor and sent my boxers to join them.
“Toast. We are toast in so many ways,” I thought.
I tried to think if I’d ever been caught in a worse situation,
but I gave it up quickly as a waste of time. I mean, here it
was, the 12th of December… Maybe early the 13th? One week of
school left and less than two weeks until Christmas, and I look
up to see Dad and Uncle Bill bursting into Josh’s bedroom to
find the two of us, half off the bed, n‍aked, obviously
fighting, and both of us hard as rocks. Well, at least I was.
Josh had already c‍um, so he was getting soft.
Actually, that’s what the fight’s about. Josh said that, since
I can’t c‍um yet, he doesn’t have to keep doing me until I
say I’m finished, because it’s just a waste of time. Instead,
after he shot, he just quit sucking and left me feeling about a
half-inch away from exploding. It’s not just that he did it,
but that he’s done it before, and he promised he wouldn’t this
time.
The only good news is that I’d swallowed, so there were no
embarrassing stains to explain.
“Ladies,” Dad said, stepping back into the hall. “Nothing to
see here. Bill and I will clear it up. Why don’t y’all get the
little ones back to bed.”
It was hard to hear the end of what Dad said, because Uncle Bill
pulled the door shut between us and them.
“Just what the h‍ell is going on here?” Bill asked,
seeming to direct the question at his oldest son.
Josh tried to stutter out an answer, but I think he had the same
feeling I did that any explanation involving the term ‘sucking
each other’s d‍icks’ was not going to improve the
situation.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard as I’d expected. By the time
Dad came back into the room, we’d managed to explain that we’d
just been sleeping bare on a bet, and that we’d just gotten into
a stupid argument that just… escalated.
When Dad walked in, shutting the door behind him, Uncle Bill
stopped Josh.
“The ladies are getting the little ones back to sleep. I told
them we’d handle this.”
I was glad to hear that, though I wasn’t even hard anymore by
this point - not much anyway.
I was watching the floor when Uncle Bill explained things to
Dad. I could still feel Dad staring at me, and I’m pretty sure
Josh was squirming just as much as I was.
I finally started to relax a bit when Dad answered, “That makes
sense I guess.”
Uncle Bill agreed with him.
I looked up to catch the two of them looking at each other, then
Dad started looking around at the floor. I was trying to figure
out what he was looking for, when he seemed to find it. About
that same time, I felt Josh go stiff beside me. I looked over
to see Uncle Bill heading towards Josh’s closet. Then I saw Dad
pick up my pants and I’m pretty sure I went as tense as Josh
was.
A second later, while I watched Dad unthreading my belt from the
loop of my pants, I saw Uncle Bill, from the corner of my eyes,
walking back towards us holding one of Josh’s belts.
“Okay, you two, let’s take care of this before the little ones
get back to sleep,” Uncle Bill said. “Over the bed.”
“Wh-what?” Josh stammered.
I have to admit I started to tear up.
It was Dad who replied. “It’s still nearly two weeks until
Christmas, and neither one of you boys has even been trying to
be on your best behavior - not recently and especially not
today.”
“It’s been bad enough that we were talking about it before this
happened,” Uncle Bill said, picking up the thread. “We would
never whip you if you didn’t do something specific, but you were
specifically told to go to bed.”
“You were warned the little guys were already asleep,” Dad
added.
“And we told you to keep it down.”
“We might not whup you just because you’re having a little
trouble with your attitude, but the way you two have been acting
lately can sure tip the balance between us trying to be
understanding and us busting your butts for disobeying.”
“Besides, you’re already dressed for it,” Uncle Bill added with
a smile, though it didn’t seem funny at all. “Now, get over the
bed.”
I sobbed, and when Josh glanced at me, he looked just about
ready to cry himself.
Josh and I hadn’t quite fallen off the bed while we’d been
fighting, but we’d gotten tangled up in the covers, and we’d
pretty much had to fall off while we were getting untangled. My
pants had been over on the other side, so that’s where Dad had
ended up, and now he called me over to him.
Before they started whupping us, Dad and Uncle Bill helped us
get the covers straightened out. I guess we had to do it before
we could go back to bed, but my stomach protested at the delay.
When we finished that, I looked at Dad, but he’d picked my belt
up again and gestured at the bed. I sighed, reached up and got
the pillow, and laid it over the side of the bed.
Josh had a pretty cool bed. It wasn’t just bigger than mine - I
think Mom said it was a ‘queen sized’ - but it had these drawers
underneath. He mostly used them for clothes he wasn’t wearing -
like sweaters and coats when it was summer - but it meant his
bed was higher off the ground than mine. I mean, I’m like 5’1”
now, but I still had to use my hands to push up a bit to lie
across the pillow.
“When did you start doing that?” Uncle Bill asked.
“Oh, it was a suggestion from Marc - Carrie’s brother.”
Dad hadn’t been using the belt on me long, and it seemed like
he’d always had me go over the pillow, but I couldn’t remember
for sure. I wasn’t sure if I should be mad at Uncle Marc for
suggesting it or not.
“Worth it?”
“Gives me a better target, and it seems to keep him in place a
bit better.”
“Let’s try that, Josh. Get your pillow.”
I don’t know why Josh glared at me. It’s not like I suggested
it.
Once he was in the same - embarrassing - position I was, our
dads lined us up, and Uncle Bill decided he wasn’t through being
funny yet.
“Say, Brad, does that pillow keep Kai’s hands out of the way?”
“No,” Dad admitted, “it doesn’t do that.”
“Josh hasn’t got that one down yet, either. Hey guys,” he said,
suddenly addressing us. “You two need to learn to get along
anyway, so why not help each other out? Hold hands while we
take care of this.”
“What?” Josh protested, but Uncle Bill just repeated himself.
I was more than five feet tall now, and Josh was a couple of
inches taller than me. Even with our hips up on pillows on the
side of the bed, our heads weren’t too far from each other.
Instead of having to stretch to reach each other, we ended up
with our arms spread a bit, and we were holding each other’s
upper arms in our hands.
Finally, Dad and Uncle Bill both seemed to be satisfied.
I suddenly realized that was a bad thing as I saw Uncle Bill
raise Josh’s belt.
I was looking in Josh’s face as the belt snapped down across his
butt. He winced, but managed not to react more than that and a
shiver of his body. A second later, I managed to react not much
more, though I’m pretty sure I jumped more than he did.
That’s how it went. The belt c‍‍racked down on
Josh’s a‍ss, then on mine. Josh and I were only a few
months apart, but he was an inch or two bigger than me (in
height, we were both about four inches down there) I had
thought Josh was tougher than I was, but as the belts
cra‍cked down back and forth, each taking its turn, I
managed to keep up with him at first more or less. He yelped at
the second, and sobbed at the third stroke. Both of us were
jumping around, and I could feel his hands squeezing my arms as
the strokes came down again and again. Tears were running down
both our faces by the fourth time, and he was crying at the
fifth time. I guess I was too, but not as hard.
As my belt snapped down a sixth time, I jumped around and
realized that I was actually getting hard again.
For a minute, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I’d always been
fascinated by other guys getting whuppings. I’d loved when I
could get someone to talk about getting spanked or getting
paddled at school. I’d even managed to make a secret youtube
account with a ton of spankings and stuff from movies like Joe
the King and Lord of the Flies, plus videos of like birthday
spankings and kids smacking each other.
But I’d never reacted like this. I’d never gotten hard while I
was getting a spanking.
But lying there, even as bad as my own butt hurt, I realized
what the difference was.
I loved Josh. We fought a lot, but our parents were visiting
each other all the time. Josh was only a few months older than
me, and there were a ton of pictures of us when we were babies
and little kids doing everything from playing to bathing to
taking naps together. In a lot of ways, I was closer to him
than I was to my own brothers.
But we did fight a lot, and he knew how to get on my nerves
worse than anyone. And he had lied to me. Again.
I don’t know if that was it, or if I would have felt that way no
matter who else was here, or why we were getting it. I just
knew that, as bad as my own whipping hurt, and as much as I
didn’t like it, I loved hearing that belt smack Josh’s pretty
little butt, and I loved watching him jump and jerk and squirm,
and I loved seeing his face as he felt it, and hearing him cry.
I hated my whipping, and I felt bad for Josh getting it, but I
loved it, too.
I lost count after nine, but the whuppings finally stopped not
long after - probably twelve for each of us. Our dads left us
lying over the bed for a moment, then they dropped our belts.
“Now, unless you boys think you need a few more,” Uncle Bill
told us both, “get to bed and don’t let us hear from you again
before the morning unless it’s a real emergency.”
A second later, the light snapped out, the door opened, and Dad
said, “Night, boys.”
Josh and I just laid there a couple of moments, our crying
slowly getting softer. He finally got up, still sniffing a lot
and sobbing a little, and headed towards his bathroom, pausing
to peep around the door and make sure no one could see him. A
couple of minutes later, he came back, grabbed his pillow from
the side of the bed, and climbed in - slowly and carefully.
I’d stopped crying by that point, and I pushed myself up. The
room was nearly pitch black, but I was still pretty careful to
keep turned so Josh couldn’t see my wood. I snuck out to the
bathroom long enough to blow my nose and wash my face, then I
went back to his bedroom and climbed into bed, just as carefully
as he had.
I lay there, stiff and nervous.
“Sorry we got in trouble,” Josh said quietly - barely more than
a whisper.
“Yeah, me too,” I replied, relaxing and feeling better, knowing
he didn’t blame me - at least not entirely.
I waited for him to say something else, but he was quiet. After
a long moment, I felt him shift around beside me. Despite the
pleasant stiffness of my d‍ick, my b‍utt was still
pretty sore, so I carefully rolled over a bit and closed my
eyes.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Zyngaru Date: December 1, 2020, 7:37 pm
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Okay. I was so confused.
Two stories? Two series? WOW! We must have been really good
little boys this year, Santa!
So Kia's discovering he's a spanko boy. I do understand the
fight. Heck, Josh stopping short once is bad. Stopping short
twice is fight night. Which is what happened. I'm thinking
next time, Kia needs to make sure Josh does him first and if he
stops then Josh doesn't get it either. Notice I didn't say, IF.
We all know they are going to do it again. :) :) :) :)
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Leti Date: December 1, 2020, 8:02 pm
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Thanks a lot Jack!
HUgs
LL
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Jack Date: December 2, 2020, 1:47 am
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[quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=2081.msg20440#msg20440
date=1606873043]
So Kia's discovering he's a spanko boy.
[/quote]
I had to look back over this to make sure i hadn't made a
mistake (and I forgot about the peculiar editor on this forum).
His name is Kai. When I first heard of it, I was told it was
Hawaiian, but apparently it has origins all around the world.
Glad you enjoyed it.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Jack Date: December 2, 2020, 9:46 am
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Remember that this story is told from Kai's point of view.
While it could be 100% accurate, that also means he could be
focusing on certain things and editing others, so don't let it
make you feel too bad.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Zyngaru Date: December 2, 2020, 12:57 pm
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=2081.msg20453#msg20453
date=1606923998]
Remember that this story is told from Kai's point of view.
While it could be 100% accurate, that also means he could be
focusing on certain things and editing others, so don't let it
make you feel too bad.
[/quote]
Exactly. We all see things from our Perspective. Kai isn't
any different. Did you know that Kai's name is only in that
first chapter one time. I had to read through the story a
second time :( :( :( to find his name to write my first
comment. :) :) :)
It was well worth reading it a second time, and a third and a
fourth. :) :) :)
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Jack Date: December 2, 2020, 4:42 pm
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It took me a few moments to realize what the 'Kia' comment was,
then I had to read through the story to find out if I'd just
misspelled it. I finally used the ctl-F function, so yeah, I
knew it was only once. I should have done a better job of
introducing him. Glad you didn't mind re-reading it, though.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Adric Date: December 3, 2020, 10:50 am
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=2081.msg20445#msg20445
date=1606895263]
His name is Kai. When I first heard of it, I was told it was
Hawaiian, but apparently it has origins all around the
world.[/quote]
The only Kai I've ever met is Kai Siegbahn
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Swedish, not
Hawaiian. Met him briefly in Uppsala in 1966.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: Zyngaru Date: December 3, 2020, 12:25 pm
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[quote author=Adric link=topic=2081.msg20466#msg20466
date=1607014207]
[quote author=Jack link=topic=2081.msg20445#msg20445
date=1606895263]
His name is Kai. When I first heard of it, I was told it was
Hawaiian, but apparently it has origins all around the
world.[/quote]
The only Kai I've ever met is Kai Siegbahn
HTML https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kai_Siegbahn.
Swedish, not
Hawaiian. Met him briefly in Uppsala in 1966.
[/quote]
I knew when I saw the name Kai, I had heard of it from someplace
before.
He's an orphaned Air Bender in the Avatar world.
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Re: 2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christ
smasland
By: afinch Date: December 3, 2020, 4:03 pm
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[quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=2081.msg20468#msg20468
date=1607019926]
[quote author=Adric link=topic=2081.msg20466#msg20466
date=1607014207]
[quote author=Jack link=topic=2081.msg20445#msg20445
date=1606895263]
His name is Kai. When I first heard of it, I was told it was
Hawaiian, but apparently it has origins all around the
world.[/quote]
The only Kai I've ever met is Kai Siegbahn
HTML https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kai_Siegbahn.
Swedish, not
Hawaiian. Met him briefly in Uppsala in 1966.
[/quote]
I knew when I saw the name Kai, I had heard of it from someplace
before.
He's an orphaned Air Bender in the Avatar world.
[code]
HTML https://avatar.fandom.com/wiki/Kai[/code]
[/quote]
Kai Winding was one of the greatest jazz trombonists ever. He
was born in Denmark and spent most of his career in the US.
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