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       2 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in  Christsmas
       land
       By: Jack Date: December 1, 2020, 5:18 pm
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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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