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3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christmasla
nd Part 2
By: Jack Date: December 2, 2020, 4:52 pm
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Chapter Two
We were in Mom’s Santa Fe. It wasn’t really Mom’s since she and
Dad both had their own cars, but because Dad worked in town,
while Mom worked pretty close to home, she ended up taking us to
practice and school stuff more often. I don’t even know why
they’d bought something this big for just the five of us…. I
thought maybe they were going to have another baby at first, but
we’d had this for two or three years now, so I guess maybe not….
But I was glad they did. Because I was the oldest, I got to
have the third row to myself. I had my shoes off, and I was
turned kind of sideways, leaning against the side of the car.
Mom and Dad made me leave my seat belt on, but I could move
around some by loosening it up. There was even a plug for my
tablet, so I could watch Gravity Falls with my headphones on and
not have to listen to the monkeys singing Rudolph for the
twenty-dozenth time.
The only thing I didn't like about going to visit Uncle Bill and
Josh is that they lived so far away. At least the Santa Fe was
big enough it was pretty comfortable. It had gotten pretty bad
when we used to have to ride in Dad’s sedan with me, Caleb, and
Kaden all stuck in the back.
I didn’t even have to look up when I felt us pull off the road -
I knew where we were: Ma’s Travel Plaza.
It was just like one of those places around town - Pilot or
Love’s or Flying J, but Mom said this one was family owned,
in-state. The place was huge! I wasn’t even sure how many
cars they could gas up at once, but probably like a hundred, and
that was on the front. They had diesel in back, and I’ll bet
they could serve twenty semis at the same time. Inside, they
had a restaurant AND a snack bar, and they had huge, fancy
restrooms, and they sold all kinds of stuff - not just like you
found in the grocery stores, but homemade cookies and fudge and
beef jerky, then stuff like jams and jellies, and pickled stuff,
and that was just food - they had all these knick knack things
that Mom loved, and t-shirts and hats and toys and stuff for
your tablets and phones, and I can’t even think what else.
Dad hated it. He knew better than to argue with Mom about it,
though. And he might have hated having to wait for Mom to shop
there, but he loved the restaurant, and he especially loved all
the different sausage rolls and kolaches they had in the snack
bar.
“Anyone about to have an emergency?” Dad asked as we got onto
the access road. He always asked, because he preferred to get
gas first, then park and go eat. He kept forgetting that, at
eight and nine, even the monkeys weren’t little kids anymore and
none of us were going to pee our pants without telling him.
We all assured him we weren’t, then sat in the car while he
gassed up.
I closed my tablet up and put it under the seat, then looked
around. I was used to being here, but I didn’t get to see it
often at Christmas.
They had a couple of trees near the entrances that were covered
with lights, and the awnings all around the gas area were hung
with lights. There were more Christmas lights around the top of
the building, the windows, and the doors. As I watched, I
realized they must be those LED lights, since they were changing
colors. They had this statue of Santa near the front door that
was waving at people, and I could see a big tree inside the
store. When Dad opened the door, I could hear they were playing
Christmas carols.
There were still nearly two weeks to go until Christmas, but
this was the kind of thing that made it worth getting through
another week of school.
We’d finished watching the football game before we’d left, so it
was about dinner time. Mom and Dad decided we could eat here
instead of driving all the way home. I was cool with that,
since they really did have great food, and I started thinking
about what I wanted this time - their breakfast was great, but
so were their hamburgers.
Their chicken-fried steak was on special, so I got that with all
the trimmings. Mom groaned when I asked if I could get corn
nuggets on the side, with the mashed potatoes, green beans, and
fried okra, but Dad just laughed and reminded her that I was a
growing boy.
As soon as the orders were placed, Mom got up to do some
browsing. I was wondering if the rule against electronics at
the table applied when we were waiting for our food to be
delivered, but the monkeys started telling Dad about some gold
robot in Power Rangers, so I asked if I could browse as well.
Dad promised to text me when the orders arrived.
I went to the back window first, so I could look out where all
the trucks parked. They didn’t have a huge lot, but there still
seemed like a lot of trucks just parked. Some of the trucks
were even decorated for Christmas, with wreaths on the grill or
reindeer horns on the doors or huge Santa hats on top.
Some people were coming in and out, and I saw one pair of guys
walking towards the building. One of them was an old guy - like
Dad’s age or something - but the other one looked pretty young.
I watched as they got closer. The young guy was dressed pretty
nicely. They were both wearing jeans. The old guy had a gym
bag on his shoulder, but the younger one had a backpack. The
younger guy was wearing brown boots, and the legs of his jeans
were rolled up. As he came into the light, I could see that
they were lined with flannel, which matched the shirt he was
wearing - the material, not the pattern. He was actually
wearing a red thermal top that was tucked in, and I saw a brown
belt around his waist. As the wind blew the flannel shirt open
further, I realized it wasn’t really a shirt, but a jacket, with
some kind of lining, and I noticed it even had a hood. As he
approached the door to come in, I saw his thick, blond hair was
gathered into the hood, and it must have been at least shoulder
length.
He looked really cool.
He also looked like guys I saw at the local high school, and I
wondered if he was really old enough to drive, or if he was just
riding with his dad or something. Of course, if he was just
riding, did that mean his dad homeschooled him in the truck?
The two of them came in and went over to a small counter in the
back. The lady gave each of them a piece of paper, and they
headed back towards the showers.
I’d never seen a teenager naked in real life before - just on
the internet. One time when we’d stopped here, I’d snuck down
the hall where the showers were, and they’d been cleaning some
of them. They weren’t like the showers at school at all.
Instead of a bunch of lockers and little showers, each of these
rooms was like a bathroom at home - heck, bigger than the one I
had to share with the monkeys, and each door had locks on it.
I would have loved to sneak back and try to spy on the young
guy, but I knew there was no chance. I did have to wonder - if
he was a kid and the other guy was his dad, had his dad ever
whupped him with that belt he was wearing?
From the back window, I wandered off towards one particular
aisle. On one side, there was stuff for the bathroom -
toiletries, I think Mom calls them. I guess truckers ran out or
lost their stuff. It wasn’t just stuff you’d think about like
soap and shampoo, but they had stuff like blow dryers and flip
flops and hairbrushes and shower caps and bath brushes.
That’s not what interested me, though. No, the other side of
the aisle was like woodwork projects. There were plaques and
frames and do it yourself birdhouse kits, but it was what was at
the far end of the aisle that I wanted to look at - the paddles.
I turned the corner, anxious to look at them, but not sure why,
then I came to a stop.
Josh’s family had come to our place for Thanksgiving, so I
hadn’t been here since early October, when we’d gone to their
house and gone camping for the long weekend. Still, I could
picture the display in my head.
It was only two shelves in the middle of the rack. The bottom
rack had three stacks of paddles side by side. All three of
them were the same size - about fifteen inches long, including
the handle, two and a half inches wide, but only about a
quarter-inch thick. There were three stacks, because there were
three designs - For the Cute Little Deer with the Bear Behind;
Heat for the Seat; and Attitude Adjuster.
The shelf above that one only had two paddles displayed, but
they were bigger. The smaller one was about eighteen inches
long - about six inches of which was handle, but it was wider -
maybe three inches - and about 3/8ths of an inch thick. That
one said ‘Board of Education.’ The other one was probably a
whole two feet long, and only about eight inches was handle, and
it was about four inches wide and a half-inch thick. It was
plain and a darker wood, which really made it look kind of
scary.
But what had brought me to a stop wasn’t the display, but in
front of it. The man was old, around my own dad’s age maybe.
Beside him stood a boy, taller than me or Josh, but not a lot
taller - maybe 5’4” or so. I couldn’t tell if they were Latino
or Arabic or something else. Their skin wasn’t really a dark
brown, but it was darker than mine. It looked like both of them
had black hair. It was thick hair too. The man’s was pretty
straight and touched his ears. The boy’s was shaved pretty
short on the side, but curly on top. The man was wearing dark
blue sweat pants and a jacket. The boy was wearing jeans and a
Jayhawks sweatshirt. The boy was really pretty cute.
The two of them were talking, and the boy looked miserable. The
man reached forward and picked up one of the small paddles, then
put it back. Then the Board of Education, then put it back.
Then the big one. He said something to the boy, who cringed.
The man put the big paddle back, picked up the middle one, and
the two of them headed up front.
I had seen a few other people look at the paddles before, I’d
seen a couple of kids pointing at them and laughing, but I’d
never seen anyone buy one before. I quickly moved over to where
the clothes were, stood by a rack of belts like I was shopping
for one, and watched while they quickly checked out, not buying
anything but the paddle.
Before I could wonder if this was just a threat or not, the two
of them turned around and headed towards the bathroom.
I followed.
The bathroom was big. The front part was a box with urinals on
three sides. There was a line of sinks on the other side, which
was really just the middle. On either side of the sinks, you
could walk through into another big box. More sinks on the
other side, then the other three walls were full of stalls.
I peeked around the corner to see the man and boy go into one of
the handicapped stalls together. I hurried over to where I
could hear.
“... sorry, Dad!”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. I warned you. More than
once I warned you, but you just couldn’t take a hint.”
“Please, I won’t do it anymore.”
“You should have kept that promise the last time you made it,
Glen Robert.”
My eyes went wide at hearing the boys full name. Considering
how quiet he went, I guess it really was the mark of doom for
all boys.
“Bend over and lean on the wall.”
I looked around and there was no one else in this section, so I
risked kneeling down and looking under the stall door.
The toilet was in the right corner of the stall. I hadn’t
noticed the people’s shoes, but the smaller pair was dark blue
sneakers and the bigger pair looked like old boat shoes, so I
guess the sneakers were the boy. They were standing in front of
the toilet like he was going to pee. His jeans and a pair of
green and white plaid boxers were down around his ankles. The
man stood beside him, but was facing the right wall.
CRACK!
I jumped as the boy called out. His feet shuffled and stamped.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I rose up on my
knees, looking around to make sure no one had come in, and
slipped my hand down my jeans to adjust myself.
CRACK!
“Ahhh!” the boy protested, and I could hear him softly crying
after. The cry echoed around the tiled walls for a second, but
the crying continued.
I knelt back down and saw the blue sneakers shuffling around and
stamping as he lifted each foot and put it down.
“Stay down,” the man said.
“Please, Dad. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not the one you should be telling that, Glen.”
Before he even finished, the paddle smacked down again and the
boy screamed. He was crying hard and loud now, and you could
tell it as he howled. I think he might have tried to say
something else, but he couldn’t.
“No, if you want to apologize, you can go tell your little
sisters you will never pull a stunt like this again, and you’d
better mean it.”
“I will, I will,” the boy said, nearly panting as he tried to
catch his breath.
His assurances didn’t keep the paddle from falling one more
time, and he wailed as the swat echoed around the bathroom.
It was hard to tell from just his feet, but I think he nearly
fell over. There was a long pause before the man spoke again.
“Fix your clothes.”
It took me a second to realize what he’d said, and I realized
his feet were turning towards the stall door. I jumped up, but
didn’t have time to get around the corner, so I stepped over to
the sinks.
The man opened the door right after I turned on the faucet. I
was watching in the mirror, but his eyes just seemed to pass
over me. He didn’t bother pulling the door closed behind him.
For a long second, I saw the boy - Glen - standing there, facing
me. He had his hands behind him, obviously rubbing his butt.
Despite the fact that he was soft, his thing was longer than
mine when I was hard, and his had all this dark, curly hair
where it met his belly. Tears were still running down his face.
Then he saw me. His hands jumped from his butt to cover his
front and he turned a bit, letting me see just how red - and how
round - his butt was. He quickly realized his mistake and he
reached forward and pushed the door closed.
Now that my hands were wet, I went ahead and washed them. My
d‍ick was straining against the front of my jeans and so
hard it nearly hurt. I was wondering if I could wait for Glen
to come out and talk to him when my phone rang. I dried my
hands and checked to find a message from Dad that dinner was
ready.
I sighed and hurried out of the bathroom, pulling my shirt down
enough to hide the evidence that I’d enjoyed what I’d seen.
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
asland Part 2
By: Zyngaru Date: December 3, 2020, 9:04 am
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I so love this. Brings back memories for sure. Back in the
day, I can remember boys being whipped at truck stops and rest
areas. Of course rest areas weren't like they are today. They
were only gravel pull offs with an outhouse and some picnic
tables. So when a boy got whipped at a rest area it was out in
the open. I did get the belt a few times at rest areas, never
at a truck stop.
So. Loved the story. I was wondering if Kai was going to find
a way to get in the showers? I drove semi's for awhile and I
never saw a way anyone other than the person the shower was for,
could get in them, but there probably is a way if you are
inventive enough. Actually lots of father drivers take their
sons with them on trips.
Which just brought back a memory of when I was 12. My dad got
sent to Vietnam, so he had to go from Virginia to California to
ship out. I took that opportunity to go live with my Grandma in
California so I might get to go see Disneyland. This was the
60's and Disneyland was the biggest thing in all kids minds and
hearts. Disney World wasn't even a dream yet. Anyway, on the
trip dad stopped to get gas and eat. I wasn't used to eating
out, so I really didn't know what to order. I saw spaghetti on
the menu and I knew what spaghetti was so that's what I ordered.
When the plate of spaghetti came to our booth, I was shocked.
My eyes must have bugged out look at it. It was a mountain of
spaghetti served on a meat plater. Now I tried to eat it all.
I was raised to eat everything on your plate or else. But there
just wasn't any way a skinny 12 year old could ever eat that
much spaghetti. I doubt if a truck driver could eat that much.
Finally my dad had mercy on me and told me I didn't have to
finish it. The story doesn't have anything to do with spanking,
but it's a memory that I cherish. That trip was probably the
only time I ever spent one on one time with my dad and enjoyed
it.
As for Kai. His plate is going to be full of food. It's a
truck stop and they give huge portions. Hopefully he can eat it
all since his mom wasn't happy that he ordered a side of corn
nuggets. He might find himself buying a woodshop novelty and
getting it demonstrated in the restroom.
I love this chapter.
Thank you Jack for writing Christmas stories again this year.
Z
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
asland Part 2
By: Adric Date: December 3, 2020, 12:18 pm
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Really great, hot chapter. Easy to imagine this setting. I
love the scenes of father and son shopping for a paddle, buying
it, and then using it in the restroom where Kai could take it
all in. Good job on this chapter!
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
asland Part 2
By: Jack Date: December 3, 2020, 5:06 pm
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Zyngaru, it probably depends on how fast a person is growing at
12. I remember going out to eat breakfast, and ordering
omelette with hash browns, bacon, pancakes, and then asking my
grandma if she was going to finish hers...
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
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By: afinch Date: December 3, 2020, 6:28 pm
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Z, I was a skinny little kid and a really picky eater, but by
12, my mom bought spaghetti in industrial size boxes from
friends who owned an Italian restaurant--I could eat a pound at
a sitting while remaining, in my grandmother's words, "skinny
as a rooster". It was (and still is) my favorite food.
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
asland Part 2
By: Zyngaru Date: December 3, 2020, 6:30 pm
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=2085.msg20473#msg20473
date=1607036767]
Zyngaru, it probably depends on how fast a person is growing at
12. I remember going out to eat breakfast, and ordering
omelette with hash browns, bacon, pancakes, and then asking my
grandma if she was going to finish hers...
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I was quit little at 12. Well under 5', Maybe 4'8"? and
between 70 and 80 pounds at the most. I looked like a boy from
a third world country. That's actually a standing joke in our
family that all eight of us kids looked like we came from a
third world country we were so skinny.
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
asland Part 2
By: Adric Date: December 3, 2020, 7:16 pm
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Like Kier and Z, I was pretty skinny too. One day I went into a
Kip's Big Boy restaurant near where I lived, sat at the counter,
and ordered two Big Boy hamburgers. The man sitting next to me
looked at me, and what I ordered, and said I was wasting good
food and money because he knew I couldn't even eat one of those.
I said something like "Well, I think I can," to which he
replied if I really ate all of both of them then he was buying.
So we sat there, and I ate all of both, and he treated. I got a
free meal. I guess I took advantage of him because I knew I
could eat them both. I had done it more than once before.
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Re: 3 December 2020 - The Adventures of Little Spanko in Christm
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By: afinch Date: December 3, 2020, 10:16 pm
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As a teen, there was a famous ice cream parlor in NYC called
Jahn's of Richmond Hill--there were a small chain of them, the
last of which closed in 2008 I think. Their featured menu item
was called a shissel (Yiddish for "pot"--the sort one cooks in,
not the sort one smokes). It was almost a gallon of different
flavors of ice cream with multiple toppings, presented with
flaming sugar cubes. According to their menu, if one person
could finish one alone, you were given another free. As a 110
pound 15 year old, on a dare from my aunt and cousins, I
finished one. I didn't want the second. And when I ordered it,
no one at the table believed I could eat the whole thing.
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