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4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Three
By: Jack Date: December 3, 2020, 5:29 pm
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Chapter Three
I moved the garbage can a little closer, bent down, and dumped a
load of leaves into the bag. A guy might think he shouldn’t
have to rake leaves in December, especially not when they’re not
even from trees in his yard, but Dad was in a mood, and I didn’t
feel like arguing about it. Rather, I felt like arguing about
it, but didn’t feel like having to rake the yard with a sore
butt, so I skipped the arguing.
I was hurrying to get it done, since the sun had already gone
down, but it wasn’t quite dark yet. It really wasn’t too bad
anyway. Just the neighbors’ coffeetree had held onto some
leaves really late in the season. No one would probably have
even cared, except they’d blown up against our North
Pole/Santa’s Workshop display while we were at Uncle Bill’s, and
Mom had complained to dad, which - of course - somehow meant I
had to fix it.
Not like I had finals coming up in six different classes this
week or a book report due or anything like that.
I looked around and didn’t see anything else by the display -
not more than a few leaves left blowing around the entire yard.
Looking around, I also noticed Pete riding by on his Mongoose
Title Elite. He was going down the street, showing off, riding
a wheelie with both hands behind his head. It was an old bike -
when you saw it up close, you could tell it was pretty banged up
and scratched a lot, but it was still a darned nice bike and you
could tell he knew how to control it.
Pete was kind of like his bike. When he wore a t-shirt, you
could see a scar on his arm, where Mom said he’d probably had a
broken bone they’d had to pin. There was a little scar on the
right side of his chin that was nearly an inch long. It was
hard to see right now, but in the summer, when his skin got
tanned, it really stood out. He had another one that was just a
bit longer up by his left eye, and it was more noticeable,
because it made his eyebrow split and kind of jump. The bridge
of his nose was just a little bit crooked in the middle where it
might have been broken.
Yet, despite looking kind of beat up, he was still really good
looking. This evening, he was wearing a black NFL logo hoodie
over a pair of jeans that were snug on him and so old they were
nearly white. He was also wearing a solid black ball cap over
his blond hair. During the summer, he let it grow out some, but
he usually wore it short during the school year, like it was
now. I liked it better long, but, even with it short, he was
really pretty - he looked kind of like that guy from A Dog’s Way
Home, except with blond hair.
I just wish he didn’t act like such a jerk sometimes.
As he got closer to his house, he put his hands back on the
handlebars and let the bike drop down. I could barely see him
as he got away from the street light, so I turned back to my own
lawn. The wind had picked up a bit, and it was starting to get
cold as it got darker. There really weren’t that many leaves,
so I just stuck the lid back on and dragged it back to the
garage, since Mom would use them for composting later.
I put up the rake and gloves, turned on the outside lights, and
headed to wash up and work on my book report before dinner.
Despite the fact that it wasn’t wet, I went in through the mud
room, just because that was closest. My hoodie wasn’t really
dirty, but I wasn’t going to wear it to school after doing yard
work in it, so I tugged it off and hung it in my cubby. My yard
shoes followed it, and so did my watch cap. I hadn’t worn a
t-shirt, and it was a little chilly standing there shirtless, so
I hurried through towards the staircase, then stopped when a
sound I’d been hearing penetrated to my brain.
I couldn’t believe it was coming from the living room. I mean -
Dad can be strict, and the monkeys had been acting like brats
lately - but Dad never spanked in the living room. Despite
that, it was either true or I was having a really weird
hallucination.
I carefully peaked around the arch between the dining room and
living room and was shocked by what I saw.
The monkeys were nearly twins. At nine, Kaden was an inch -
maybe slightly more - taller than eight year old Caleb. Both of
them were lean and active, though Cal still had just a hint of
baby fat in the roundness of his cheeks - top and bottom. Mom
said the reason they looked so much alike is that they both took
after Dad’s side of the family, while I looked more like Mom.
Their hair was a much lighter shade than mine - almost blond.
Their eyes were a crystal blue. Of course, neither of them
really looked like monkeys - they just acted like it.
Though they weren’t acting that way now.
Even though one of the sounds I’d been hearing had stopped, it
was obvious what was going on. As I peeked around the corner,
the first thing I saw was Cal standing there, his school shirt
held up under his arms, and his uniform pants around his ankles,
tangled up with his tighty whities. I couldn’t see his face,
but there was no doubt he was the one crying - based on the fact
that Kaden was just now going over Dad’s lap, and the fact that
Cal’s round little rear was red as a fire truck. The way Cal was
shuffling his feet back and forth, bending his legs, and
clenching and unclenching those red cheeks were clues too.
For his part, Kaden had already changed out of his school
clothes. His sweatshirt was lying on the floor not far from
where Caleb stood. Kaden liked to wear baggy shirts, and Dad
probably hadn’t wanted to fight to keep it out of the way.
His jeans and briefs were down around his ankles, but with his
belt undone, his pants were about to fall the rest of the way
off.
Dad was sitting forward, on the edge of his chair, so there was
plenty of room for Kaden to go over his lap. Apparently Kade
couldn’t quite get where Dad wanted him, so Dad finally took him
by the hips, lifted the boy a bit, and placed him back down.
Dad looked for a second, decided it was good, then reached over
to pick up the spatula.
I winced.
The spatula wasn’t very big. It was maybe a foot long, but most
of that was handle, wrapped in plastic for a good grip. The
blade was maybe two-and-a-half inches wide and maybe three
inches long. It didn’t seem like much, but it stung like crazy.
Dad could be pretty strict, but he was mostly a hand spanker… at
least until he decided you were ready for the belt. I’d only
gotten the spatula a few times growing up, and I don’t think I’d
ever gotten it until I was already ten. Kaden was in fourth
grade, but he wouldn’t be ten for a couple of months yet. That
made me look back at Caleb, searching for finger marks on his
red rear and wondering if he’d just had his first taste of the
spatula.
While I searched Cal’s bottom for a hint as to what he’d got,
I’d missed seeing Dad take a firm grip around Kaden’s waist, but
I didn’t miss Kade’s hiss of panic. I looked over and saw Dad’s
arm rising up, holding that spatula in the air and taking aim.
A second later, it popped down.
Dad didn’t go especially fast, but he didn't go slow either.
When I’d been over his lap, it seemed to take forever, but
watching like this, I realized he was placing about one smack a
second or so - maybe a bit slower. It was like he popped the
paddle down, lifted it up, checked where it had landed, aimed
the next one, then started again.
I was wearing boxer briefs today, and my d‍ick hadn’t been
quite straight. It hadn’t mattered when I was doing yardwork,
but now I was carrying steel and it wasn’t comfortable. I
reached inside my waistband, carefully straightened myself out,
then ended up leaving it there, because it just felt too good.
I’d never really had a chance to watch Dad spanking before. I’d
never seen him spanking somebody else, and I’d always been too
distracted during my own to think about it much.
The spatula popped down on Kade’s left cheek, then his right. I
couldn’t get a good look at his rear, but it seemed like Dad was
working back and forth, and that he was trying to make sure
Kaden’s little butt was solid red. Kaden’s bu‍tt wasn’t
as round as Cal’s, but it was more defined - each cheek was more
distinct.
I looked from Kaden kicking and squirming and crying back over
to Cal. His bu‍tt was still very red, but he seemed to be
holding a bit stiller, almost like he was entranced. It made me
wonder if he’d ever got to watch Kaden get spanked before. The
two of them shared a bedroom, but Dad did usually seem to spank
privately, so I just wasn’t sure.
Something changed, and it took me a moment to realize the sound
of the turner smacking down on Kaden’s tender bottom had
stopped. Kaden was still kicking and squirming, howling and
crying like it was still going on, but Dad seemed to pause a
moment, examine his work, and decide he was satisfied. He put
the turner down, then began to gently rub his middle son’s
blazing bottom. It’s funny, because spankings had always seemed
to last forever when I’d been getting them, but I’d bet this one
hadn’t even taken a minute.
Kaden began to settle down, and Dad started to help him up,
which is when I realized he’d managed to kick the rest of his
clothes off. He was standing there stark naked. Caleb wasn’t
crying quite as hard as his big brother anymore, but he was
still sobbing pretty hard, and it got harder when Dad gestured
for my youngest brother to come to him.
Dad had Cal lift his arms, and he took the boys shirt off, then
helped him untangle and remove his pants and briefs, until Cal
was as nak‍ed as Kade.
“Now, what’s the first thing you do after you get home and have
your snack, Caleb Beck?”
“T-t-take op my schoo cloves,” he managed to stammer, which I
kind of loosely deciphered to ‘take of his school clothes.’
Something which was a Mom issue more than a Dad one, but I
figured Dad got as tired of hearing Mom b‍itch about crap
as I did.
“Kaden Grant, when I tell you to do something, what are you
supposed to do?”
“Mind,” he managed to get out between sobs.
I winced, seeing already why Dad was so ticked at them, but he
didn’t stop there.
“Does it mean mind when you want to?”
Both boys shook their heads.
“Does it mean say you’re going to mind, but do whatever you
want?”
Their heads shook even more rapidly.
“What does it mean?”
“We’re gonna do what you tell us,” they assured him in concert.
“And when do you play video games?”
“When our chores done,” Cal replied.
“When you or Mom tell us we can,” Kade said, talking over the
younger boy.
Dad nodded.
I was still standing just at the corner, mostly out of sight.
The louvers on the folding door between the two rooms were
pretty loose and I could mostly see through them. It’s just a
good thing none of them were looking my direction anyway,
though.
While Dad was lecturing the boys, he’d taken their clothes and
folded them into piles. Now he handed a stack to each boy, and
I knew he was nearly through. I slid around the corner and to
the stairs, hoping no one noticed.
“Now,” Dad said as I was sliding out of sight again, “you take
your clothes, put the school clothes away, put your play clothes
on - or back on,” he said pausing at what was probably a protest
from Kaden, “then get your chores done. When all your chores
are done, you come get me. I’m going to double check them, and
you bet your but‍ts they’d better be done right,
understand?”
My brothers assured Dad they certainly did.
I quietly tiptoed upstairs and waited for them just outside the
door to my bedroom. A few seconds later they came up after me,
carrying their clothes and moving slow and careful as they
lifted their feet for each step.
“Sounds like you guys got it bad,” I said lightly.
I hadn’t seen much of their faces before, since they’d been
facing away, but their faces were nearly as red as their
backsides, and were stained with tears and snot as well - some
drying but much of it still wet.
Both of them looked at me. Caleb nodded, but neither made a
real reply. At least neither of them seemed to notice that I
was still carrying a tree in my pants.
When they started to move past me, I stopped them.
“Why don’t you guys put those down and come to the bathroom, and
I’ll help you clean up?”
“Dad said to get dressed and do our chores,” Kaden complained.
“Yeah, but even when he sends us to our room, we can still use
the bathroom.”
Kaden seemed to think about it, but Cal agreed instantly and it
only took Kade a second longer.
I took a moment to watch them waltz those cute, red wagons
towards their room, rubbing the front of my pants for a moment,
then I turned to the bathroom. I turned on the water to start
warming up, got a couple of washcloths and a clean hand towel,
then got a fresh roll of toilet paper for blowing. I looked out
the door and saw them coming out of their room, still naked, and
headed my way, and I wondered if I could make an excuse to rub
those little rears and see if they were really as hot as mine
had always felt when Dad got finished.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: afinch Date: December 3, 2020, 6:25 pm
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Blazing hot and totally plausible. Thanks.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: Adric Date: December 3, 2020, 7:47 pm
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I agree with Kier - great hot chapter! Good job on this one.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: Zyngaru Date: December 5, 2020, 9:40 am
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It's embarrassing admitting this, but I did enjoy watching my
brothers get a whipping. My next younger brothers are twins,
three years younger than me. So I totally understand Kia
wanting to watch his brothers get a spanking, even if he wasn't
a spanko. But since he is, it's even more understanding that he
wants to watch.
I love how he is doing his Big Brother Duty, by taking them into
the bath room to help calm them down and comfort them after
their spanking. Awesome opportunity to view the results of the
spanking up close and personal.
Love this chapter.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: guest50 Date: December 5, 2020, 3:43 pm
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I'm really starting to dislike this Dad. Seems to me he spanked
them angry, and once again demonstrated just how uncaring and
distant he can be.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: afinch Date: December 5, 2020, 5:25 pm
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Really? As the person on this forum who is usually least likely
to spank anyone for anything, I thought they earned what they
got, that it was delivered in a caring, parental manner, and was
definitely not over the top. It actually sounded very much
like what I got as a brat of 8 or 9.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: Jack Date: December 5, 2020, 6:13 pm
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I think it's easy to read one's personal.... views? opinions?
into this kind of scene. So much depends on the tone of voice
that you can't hear in a story. To me, this was an exasperated
father who's tried repeatedly to make an impression about
something, and is finally taking the old fashioned route.
However, I can see how others might view it in a different way.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: guest50 Date: December 5, 2020, 8:48 pm
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[quote author=afinch link=topic=2089.msg20512#msg20512
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Really? As the person on this forum who is usually least likely
to spank anyone for anything, I thought they earned what they
got, that it was delivered in a caring, parental manner, and was
definitely not over the top. It actually sounded very much
like what I got as a brat of 8 or 9.
[/quote]
I don’t want to harp on about this, because I don’t want to be
disrespectful to Jack and show ungratefulness for the hard work
that went into this story.
I just want to say a few things and perhaps may have to agree to
disagree on this.
First, Dad was in a mood. The scene makes that clear.
Second, it’s clear that this was an upgraded spanking. Dad could
be pretty strict, but he was mostly a hand spanker… at least
until he decided you were ready for the belt. I’d only gotten
the spatula a few times growing up, and I don’t think I’d ever
gotten it until I was already ten. Kaden was in fourth grade,
but he wouldn’t be ten for a couple of months yet. That made me
look back at Caleb, searching for finger marks on his red rear
and wondering if he’d just had his first taste of the spatula.
Now, there’s not enough in the scene to make a judgement call on
whether the spanking was unfair. If it was an isolated instance,
then I think the spanking was definitely unfair and
unnecessarily harsh. I say this because the scene states, Dad
never spanked in the living room. However the scene does state
the monkeys had been acting like brats. Clearly dad has had
enough and is taking it out on the boys’ behinds. For me, all of
those factors combine to make the spanking out of proportion to
the misbehaviour, however I understand others may not agree.
Thirdly, Dad doesn’t speak during this scene until after the
spankings are complete. There are no words of comfort, no signs
of caring or affection. In fact, he ignores his boy’s sign of
panic. I didn’t miss Kade’s hiss of panic. When dad does finally
speak, it’s in a tone that makes it abundantly clear he’s still
angry. He says, “get your chores done. When all your chores are
done, you come get me. I’m going to double check them, and you
bet your butts they’d better be done right, understand?”
There’s no forgiveness, no comfort, no reassurance.
So, I’m sorry, but I don’t see any caring here.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: afinch Date: December 5, 2020, 10:57 pm
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And I'm sorry, but all those things you think are part of a
spanking are, at least in my experience, only part of spanking
story tropes.
My dad was a pretty rare spanker. When they happened, he was
almost always "in a mood". We usually were smart enough to pick
up on the hints and first warnings, but usually when they
happened they weren't calm--we got on his last nerve, and that
was that. When it happened, he didn't stop until we were well
and truly spanked (never a mark, but the crying was definitely
not "controlled"), and they finished with: "Now go to bed. I
don't want to see or hear from you until tomorrow".
So yes, I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.
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Re: 4 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter Thr
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By: guest50 Date: December 5, 2020, 11:33 pm
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You make a valid point and I honestly don't know how to respond
except to say thank you for sharing and that I'm sorry that was
your experience.
As for me, my parents' definition of caring was a roof over my
head, clothes on my back and food on the table. Affection, or
even praise, in my household was rare, growing up, and I learned
not to expect it.
As a grown up and a dad of two boys, I tried hard to make sure
my boys knew they were loved, even when their decisions
disappointed me and they needed discipline.
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