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6 Decemeber 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Part 5
By: Jack Date: December 5, 2020, 6:11 pm
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Chapter Five
I’d hurried home from school, skipped a snack, changed clothes
and rushed through my chores. The only place I’d paused was in
getting dressed.
There was one more day of school, but finals were finished.
Tomorrow was easy-peazy, party city. But this was the afternoon
that got me through the week.
I’d settled on a good pair of Levis, my best black Vans, a white
thermal top, my blue Spider-Ham t-shirt over that, and my Miles
Morales Spider-Man hoodie. I topped that off with my black
watch cap, and I was stylin’ and profilin’ - or at least ready
to go shopping at the biggest comic shop in the state.
And I was going with my best friend - awesome.
It actually kind of sucked. Sean’s parents were divorced and
his mom worked on movies and TV so she didn’t live here anymore.
It was usually kind of cool, because sometimes she sent him
some signed pictures and stuff, and he’d actually got to meet
some actors from TV shows we watched when he went to visit her
last summer. But it sucked because he was going to Vancouver
for the first half of Christmas vacation. He wouldn’t get back
until the evening of Christmas, and his Dad had decided they
were just going to do Christmas a day late. I mean, that’s cool
because he’s getting two Christmases, but by the time he
finished opening his gifts on Christmas Day 2: Dad’s Turn,
Josh’s family would be at our house. I mean, I liked Josh and
everything, but I’d be stuck at home while they were there. We
were seeing Granny and Pop - my grandparents on Mom’s side
before Christmas, but us and Uncle Bill’s family were all going
to see him and Dad’s parents after. I wouldn’t get to see Sean
again until nearly New Year’s.
It was a bit of a downer, but for now, his dad was taking us to
the Comic Shop, and I was spending the night over there
tomorrow, and his dad had promised to stock up on junk food, so
we could just hang out, read our new comics, and shoot the
s‍hit for a while, once school was finished, but before he
had to go.
That’s why I was going over early. Sean and I had a pretty good
idea of what we were buying - we liked a lot of the same stuff,
so we usually split what we bought, then read each other’s
stuff, so it was like getting two-fer-one. The thing is, I’d
found a really good deal on some old books we’d been looking for
for a long time, and we needed to decide if we wanted to buy
those, or get all the books we’d already talked about.
I was thinking about that so hard, and thinking about how much I
could spend - I’d been saving money for this, but I’d also
gotten some Christmas money from both sets of grandparents
already, and Dad had given me money to get something for the
monkeys, but he also said I could keep the change, but I knew I
had other stuff to buy, too, and… I nearly ran into Darla.
Darla was Sean’s dad’s girlfriend. I guess she was okay. She
seemed nice enough, Sean didn’t hate her, she never bugged us or
tried to mother him too much, and she did know some cool stuff
about old TV shows like Buffy and Stargate, so I guess she was
okay.
Darla was walking out the door as I walked up to it.
“Oh,” she said, sounding as startled as I felt, “hello, Kai.”
“Hi, Darla,” I said. She told me and Sean to both call her
that, even though I still called his Dad Mr. Carter.
“Aren’t you a little early?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. “I needed to show Sean something
online before we go.”
She’d been pulling the door closed, but stopped.
“Well, he needed to talk to his dad about something, so I think
they’re in the living room. Just go on in.”
“Thanks, I said, as she started down the porch. We waved, then
I went in, pulling the door shut behind me.
It was a lot cooler than it had been the other day when the
coaches had us out running, but we hadn’t had any more snow yet.
I checked, but the bottom of my shoes were still clean and dry,
so I just walked on in.
I heard Mr. Carter’s voice coming from the living room, and I
was about to say hello to him, when I realized he was talking to
Sean. Their voices were serious, and I suddenly, quietly
stopped.
“I know this isn’t a world-ending event, Sean Patrick, but it’s
still serious. Do you understand that?”
Sean must have answered, because his dad went on.
“The thing is, you’re too old for spanking anymore, son.”
I’m not sure exactly what scoffing is, but I’m pretty sure I did
it then, and held my breath in case I’d been too loud. I
actually covered my mouth, but they were still talking, so I
guess I hadn’t got their attention.
“... did you do it?”
“I didn’t think we had to turn it in,” Sean whined.
“So you didn’t think you had to turn it in, you thought you knew
the material, so you didn’t have to do a review sheet, but does
that make it okay for you to lie to me?”
I didn’t hear anything, and apparently neither did Mr. Carter.
“Sean?”
“No, sir. I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
“I believe you are sorry, son, and I’d like to let it go at
that. The fact is, one zero isn’t that big a deal, and you
apparently did good on the final, so you were right you didn’t
really need to do the sheet. But I have two problems here.
First, if you have an assignment, you need to do it, and if
you’re not sure if it’s an assignment instead of voluntary, it’s
better to be safe than sorry. That’s not school, that’s life.”
I heard Sean mutter something, which must have been some
variation on ‘I understand’, because his dad went on.
“The other problem though is your lying. We’ve had problems with
that before, haven’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” Sean replied, slightly louder than he’d been
speaking.
I think Mr. Carter sighed.
“Sean, I should ground you. Half of me feels like I’m cheating
you by not.”
“You’re not, Dad. I understand, but please…”
His father cut him off.
“I’m not going to ground you, both because I don’t want you to
be grounded at the start of Christmas vacation and right before
you leave to visit your mom. More than that, though, I know how
much you and Kai have been looking forward to this, and I don’t
think either one of us would feel good about punishing him
because of your behavior, would we?”
“No, sir.”
I started to feel really guilty right then, and was trying to
decide whether I should sneak out or let them know I was there.
But then, Mr. Carter’s next words froze me in place.
“I don’t want you to think getting spanked means you’re getting
off easy, so let’s get started, so you can clean up and get
ready before Kai gets here.”
I tried to remember the layout of their living room. Slowly and
carefully - quiet as a churchmouse - I crept to one side of the
hall until I could see the big mirror. Sure enough, I could see
Mr. Carter sitting in his chair, with Sean standing in front of
him. Mr. Carter was dressed like he usually did when he wasn’t
just home from work - he was wearing a pair of khaki chinos, a
thick dark brown belt, and a white undershirt. That last part
wasn’t usual, but I could see a navy blue pullover sweater
sitting on the back of the couch.
Sean, on the other hand, was barely dressed at all. He stood in
front of his dad, wearing nothing but a black Batman logo
t-shirt and matching boxer briefs. His father pointed his right
index finger and moved it up and down a few times. Sean sighed,
then slid his boxers down just below his butt. His dad lifted
an eyebrow, motioned again with the same finger, and Sean let go
a bigger sigh before shoving the boxer briefs all the way past
his knees, where they fell to the floor.
Mr. Carter was sitting in his usual chair, which was pretty cool
looking. Instead of big and overstuffed like my dad’s recliner,
Mr. Carter’s was kind of minimal. The seat part was a black
leather recliner, but it sat on a wood circle - it looked kind
of… I think my mom called it deco. Instead of a foot that came
out, it had its own footrest.
Once Sean’s boxers started down, Mr. Carter reached out and
turned the footrest sideways. Sean looked down at the ground,
then stepped up to the high side of the footstool, which came up
to just past his knees, and he knelt down.
Sean wasn’t nearly as cute as Cooper, and he was my best friend,
so I felt bad he was about to get spanked, but his rear end was
still pretty nice - not as arched as Coop’s, but still pretty
well defined, and especially cute when he clenched it and got
those little dimples on the side like he was doing now.
His dad gave Sean’s butt a couple of pats. “Spread your legs a
bit, Sean.”
Sean did, which made the dimples go away.
Mr. Carter turned to his end table and pulled the drawer open.
He rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out something
I’d seen him use before when he was looking at magazine’s and
stuff, but I’d never thought of it for spanking.
It was an eighteen inch, clear plastic ruler, about an inch and
a half or two inches wide. I couldn’t remember how thick it
was, but it seemed pretty sturdy as he gave it a couple of
swishes through the air. I guess he was satisfied with it,
because he shut the drawer and turned back to his son.
While I’d been watching his dad, Sean had shifted around so the
top of his head was resting on the floor, and he had his arms
wrapped around the legs of the footstool. If his head was
pointing at noon, I was looking at him from about 7pm, so I
couldn’t see his face at all, but I had a great look at his bum,
as his spread knees spread it open quite a bit.
“Is there anything else we need to say about this, Sean?”
Sean squeaked something that might have been no. At least, it
seemed like his dad took it that way, as the ruler tapped
against his butt a couple of times, then drew back.
‘Fwip,’ the ruler smacked down. It didn't seem too hard. Mr.
Carter wasn’t swinging from the shoulders or anything, but I
quickly realized that didn’t really matter, because it wasn’t
actually ‘fwip’.
‘Fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip, fwip,’ the ruler rose and
fell quickly. I could see Mr. Carter was putting some elbow and
a lot of wrist into it, and it evidently stung pretty bad. Sean
went from still to struggling in a big city second. He wasn’t
really trying to free his arms from where they wrapped around
the legs of the stool, but I could tell they were trying to
flail around, and his feet were kicking and pushing against the
floor.
The footstool copied the design of the chair, and I knew there
were little things on the bottom of the circle that held it in
place without scratching the floor and made it hard to move
unless you lifted it a little; otherwise, I think Sean would
have scooted all the way across the floor in just a few seconds
the way his legs were moving.
The ruler came down again and again and again, and it didn’t
take long for Sean to start talking about it. It seemed like
there was one long moment of stunned silence, and then he was
ouching and yelping with the occasional sob breaking his voice,
but the ruler just kept rising and falling again and again and
again.
His butt quickly went from pale to pink to rosy and was quickly
turning real red when he broke out in loud tears, his voice
shaking with sobs as his cries filled the room.
I realized I had lost count almost at once, and I had no idea
how long this had been going on or how many smacks had landed.
Mr. Carter went on another few seconds after Sean started to
really cry, and then he paused.
It didn’t take long to decide I didn’t want either of them to
know I was there, and I was about to sneak back through the door
when I saw Mr. Carter switched the ruler to his left hand, then
reached down and rubbed his hand across Sean’s brick red bottom
for a moment. Then he spread Sean’s legs a bit further.
Apparently that meant something to Sean, because he began to beg
his dad, his voice breaking with sobs as he pleaded, “No, Dad,
please, no more.”
Mr. Carter paid no attention to his son, switching the ruler
back to his good hand, resting his left hand in the small of
Sean’s back, then taking aim - this time at Sean’s upper legs.
And this time the swats weren’t just coming from the elbow.
TH-FWIP! The ruler slapped down across the very top of Sean’s
upper leg, and Sean screamed. Again, but this time on the right
leg. Then back to the left leg, just slightly lower. Sean
shrieked as the ruler smacked across those tender spots again
and again, back and forth. After a third set of stripes, all
slightly overlapping, the ruler moved back up and started down
again. By the time a second set of three striped had been added
to each leg, Sean was wailing, and his head was tossing, but his
legs seemed just too sore to keep kicking.
Mr. Carter turned and dropped the ruler on his end table, then
reached over and began rubbing Sean’s back. I took that as my
que to sneak out the front door.
I looked homeward for a minute, then turned and walked about a
block to a bus stop bench. I sat down and began searching my
phone for the stuff I wanted to show Sean. I could give him
time to recover before I was supposed to be there, I could show
him the stuff on the ride over, and in the meantime, maybe the
cold would help the swelling in my dick go down.
I figured about fifteen minutes would be long enough, and I was
ringing their doorbell right then. I was still a little early,
but hopefully Sean had had time to recover a bit and clean up.
Mr. Carter opened the door.
“Hello, Kai. A little early, aren’t you?”
“I couldn’t wait much longer,” I said with a smile, which he
returned.
“No, seriously,” I went on after a second, “I needed to talk
with Sean. I found some books we’ve been looking for on eBay,
and….”
“That’s right, you boys coordinate your buying, don’t you?”
I nodded, and he stepped aside, gesturing me in, but directing
me towards the living room.
“Sean was ah… running a little bit late. Let me make sure he’s
ready.”
I wonder if Mr. Carter knew how weird that sounded. We’d been
camping together last summer, and Mr. Carter knew Sean and I had
showered together, so what was he supposed to be doing now that
he wouldn’t be ready for me?
Still, as I stepped into the living room, I noticed the foot
stool was still turned sideways to Mr. Carter’s chair. I
quickly looked to be sure he was gone, then rushed over to his
end table, pulling the drawer open. The ruler was right on top,
and I pulled it out. I gave it a quick swish through the air to
hear it, then landed a second one against my butt. Between my
jeans and the thermal shirt tucked in, I barely felt it, so I
popped it against my left hand.
It stung a lot.
“Kai?” Mr. Carter called, so I quickly dropped the ruler back in
the drawer and pushed it shut.
I met him just as he was coming out of the hall to Sean’s room.
“Go on back. I just need to get my sweater on, and we’ll be
ready to go.”
“Okay, Mr. Carter, thanks.”
Walking into Sean’s room, he looked fine and ready to go.
Looking close, I could see where his bangs were damp from
washing his face, but that was the only way I could really tell
he’d just been spanked.
I showed him the deal I’d found on my phone, and he liked it
enough he pulled it up on his computer to look at it on the big
screen. I did notice a slight flinch as he sat down. I felt a
bit guilty about that, but I also had to smile as I imagined how
he’d react if I offered to rub it for him.
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Re: 6 Decemeber 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Part 5
By: Adric Date: December 8, 2020, 8:30 pm
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One of our motorhomes was furnished with a swivel chair and
footstool that was probably exactly like Mr. Carter's. Both of
them had circular wooden rings for their bases. The footstool
would have served well as spanking furniture for Sean.
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