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7 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 Part
One
By: Jack Date: December 6, 2020, 6:05 pm
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Chapter Six Part One
I think the word is serendipitous.
It was Monday afternoon. School was out. Christmas was four
days away. Sean was gone. The temperature had dropped, snow
had fallen, and more was on the way. I was outside playing
with Charlie and Tyler.
Charlie and Tyler were both sixth graders - Charlie was twelve,
but I think Tyler was still eleven. They were both pretty cool.
Both of them lived fairly close, and usually all four of us
(including Sean) went to see most comic book movies together.
We were talking about what to do.
No one was home at Charlie or Tyler’s houses, but Charlie wasn’t
supposed to have company. Tyler could have company, but his mom
was real strict on snacking in the living room or stuff. We
could go to my house, watch some TV, and have some snacks, but
Mom was off today, and she was home with the monkeys, which
basically meant no peace and quiet.
We were at the park and all three of us were dressed for cold
weather, but it was still getting kind of chilly while we
argued. I’d walked, but Charlie and Tyler were both on their
bikes. They sat on them, pushing them back and forth, while I
messed around on the jungle gym, though it was too cold to sit
on.
We were trying to decide between going to my house for snacks,
then going to Tyler’s to watch something, or just staying at my
house and hoping Mom would control the monkeys. We were
mostly waiting for Tyler. Charlie was getting bored, and he
climbed off his bike and started climbing on the bars next to
me, while Tyler tried to make up his mind - I mean, we could
have snacks at his house, but not in the living room, and only
if we cleaned up really well - I decided I really needed to take
a leak.
The park was surrounded on three sides by these big hedges. If
you knew where to look, you could find breaks in them. The
breaks were mostly grown up now, but you could slip between
them, and they made good places to let it out without getting
busted for public naughtiness or something.
I excused myself and trotted over to see a man about a horse.
That’s when the serendipity came in.
As I was giving it a shake, I heard a commotion and stuck my
head up a bit to see what was going on.
Pete had come along and was being his usual (less than) funny
self. I didn’t see his bike, so I guess he was out walking. He
must have seen Charlie’s bike just lying there, because now he
was sitting on it, not really doing stunts, but just playing
around.
“C’mon, Pete,” Charlie pleaded.
“C’mon, Pete,” Pete mimicked in that really annoying, sing song
voice he used to make fun of younger kids. “I’m not hurting
your bike,” he continued in his normal voice.
“Get off.”
“You weren’t using it. I’ll get off in a minute.”
Pete wasn’t stupid, but I don’t really think he realized what a
dick he was either. I don’t know if he thought he was funny, or
if this was his idea of playing with us, or if maybe he thought
it was harmless and he was just used to getting away with it.
The big problem is, he didn’t seem to be mean about it, and we
were never able to convince the adults what he was really doing,
so he tended to get away with it.
But now we had a way to stop that. He hadn’t seen me yet, so I
zipped up, slid my phone out, and started making a video.
“C’mon, Pete,” Tyler said calmly. “Just give him his bike
back.”
“Geez, why are you two such whine babies? It’s no big deal.”
Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal. Pete wasn’t hurting Charlie’s
bike. Charlie’s was only a couple of years old - a green and
black Ozone Ripp Trax - in good shape, but it was a cheap, kids
bike - nowhere near as good as Pete’s Mongoose, even though
Pete’s bike was older and probably second hand. I knew Charlie
wanted a better bike, and he was hoping for one ‘from Santa’
this year. The thing was, it was still his bike. We all knew
Pete was a good rider, which he was proving by kick-hopping
Charlie’s bike on and off the see-saw. I think Charlie didn’t
like the idea that someone else - no matter how good a rider -
might accidentally mess his bike up.
I waited quietly in the bushes another minute or two as Pete
rode Charlie’s bike around and refused to give it back, then I
stepped away from the bushes.
“Don’t worry, Charlie. We’ll just call the cops.”
Pete nearly fell off the bike when I spoke. He turned to glare
at me.
“For what?” he sneered.
“For theft,” I replied.
“You guys are such babies,” he said, climbing off the bike and
letting it fall to the ground. “Take your stupid bike.”
“Too late, Pete. This time we have proof,” I said, holding the
phone up.
Suddenly Pete looked a bit worried, but the sneer only slipped,
it didn’t disappear from his face.
“Of what?”
“C’mon, Pete. You took his bike, and you can’t even say he was
letting you borrow it. He was asking for it back, and you
wouldn’t give it.”
“I didn’t take it anywhere,” he replied.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s his bike and you took it. That’s theft.”
Pete was starting to look worried, but still trying to hide it.
“Why you bein’ a jerk ‘bout this, Kai?”
“Kai!” Tyler protested, before I could say anything. “Kai’s not
bein’ a jerk. We weren’t doin’ ‘nuthin’ to you, but you came
over here and took Charlie’s bike, and started messin’ with us.
You’re always pickin’ on us. You’re the jerk, jerk.”
Pete was honestly looking confused right then, and I wondered
again if he meant to be such a jack‍ass or if he just
didn’t understand how he came off.
“I was just playin’,” Pete replied, and I almost felt a little
sorry for him. Almost, but I didn’t because I had seen him get
away with being a jerk for so long.
“It wasn’t funny,” Charlie said sullenly.
“I’m sorry,” Pete said, and he kind of sounded like he meant it.
“It doesn’t matter,” Tyler replied. “You’re always doin’ stuff
like this, and you always get away with it.”
“Yeah,” Charlie chimed in. “You shouldn’t get away with it.”
“You’re not gonna really call the cops are you?” Pete asked,
blatantly nervous now.
“You deserve it,” Charlie told him.
“He deserves a spanking,” Tyler said suddenly.
And just as suddenly, I went from zero to wood.
Pete looked startled for a second, but just a second.
“I’m fifteen years old, not a little kid like y’all. What’cha
gonna do, tell my mommy I been bad?”
Tyler looked unsure for a second. I wanted to say something,
but my mouth was dry as sandpaper and my tongue felt huge. It
was hard enough for me to even work up a little spit, but much
less reply.
“We could do it ourselves,” Charlie said for me, bless his
heart.
Pete looked startled, then nervous, then suddenly he looked at
me, maybe a bit sly. All the sudden, I felt like Tweety bird
when Sylvester first sees him.
“Anyway, I’ll bet you don’t even really have anything there.
Why should I be worried about something you’re just making up.”
I smiled and held up my phone where he could see the screen. He
walked closer to get a decent look, so I hit the play button.
For a second, Pete watched himself, then he suddenly moved and
snagged my phone from my hand. It only took him a second to hit
the delete button.
“Ha, whatcha gonna do now, smarta‍ss?”
I took my phone back from him and put it in my pocket.
“Download it off the cloud again, dummy. How stupid do you
think I am? And even if you take my phone away, you can’t make
me give you the password.”
I honestly got scared for a second. Pete’s a lot bigger than
me, and for a moment, he stood there with his fist clenched and
he was nearly shaking - his face was white.
Then he just slumped.
“C’mon. I was just playin’. Please don’t call the cops.”
Now I felt bad. The problem is, I also wondered if this was how
he got away with crap so much.
“I don’t wanna call the cops, Pete, but you’re always pickin’ on
us, and it sucks. You feel bad about us threatenin’ to call the
cops, but we feel bad about you always hasslin’ us.”
“We don’t wanna call the cops,” Tyler said, “but you always get
away with it, when you’re buggin’ us.”
I saw Charlie nod, but Pete spoke before he could.
“So what? You’re gonna spank me?”
I was afraid to say anything, afraid they’d all know how I
really felt, but I didn’t have to.
“We could,” Tyler replied.
“Why?” Pete demanded plaintively.
“Dude,” I told him, suddenly irate with what seemed like willful
ignorance. “Do you really think you’re just playin’ with us
when you take our stuff and play keep away, or mess up games
we’re playing, or…”
“Or erase videos off our phones?” Tyler added.
He looked around at the three of us, and I think he was feeling
confused, unsure, and maybe a bit guilty.
“So what, I let you guys whup me, and you won’t call the cops?”
“No,” I said, before Charlie or Tyler could answer, or before I
could do something stupid. “Pete, I know you can be nice
sometimes, but do you really not understand some of the little
kids are really scared of you?”
Now he did look embarrassed, but I think maybe he was also
surprised.
“Do you really think you’re just playin’ when you do stuff like
this?”
He nodded, then stopped. “Well, not takin’ your phone, but you
were threatenin’ me.”
I nodded. I didn’t agree, but I understood his point.
“My dad’s whupped me for pickin’ on my little sisters,” Tyler
said. “You know what he tells me?”
We all looked at him, and Pete shook his head.
“He says, ‘if everyone ain’t laughin’, then it ain’t a joke,
it’s bullyin’.”
Pete ran his hand through his thick, blond hair, then nodded a
little.
“So you’re gonna call the cops?”
“No, I don't wanna do that, because you can be nice. But you
can’t just get away with it, now that you’re really caught, and
you can’t keep doin’ it.”
“So you are gonna whup me?”
I looked at the other boys, and they looked at me, then both of
them nodded. I nodded too, then, looking none too happy, so did
Pete.
“You gonna do it here?” Pete asked after a long minute.
“No, we can’t do it here. It’s gotta be a real whuppin’.” Tyler
answered.
“You mean with my pants down and everything?” Pete demanded, but
Tyler only nodded, standing his ground.
“That or we can call the cops instead.”
Pete suddenly looked embarrassed and defeated, but nodded in
acceptance.
I’m really surprised Pete didn’t argue more. While he, Charlie,
and Tyler argued out a few details, I thought about it. I think
the idea that a lot of the little kids were really scared of him
had made an impression on Pete - more than an impression, I
think he really did feel sorry. Finally, my attention snapped
back to the conversation.
“We can’t go to my house - no way my Mom wouldn’t stick her nose
in,” Pete explained.
“My mom’s home too,” I added.
I expected Tyler’s regular warning about not making a mess, but
Charlie spoke up instead.
“My house - we just gotta be careful.”
“Why your house?” I asked, a bit surprised since I knew he
wasn’t supposed to have company.
“I’ll show you,” was all he said.
Charlie and Tyler climbed on their bikes and we all went that
way.
It didn’t take long to get there. As we approached Charlie’s
house, I thought of how magical darkness is. Right now, I
looked around and saw all the snow that had already been played
with. It hadn’t been above freezing, but there was plenty of
slush from cars driving on it and salt, and even the yards were
a little dirty and messed up by foot prints. By 6pm, the dirt
wouldn’t be visible, and it would mostly look like smooth
drifts, reflecting all the Christmas lights that would be
lighting up the whole area, making everything feel merry.
We came to his yard and circled around to the back - not because
Charlie was scared of someone seeing us go in, but because he
wanted us to go in through the mud room.
The snow on the ground wasn’t real thick yet, but thick enough.
We all took our shoes off, then hung coats, jackets, scarves,
and hats on pegs or dropped them on shelves. Then Charlie
looked at the legs of all our pants, and those started coming
off as well - he was worried about us even dripping some dirty
snow on the floors.
Tyler and Charlie had both worn winter coats. Charlie just had
an ‘I tried Santa’ t-shirt under his, but Tyler was wearing a
blue and gray fleece sweater. Tyler and I had been in Charlie’s
house plenty of times, and we knew his parents kept their house
warmer than either of ours did, so I wasn’t surprised when Tyler
peeled off his sweater, leaving him standing in nothing but his
thermal underpants. I was half surprised that Charlie wasn’t
wearing Christmas shorts to match his tee, but he was wearing a
pair of red briefs that were at least a little Christmasy.
Unlike the two younger boys, Pete and I were both dressed in
layers, so it took us a little longer to finish undressing. I
stripped off my hoodie, a flannel shirt under that, then a
thermal top, leaving me in just a strap undershirt. Pete had
been wearing a sweatshirt instead of a flannel, and he wasn’t
wearing an undershirt, so, while I was standing there in
Spider-man boxers and a white undershirt, much to my surprise,
Pete stood there in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs
covered with candy canes.
“My granny gave ‘em to me last year,” he said, when he caught my
look.
“You might as well take those off, too,” Tyler said, reminding
him that we’d already negotiated this part.
I think Pete blushed a bit, but he definitely looked around at
the big windows in the room.
“Not here,” he replied.
There really wasn’t any reason not to. Charlie’s backyard was
surrounded by a wooden fence, and they had several big conifers
out there, so you really couldn’t even see any of the neighbors
houses very much. Still, I could kind of understand how he felt
- it would feel weird to just walk around naked, especially at
someone else’s house.
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Re: 7 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 P
art One
By: Zyngaru Date: December 7, 2020, 8:59 am
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Oh! My!......Oh! My!
Pete is gonna get the spanking he so deserves.
I'm really curious about why Charlie thinks his house is the
best house for the spanking to take place in, even after his
parents telling him, no company.
I'm wondering his his parents have a special room set up just
for spankings? They sound like the type of people that would
have such a place, thus not messing the rest of the house up
when Charlie needs to be spanked.
I find it so interesting that all of the boys stripped to their
underwear, when they went into Charlie's house. I wonder since
his parents keep the house so warm, if Charlie doesn't always
just wear undies when at home? I know boys that do that. They
are younger than Charlie, but then if that's how you have always
lived, then it would be normal even as you get older. Curious.
Looking forward to the next chapter.
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Re: 7 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 P
art One
By: Adric Date: December 10, 2020, 2:05 pm
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I'm trying to imagine what it feels like to be Pete in a setting
like this, and at 15 years old I think he would get pretty
excited by the adventure of wandering around nearly naked in
someone else's house that he is not supposed to be in, along
with the prospect of soon being completely naked while Kai and
two "little boys" try their best to give him a spanking he won't
soon forget. Good cliffhanger ending while waiting for the main
event in the next chapter.
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