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8 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 Part
Two
By: Jack Date: December 7, 2020, 5:27 pm
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Chapter Six Part One
As we left the mud room, we followed Charlie through the dining
room and into the living room, heading for the staircase. Tyler
was walking next to Charlie, then Pete, and I was next to him -
maybe slightly behind him. They had a big Christmas tree that
stood next to their TV and staircase. It was way taller than my
dad, probably over seven feet - a lot bigger than you’d think
for only three people. It was really nice though - I knew it
was pre-lit, even though the lights were off right now, and it
was decorated with strings of colored beads, then those bulb
things - most of them round, in red and green and gold, but a
few in different shapes of silver and gold. As we walked by it,
Charlie reached up and touched an ornament.
“Why’d you do that?” Pete asked.
Charlie stopped, turned back towards us, and blushed a bit.
“My granddad says it’s good luck.”
Pete stopped and looked at the ornament, and Charlie blushed
even deeper - dark enough to hide his freckles.
I knew what Pete was looking at - a silver ornament of baby
Charlie sitting in front of a Christmas tree when he was only
about eight months old. I didn’t bother to mention that, if you
took the time to look, even more ornaments with similar pictures
of Charlie in Christmas scenes - the most recent one of him
helping his dad hang Christmas lights from just a few weeks
before.
I expected Pete to make some smart alec comment, but he didn’t,
and we all moved on towards the stairs. At the top, I expected
us to turn right, but Charlie put up his hands.
“Wait here.”
“What are you doin’?” I asked, as he turned towards his parents
bedroom.
He flushed again as he turned back to me.
“I was uh… explorin’, and I found something I thought would be
good for this. Hang on.”
He came back with something in his hand - something I’d never
seen in real life before, but I knew what it was.
“I was just lookin’ for… uh presents, ya know? But I found
this. I’m not sure what it’s really for, but I thought it kinda
looked like a paddle…”
“You thought that was a paddle?” Pete quipped.
“No, not really, but I mean… the handle… and I couldn’t figure
out what this is really for…”
It was called a Loopy Johnny, though I wasn’t sure if I should
admit to knowing that. I’d read about it on a web site that
talked about spankings and stuff. It had sounded interesting,
so I’d looked for a picture.
“I guess it looks like a paddle, if there was something between
that part,” I said instead.
It was leather, not wood, but I’d read that paddles could be
made out of a lot of stuff. The handle did look kind of like a
handle for a paddle - at least it was made to get a good grip on
it. The rest of it at least looked like the outline of a paddle
- the… body? spanking part? of it was a loop of leather, about
maybe fifteen inches of round leather.
“Anyway, I was a little nervous…”
Charlie looked at Pete for a moment and blushed, then looked
down before going on.
“You know my mom used to use that wooden spoon, but Dad’s never
used anything but his hand, and Mom don’t really spank me no
more. So, when I saw this, I was afraid… I mean…”
Charlie had glanced at Pete again, obviously a little
embarrassed, either to admit that he still got spanked or that
his dad only used his hand. Either way, Pete didn’t seem to
think it was a big deal, or maybe he was just listening to the
story too hard to have noticed. When he past that part, Charlie
seemed a bit relieved and went on.
“Anyway, so I gave myself a smack to see if it did. It did! I
found it last year, but Dad’s never used it on me, but I figure
it’ll be good for a big boy like Pete.”
I was surprised Pete was being so docile. I know I would have
bristled at being called a big boy. Maybe Pete just figured he
was in enough trouble without being rude. Instead, he just
shrugged.
“Okay, sure - but you count. Only fifteen from each of you,
right?”
We all nodded our agreement.
Charlie coming out of his parents’ room had left me closest to
his room, so I turned and led the other guys in.
Charlie’s bedroom was pretty big. He had a full-sized bed, and
a dresser and chest of drawers and a bookshelf, and a desk, and
he even had his own TV, and there was still room for us to lie
down on the floor when we played Risk or something. One of the
benefits of being an only child, I guess. Pete even stopped to
look around for a second.
“You can take those off now,” Tyler said, a bit snippish. It
was enough to make me wonder if he had some special reason to be
mad at Pete.
“What, you wanna see my dick that bad?”
“No, I wanna see your butt,” Tyler said, sounding a bit more
joking. “Red.”
Pete tried to glare, but didn’t quite make it. Instead, he
grabbed the legs of his boxers and yanked them down. When they
reached his knees, he gave them a wiggle, and the boxers fell to
his ankles. He stepped out with his left foot, gave his right
foot a kick, and snatched the boxers when they flew into the
air. He turned a bit and tossed them atop the dresser. Then he
spread his arms.
“Happy?”
I certainly was.
Pete wasn’t skinny like scrawny, but he was really lean. It
didn’t look like he had a lot of muscles, but what he did have
were firm and pretty defined. His chest was kind of flat, but
you could see his pecs. He had a narrow waist, and his hip
bones made a ‘v’ down towards his d‍ick. His pubes were
as blond as what was on top of his head. There was a thick
patch at the bottom of his belly that was just starting to
spread down towards his legs, and I think there was a little bit
on his lower legs. The way he was holding his arms out, I could
tell he was still hairless there. His d‍ick was big. I
don’t mean long, though it was probably about five inches and it
looked like he was completely soft, but I mean heavy. I’ve
heard of showers and growers, and I hoped he was a shower. I
mean, I think my jaw would get sore messing with him only as big
as he was now.
I suddenly felt like I’d been staring, but no one else seemed to
notice. Pete just lowered his arms and started walking towards
the bed.
I knew Charlie and Tyler both got spanked like I used to - over
their dads’ legs. That’s how Charlie always got spanked as far
as I know, though Tyler said he’d got the belt a couple of
times, and that position had been different. Still, there’d
been no discussion about trying to whup Pete that way. We’d
talked about something else - maybe like in school, but Pete had
just said ‘on the bed’, and that had been that.
Now, Pete climbed up to about the center of the bed, laying
flat, and spreading his arms. I thought about telling him to
get the pillow, but things were going so smooth, I didn’t want
to jinx anything.
Man, Pete looked good lying like that. His butt wasn’t real
round and the cheeks weren’t really defined, but it wasn’t flat.
My biggest disappointment is there wasn’t a lot of definition
between the butt and legs, but it was still full, there was a
cute little crease between the cheeks, and each of them was
barely dimpled.
I looked at Charlie and Tyler, and I think they were as nervous
as I was, but Charlie handed me the Loopy Johnny. That was one
thing where there’d been no negotiation. Pete said I had to go
first and Tyler had to go last. I guess, since I was biggest
and Tyler was smallest, Pete thought he could get the worst over
with first and get off easy at the end, when he was already
going to be sore. None of us had felt like arguing, so that’s
how we were doing it. I took the implement from Charlie, and
stood on Pete’s left side.
“Scoot over this way a bit,” I told him.
He looked at me, then moved away from the center of the bed.
Then he looked at me again, and I nodded. He reached under
himself and adjusted things, then spread his legs just a bit. I
took a practice swing, paused, then let go.
“Ah, s‍hit,” Pete cried, jumping his entire body up and
down, then rolling over onto his back, quickly lifting his butt
into the air.
“That hurts,” he said, reaching beneath him to rub his rear.
“I told you,” Charlie said.
I glanced at him and Tyler to see that both of them were
watching raptly, and I looked back to see that Pete’s big
di‍ck was kind of flopping around with his movements.
“Roll back over,” Tyler told him after another moment. Pete
glared, but obeyed.
The first pop had landed mostly on the right cheek, so I aimed
this one a bit closer to me. It landed, and Pete made kind of a
loud, grunting sound into the mattress as he bucked up and down
and reached behind to grab his butt again.
I waited for him to settle down, then lashed out again, trying
to aim more for the middle, but a bit lower down. Pete
screamed, flopped half off the bed like a fish out of water,
then rolled over on his back again.
“Dammit, that hurts,” he moaned through clenched teeth.
Charlie was watching with wide eyes.
“This ain’t gonna work,” Tyler said.
Pete glared at him again.
I thought for a second.
“I’ve got an idea.”
I explained what I had in mind. Pete complained, but Tyler and
Charlie both loved it, and Pete only had to be threatened with
the cops one time to agree to it.
Pete had stood up while I explained things. Now he walked to
the end of the bed and lied down on it again, but this time
further towards the bottom, so his knees were hanging off the
end. I made sure he was close enough to the edge, then Charlie
and Tyler took their places.
Charlie knelt down between Pete’s legs, wrapped his arms around
Pete’s legs, then gripped his hands together. Tyler knelt down
so he was stradling Pete’s back, facing Pete’s butt, and he slid
his lower legs up towards Pete’s head. Pete lifted his arms so
they were over Tyler’s calves, then Ty leaned back, pinning
Pete’s arms.
“Twelve more to go,” I said, picking up the nasty little tool.
I aimed the next blow to come down mostly on Pete’s left cheek
but down, close to the top of the leg. He screamed and bucked,
but he couldn’t get enough leverage to move out of the way
again. I gave him a few seconds to settle down, then I did it
again, to the other side.
Pete screamed and cussed and yelled and moaned through the next
ten smacks. I could see Charlie was having a lot of trouble
holding Pete’s legs in place as they kicked up and down and
pulled back and forth, but Pete couldn’t really do more than
squirm a bit.
At first, each smack of the thing left a red circle with kind of
pink on the sides of it, but as I went, Pete’s entire butt
started getting red. I had to admit that watching his red butt
squirm was getting me really hard, and I hoped no one noticed.
When I finished, I stopped. Apparently Tyler and Charlie had
both been watching raptly, but not counting, because, when I
dropped the toy, they both looked at me.
“Fifteen,” I said in explanation.
“Thank Gawd,” Pete said.
I had to help Tyler up, but Charlie stood on his own and moved
up near Pete’s shoulders. Tyler had to flex his legs a bit to
stand straight. Pete carefully reached behind him, touched his
butt, and said a really bad cuss word.
We gave Pete a few moments to recover, but he took his hands
away and spread his arms again without us saying anything, so we
took that as a go. I climbed onto the bed, and Tyler knelt down
between his legs. Charlie picked up the Loop and we were ready
to go.
I loved the way the bare skin of Pete’s arms and back felt
against my bare legs, and I wished I could have taken my boxers
off too. Shirtless, Tyler looked naked as he knelt there
between Pete’s legs, and I thought about the times he and I had
played around together. My already hard di‍ck suddenly
got a little harder, and I wondered if Tyler was watching Pete’s
butt or me.
I’d almost been ignoring Charlie, and I think I jumped nearly as
much as Pete when Charlie smacked that loop down on his butt.
Even though his back didn’t move a lot, I felt him tense, and
his chest moved as he screamed out. His butt sure moved a lot
though. Even with me and Tyler holding both ends, he still
managed to buck up and down a bit and wiggle it a lot.
Again and again that thing crac‍ked down, and Pete managed
to react strongly every time it did. I remembered Charlie
saying that he’d given himself a smack with it, and I wondered
what Pete was feeling right now, promising myself to get Charlie
to let me test it some time in the future.
After ten swats, I felt Pete kind of quivering constantly, and I
realized he was probably crying. The next time it smacked down,
Pete cried out again, and it was broken and a little wet, and I
could suddenly hear it. Again, and this one looked like maybe
it caught his upper leg a bit, because he screamed, but it was
wet and broken, and he was suddenly sobbing hard and loud.
Charlie looked up, suddenly startled, and I think he felt a bit
bad for the older boy, but I made a motion, and he kept going,
though I think he took the last four a bit easier.
Tyler stood up from the end of the bed, and I untangled myself
from Pete’s arms, but I stayed kneeling beside him and gently
rubbed his back. He snorted in surprise and glanced back at me,
but quickly faced back down onto the bed. We stayed that way
until he settled down, then I stood up.
Charlie was just looking around, mostly watching Pete. I think
he might have been torn between sympathy and a righteous sense
of vengeance. That didn’t seem to be a problem for Tyler,
though, and he seemed almost happy as he stood, watching Pete
slowly settle down.
“We ready?” Tyler asked after several minutes had passed.
“Yeah,” Pete mumbled, before I could think of what to say.
I helped Charlie get up on Pete’s shoulders. Even though he was
the smallest, I didn’t think Pete had a lot of struggle left in
him. I moved down between his legs, and Tyler got ready to
start the last round.
Kneeling between his legs, I couldn’t get as good a view of what
was going on, but I was able to watch Tyler, and he seemed
really intent about doing a good job. On the other hand, after
a couple of swats had landed, I realized that Pete’s kicking and
squirming and fighting to get free had the interesting effect of
clenching his cheeks, then spreading them, giving me an
occasional glimpse of that tight, pink hole.
After eight swats, Tyler stopped.
“Kai? I think he’s getting bruises.”
I stood up to look, and it was pretty clear there were some
spots that were way darker than red.
Pete was crying hard and loud, but I could tell by the way
Charlie was shifting that Pete was trying to look back.
“C’mom, Charlie,” I said, helping the smaller boy up.
Pete looked back over his shoulders once Charlie was out of the
way.
“Sh‍it!” he murmured. “That’s gonna hurt for a while,” I
think Pete said, though he was crying hard enough it was hard to
be sure.
He was quiet a minute.
“How many more?” Pete asked.
“Seven,” I told him.
Tyler shook his head.
“I think that’s enough, isn’t it?”
Since he’d been the one really pushing this, I was willing to
let a few final swats go. Charlie just shrugged.
“That’s it, Pete,” I told him our decision.
He was already fighting to get his tears under control, but he
stayed there, face down. I couldn’t help it, so I reached down
and ran my hand over his butt. It was rough and firm and so
hot, and I thought my di‍ck was going to pop.
I expected him to complain, but he didn’t - just laid there, so
I sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his butt with one hand and
started rubbing his back with the other. He just sighed, and
the other guys joined me, taking turns getting a feel of his
butt.
After about five minutes, Pete suddenly jumped a bit and said he
needed up. I guess maybe he thought that was as far as ‘no
homo’ went. You could tell how sore he still was as he slowly
moved a bit closer to the side of the bed and got up. He moved
a bit faster as he reached for his boxers, but not quite fast
enough that I didn’t realize he was at least half hard. No
wonder he was ready for the rubs to end.
I can understand Pete being worn out, but all of us seemed
exhausted. We were all standing around in just our
underclothes, trying to decide what we were going to do. I’m
not even sure why Pete was still with us. Then my phone rang. I
glanced around, saw it on the desk where we’d all set them when
we’d come in, and answered it.
After listening for a moment, I asked Charlie and Ty, “Mom’s
about to make pizza rolls for the monkeys. You guys wanna go
get some?”
I was about to tell Mom yes, when I saw something.
“Hey, Mom? Pete’s hanging out with us.”
I looked at Tyler and Charlie, and they both thought for a
second, then nodded.
“Can he come too?”
I looked at him. “She says it’s okay. You wanna?”
In respect of Pete’s sore butt, we didn't actually rush, but it
wasn’t long at all before we were all back in the mud room
getting dressed.
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Re: 8 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 P
art Two
By: Zyngaru Date: December 8, 2020, 11:01 am
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Oh! My!
I'd never heard of a Loopy Johnny, so I had to go search to see
what one looked like.
HECK! That's wicked looking. I can see welts coming up from
that thing.
Awesome chapter. I loved it more than all the rest put
together. I love how the boys wanted to teach Pete a lesson but
in the end felt sympathy or maybe empathy for him and showed him
mercy.
What impressed me the most about Pete, is that he took his
spanking stoically without complaint, other than his cussing at
the pain. He didn't try to get out of it. He didn't try to
reduce the strikes. He put himself into position and let the
boys whack his buttocks. Yes he cried, which would be
embarrassing for him, in front of the other younger boys, but he
did it without complaint. Pete impressed me a lot.
It will be interesting to learn later why Tyler was so gung ho
in spanking Pete and then why he's the one to call off his
spanking Pete. I'm thinking there might be a whole chapter in
just that story alone. Then there is a whole other chapter in
Kia discovering just how the Loopy Johnny feels for himself.
Oh yes. I really love this chapter. There is so much in it,
that lies between the lines.
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Re: 8 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 6 P
art Two
By: Adric Date: December 10, 2020, 2:49 pm
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Wow! Seriously hot ending to this episode with Pete. I think I
like him. Thanks for the great story.
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