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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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