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11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter Two
By: Jack Date: December 10, 2020, 5:41 pm
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Chapter Two
I lay tucked up in bed, cocooned in my blanket, trying to figure
out why Mom didn't answer the doorbell. Then I realized that
she’d woken me up earlier to tell me she was leaving and that I
should get up. I’d been tired, it had been chilly, and I must
have fallen back asleep. I jumped out of bed and rushed for the
door, knowing it must be Uncle Dave.
Even though the house was a little chilly, I rushed straight to
the door, because, even though I was only half awake, I knew
Uncle Dave wasn’t going to be happy.
I peeked through the spyhole to make sure it was him, then I
opened the door.
“Howdy, Gav, I was beginn…. You’re not ready.”
His voice went from friendly to flat in about a second, and I
winced a bit as I stepped back. Uncle Dave stepped in, and I
shivered a bit as the cold wind blew across my nearly naked
body.
“Did you just wake up?” Uncle Dave asked.
I nodded.
Dave opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head, and stepped
inside, closing the door behind him.
“Have you at least packed yet?”
I might have blushed a bit as I shook my head.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, before
looking at me again.
“What have you done?”
“Mom said she wanted to wash my school clothes, so I had enough
clean clothes, and it’s all ready, I just have to put it in my
bag.”
Dave nodded.
“You need to learn to do your own laundry, but for now, let’s go
to your room, and you can get a shower while I pack.”
“I don’t…”
“Gavin, we’re going to be on the road a long time today, and
good hygiene is really important. Believe me, you’ll feel a lot
better if you get clean before we get started.”
Since Uncle Dave had first offered to take me to see Dad, we’d
talked a couple of times and he’d sent some e-mails. I really
was almost ready to go, with clean clothes for every day of the
drive and nice stuff to wear when I got to Dad’s, and all my
other stuff like my tablet was in my backpack.
“I got it,” Uncle Dave assured me, grabbing my duffle bag, “now
go.”
I wanted to explain everything to Uncle Dave. That I knew how
to do my own laundry, but how I’d been invited to a Christmas
Party. I’d had a great time, but my friend, Brian, his mom was
supposed to give us a ride home, but her car broke down, so they
had to find someone else to come get us, and I’d been out late,
and it really had been a great time, and how I’d tried to get
everything ready, but school had been so busy and my tests had
been hard, but I’d done really good, and I was really excited
about the trip, and I know this was his job, and I was really
grateful he was taking me, and I was really excited about seeing
Dad, but I was really tired after a long week and a big party,
and I’d meant to get up early, before Mom had to leave, but the
room was chilly, and…
I showered quick, making sure to do an extra good job, and I
washed my hair, even though I’d just done it yesterday, and then
I hopped right out, even though the hot water felt really good.
I grabbed a towel and was drying off when I realized I hadn’t
brought any clean boxers. That was okay, Mom had bought me new
boxers and socks for the trip, so I had plenty of clean ones. I
wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for my room.
Uncle Dave was sitting on the bed. My duffle and backpack were
gone.
“I put them by the front door,” Dave said. “I checked your
clothes, and it looks like you had everything you need.”
“Thanks.”
“Now, you and I need to have a little talk, Gavin. I phoned you
several times, and you replied to all my e-mails, so I know you
at least saw what I had to say about this trip, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready, but…”
“No buts, right now, Gavin. I want to spell this out, face to
face, to be sure we understand each other. Okay?”
I nodded.
He nodded back.
“This is my job. I want to spend time with you, I’m happy that
I was able to arrange a way for you and your Dad to get time
together. Believe me, if I could, I’d much rather just buy you
a plane ticket - not so that I didn't have to spend time with
you,” he rushed to clarify, “but so you and your dad could have
more time. The simple fact is that all of us have bills, and we
just couldn’t afford that this year. Instead, I got my
dispatcher to work with me and arrange this trip. The thing is,
though - there are rules I have to obey - laws - and schedules I
have to follow. I can explain those to you later, but the
important thing right now is, I can only spend so much time on
the road each day, and that times already started, even though
I’m sitting here with you right now. If you’re not ready to go
when I tell you to be, that could end up costing me money or
even keep us from making it to your dad’s on time. Do you
understand?”
I nodded again.
“I’m really sorry, Uncle Dave.”
“I’m sure you are, Gavin, but I know I already explained all
that, so I guess I’m going to have to do something to make sure
I’ve made an impression on you this time. Drop that towel and
come here.”
My eyes went wide as Uncle Dave reached down beside him and
picked up the paddle Dad had kept in my bedside table. What’d
it been? Two years? Longer? I knew I’d been a little kid back
then, but I also remembered how bad it had hurt, and I couldn’t
keep my butt from clenching.
Worse, here I was naked except the towel, and Uncle Dave was
telling me to drop it. I knew everybody had been a kid once,
and I knew about puberty and everything, and it’s not like Uncle
Dave hadn’t seen me naked before, but here he was - so big and
strong and good looking, and I was still just a little kid. I
only had four hairs so far and none of them were even a half
inch long yet.
“Move, Gavin - this is going to happen, so let’s get it over
with.”
It might have been easier if he’d sounded mad, but he didn’t.
He sounded unhappy, which I guess was fair. I’d promised him I
understood, and that I’d be ready. I’d already broken my
promise. Flushing with embarrassment, as well as fear of that
paddle, I let the towel fall.
I covered my thang with both hands and stepped over to him.
Uncle Dave didn’t say anything, but just took my hips in his
hands. He scooted forward on the bed a bit, so most of his legs
were clear of it, then he moved me to his side and guided me to
lay across his lap. My face was a good foot from the carpet, so
I put my elbows on the floor in front of me. I felt Uncle Dave
wrap one arm firmly around my waist, then that paddle tapped my
butt.
Holy Crap! I’d forgotten how bad that thing stung.
Uncle Dave wasn’t messing around. The paddle was deceptive, in
that it wasn't very big, but I think that made it worse. Maybe
I’d grown more than I thought since last time Dad had used it,
but it was only smacking one cheek at a time, and that cheek
would burn and sting, then the other one, and just when the
first started to cool off, Uncle Dave smacked it again.
I mean, I’m twelve years old, and I shouldn’t be getting
spankings anymore, so I was really trying to take it like a man,
but it hurt so bad. Uncle Dave kept going and going, and every
swat seemed to make my butt hurt a little worse. I was
clenching my jaw and squeezing my eyes shut, and trying to stay
still, but I just couldn’t do it. My legs started kicking, and
I started pushing at the floor, trying to keep my hands in front
of me, but I couldn’t help crying out as the paddle bit into
that spot right where my butt curves into my legs.
Once that first ‘ow!’ was out, I lost it. I started yelping
with each smack, and then I realized tears were flowing down my
face, and then I was really crying. I hated it, but I also
knew Uncle Dave was right, and I deserved it. I finally lost
all control, and both hands flew behind me. My left hand
couldn’t get past Dave’s body, but my right hand reached my butt
for just a second, before Dave just pinned it to my hip and went
back to spanking.
My feet were kicking, but it wasn’t doing a thing, and I howled,
realizing not just how helpless I was, as Uncle Dave kept on and
on smacking my sore, bare a‍ss with that paddle, but I was
also so embarrassed - not just at the way I was breaking down,
or Uncle Dave seeing me naked, but at how I’d let him down.
I just collapsed, lying limply across his lap.
It took me a minute to realize the spanking had stopped. My
entire body was shaking and my butt burned so bad, but it was
starting to feel a bit better as Uncle Dave lightly rubbed it.
“You ready to get up?” he asked.
I was crying and sniffing too much to really say anything, but I
tried, and I nodded. I guess that was enough, since he put a
hand on my chest and carefully helped me off his lap.
I stood there for a second, too sore to be embarrassed. He’d
had a handkerchief somewhere, and he wiped my face, then pulled
me against his side, with one arm wrapped firmly around my
shoulders. I wrapped my arms as far around him as I could, and
we just stood there for a long, quiet moment, as my sobs started
to die away.
When I’d finished crying, he let me go, and I stepped back a
bit. He took my shoulders in his hand and looked at me, eye to
eye.
“Do we understand each other now, Gavin?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I was still really embarrassed, and had to look away from his
stare.
“Are we going to be on time?” I asked.
He nodded, then glanced at his watch.
“I’d planned on us stopping at IHOP to get a big breakfast,” he
admitted. “They can be really busy though, so we should
probably skip that now. Think you can live with McDonald’s
drive through?”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Now, why don’t you go wash your face and blow your nose,
then you can get dressed, so we can get on the road?”
I nodded my agreement and headed to the bathroom, pausing only
to pick up the wet towel, so Mom wouldn’t be mad at me too.
My butt was so sore, it was hard to move fast, but I was still
ready to go in less than ten minutes - hair combed, teeth
brushed, and dressed in some really comfortable clothes for the
road.
“Uncle Dave?”
“Living room,” he replied.
I looked around my bedroom to make sure I hadn’t forgotten
anything, then smiled, as I saw that paddle was still lying on
my bed - definitely not something I minded forgetting.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas CHapter
Two
By: Zyngaru Date: December 10, 2020, 9:07 pm
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WOW! I'm so glad you hadn't forgotten about this story. I've
been waiting sort of patiently for this chapter.
Yes. At 12 we think we are men and can take a paddling like a
man so to speak. I sure couldn't when I was 12. Now we know
Gavin can't either.
Actually, Gavin coming out of the bathroom in just the towel,
and Uncle David spanking him naked is a good thing. It breaks
the ice about the whole being naked in front of his Uncle, while
on the trip. That sometimes becomes an issue, and now it won't.
So there is a silver lining in this for Gavin. :) :) :) :)
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas CHapter
Two
By: guest50 Date: December 11, 2020, 4:36 am
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I really feel for Gavin in this story. What was Dave doing
searching through Gavin's drawers? What gave him that right?
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas CHapter
Two
By: Jack Date: December 11, 2020, 12:49 pm
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[quote author=dthorn1970 link=topic=2106.msg20586#msg20586
date=1607683002]
I really feel for Gavin in this story. What was Dave doing
searching through Gavin's drawers? What gave him that right?
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Packing? Or, as Gavin's Dad's Brother, maybe he just knew it
was there.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter
Two
By: No Way Out Date: December 11, 2020, 2:03 pm
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Thank you for sharing your Christmas stories with us. So far I
like this series very much.
Since I'm an old softie, it pains me that Gavin is suffering,
though. Not so much the spanking, but that he didn't even get
the chance to tell his side of the story, and that his uncle
didn't seem very warm.
Of course, every good story needs conflict, so I'll try to be
patient (not my strongest suit) and wait for the resolution.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter
Two
By: Jack Date: December 11, 2020, 4:37 pm
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I can kind of see that NWO, but do you know much about truck
driving in the US (rhetorical question). Remember, I knew that
kid a few years ago (I believe I called him Craig Simmons, who's
in his... mid 20s? now I think) whose dad was a long haul
trucker, and i was able to ask a number of questions about how
he works (beyond things he and Craig had talked about, and
things to which I was exposed while trying to get a bus driver's
license). Once a semi driver starts on a long haul route, he
has a VERY specific amount of time he can drive, and violating
that can result in major fines or even losing his license, on
top of which, many pick ups are scheduled, and if you miss your
schedule, you can have to wait hours for another dock, which
leads back to .... see the first point.
The thing is, I was trying to make that clear in the story
without going into obnoxious and boring levels of detail in the
story. What I tried to do instead was stress there was a good
reason, it had all been explained to Gavin, and he just blew it.
Now, would that be good in real life? Maybe not, but this IS
a spanking story.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter
Two
By: guest50 Date: December 11, 2020, 4:54 pm
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Gavin knew he blew it. He was already remorseful before the
spanking began.
Yes, it's a spanking story, and I understand Uncle Dave's point
of view. What I didn't like was the fact that the spanking
seemed to be overly harsh for the situation and unnecessarily
cruel, given that Gavin now has to look forward to sitting (or
trying to sit), on a bruised bottom for hours.
The invasion of privacy was unnecessary, since the clothes were
already set out, just needing to be put in the duffel bag. Added
to that was the unfair, and inaccurate, accusation of Gavin not
doing his own laundry.
Good thing for Dave, Gavin has a serious case of hero worship
that that seems to have gotten Gavin to a point of forgiveness
already. I wouldn't be so forgiving.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter
Two
By: No Way Out Date: December 12, 2020, 2:31 am
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=2106.msg20596#msg20596
date=1607726246]
The thing is, I was trying to make that clear in the story
without going into obnoxious and boring levels of detail in the
story. What I tried to do instead was stress there was a good
reason, it had all been explained to Gavin, and he just blew it.
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You did make it clear enough, and I did understand how much of a
problem the delay was for the uncle. That the consequence was a
spanking was also understandable. It's just that I relate to the
boy, who is just twelve years old, is having a rough time,
looked forward to a road trip with lots of bonding time with his
cool uncle, and now feels like he screwed up on his very first
day. I don't blame you for writing it that way, I'm just
emotionally invested and feel bad for Gavin, that's is all I'm
saying.
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Re: 11 December 2020 - I"ll Be Home for Christmas Chapter
Two
By: David M. Katz Date: December 17, 2020, 11:55 pm
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I too understand Dave's position but I would have liked for
Gavin to have been given a chance to explain himself,
However, this is a spanking story and a spanking had to happen.
;D
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