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       4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: Jack Date: December 3, 2017, 4:42 pm
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       Kyle was sitting in the front room when I got back.
       “You happy?”
       “Huh, I mean, excuse me?”
       “Are you happy?” I repeated.
       “Why, I mean… why?”
       He sounded confused, so I spelled it out for him.
       “Well, you didn’t follow the rules: you weren’t supposed to be
       in the back room.  You were supposed to be ready to go on time.
       You broke the rules twice.  And when I told you to stay out of
       the back room, you disobeyed.  How does your dad like it when
       you act like that.”
       Suddenly Kyle looked very nervous.
       “Are you going to tell him?” he asked, his voice just a bit
       shaky.
       “I should.”
       “Please don’t.”
       “Why not?  Would you get in trouble?”
       Kyle nodded.
       “What’d he do?”
       His tongue flicked out, quickly across his lips, but he didn’t
       say anything.
       “What’d he do, Kyle, spank you?”
       Kyle looked at me for a minute, then nodded.
       “How does he do it?”
       “Over his lap…” he answered hesitantly.
       “With his hand?”
       Kyle shook his head and his chin quivered.
       “With what?” I pursued.
       He shrugged, then held out his hands.
       “The spanking stick,” he said, describing something like an
       oversized ruler with his hands.”
       “And does he spank you for breaking the rules?”
       His chin quivered again, and his eyes looked a bit then he
       nodded.
       “Does he spank you for disobeying?”
       He nodded again, a bit quicker this time.
       “Is he going to pull your pants down?”
       “Why do you gotta tell him?”
       “Because,” I answered, “he’s not even going to be here for
       another thirty minutes.  I wouldn’t be so mad if I didn't have
       to just sit here, waiting for you.  I don’t really even mind
       waiting, it’s just that the only reason we’re stuck here is that
       you were naughty.”
       Kyle just looked at me miserably.
       “Does he pull your pants down when he spanks you?” I repeated.
       This time he nodded.
       “Just your pants?”
       He looked at me, his lip quivering, and his eyes getting a
       little shiny, but he shook his head.
       I felt a little bad for him, but he really had been naughty, and
       this was mostly his fault.  Listening to him talk about how his
       dad spanked him, especially as upset as he was getting… Well, I
       was so hard it hurt.  I’d got some kids to talk about getting
       spanked before, but never like this.  I left Kyle alone for a
       minute, and stepped into the hall, so I could adjust myself.  I
       slid my hand down the front of my jeans, and it felt so good.  I
       thought about making him tell me exactly how his dad would do
       it, but then I had an even better idea.  I turned  and went back
       to the storage room.  A couple of minutes later, i went back to
       the front room.  There was a big window in that room, so I
       called him into the next room.  When he walked in, I’d set up a
       folding chair and sat down.
       “Is this like the spanking stick your dad uses?”
       Kyle’s eyes got big, but he nodded.
       “Okay, your dad spanks really hard, and you don’t want him to
       spank you, right?”
       Kyle nodded.
       “But you did ignore the rules, and you did disobey me, so you do
       deserve a spanking, don’t you?”
       He sobbed, but nodded again.
       “That’s not a problem, Kyle,” I assured him.  “Come here,” I
       added, pointing at the ground right in front of me.
       “You’re not going to tell him?”
       “I don’t have to,” I agreed.  “Hold your shirt up.”
       He untucked the shirt, then lifted it up to just above his
       stomach.
       I’d put the spanking stick down, and no I reached for his pants.
       He wasn’t wearing a belt, so I took the button and started to
       undo it.
       “What are you doing?” Kyle asked, obviously shocked.
       “Pulling down your pants,” I said, though it seemed pretty
       obvious.
       “Why!?”
       “Because you get spanked on your bare butt.”
       “But you said I didn’t gotta get spanked.”
       Kyle had stepped back, and I just stopped and leaned back.
       “No, I said I didn’t have to tell your Dad.  But whether we tell
       your dad or not, you were still naughty, and you still deserve a
       spanking.  You said so yourself.  Now, if we tell your dad, you
       gotta wait until he gets here, then you probably gotta wait ‘til
       he gets you home.  Plus, I’ll bet your Dad’s bigger than me.
       I’m trying to do you a favor, but if you want your dad to do
       it….”
       I was going to wait a second, before I said anything else, but I
       didn’t even have to.
       “No.  I’m sorry,” Kyle said, stepping back up to me and lifting
       his shirt again.
       I leaned forward and realized my hands were shaking as I undid
       the button.  That was a little hard, but once the button was
       loose, the zipper went straight down, exposing that he was
       wearing Hanes tighty whities.  I slid the Hanes down to his
       ankles, then sat up.
       He was so freaking cute.  His balls were barely a bump between
       his leg, and his little peter wasn’t even as big as the last
       joint of my pinky.  He was just so cute, that I had to lean back
       and look at him for a minute.
       I couldn’t resist a slight smile as I leaned forward, put my
       hands on his hips, and guided him around to my side.  He didn’t
       resist much as I led him over my lap.
       I put my hand on his butt, and it was already warm, firm, but
       velvety soft, too.  I started rubbing it.
       “Spencer?” he asked after a minute, and I came to myself.
       My dick had gotten softer for a minute, but now it was sore
       again.  This time I couldn’t adjust it, though, so I lifted my
       hand and smacked it down on Kyle’s pretty little butt.
       Again and again I swatted that butt, thinking of all the times
       Dad had spanked me and how bad it stung.  Kyle was shifting
       around as I kept smacking, and he was starting to get vocal. He
       was yelping and ouching at first, but as I kept smacking over
       and over the same spots on that red little rear, he started
       sobbing.  His bottom was turning from pink to real red, and I
       moved down to spank his upper leg, and he squealed, and the
       sobbing started coming faster and louder.
       “Not my legs, Kyle begged, and i moved back to his bottom, but
       only for a few swats, before smacking his legs again, and he
       started to really cry.  A few more spanks, until the soft
       sobbing started getting louder and harder, then I stopped.
       “I told you I was trying to do you a favor, Kyle, didn’t I?”
       “Y-y-yessss,” he managed to reply.
       “But your dad doesn’t use his hand, does he?”
       “No,” he started to answer softly, until he realized what I
       meant.  “No, no, no, Spe-he-hence.  Please!”
       I’d already picked up the substitute spanking stick, and now I
       smacked it down across the upper part of his cheeks.
       He shrieked.
       “How old are you, Kyle?”
       “N-n-nine.”
       “Then you got eight more swats coming.”
       I thought about making him count them, but he was having trouble
       talking when I wasn’t spanking, so I didn’t think it’d be worth
       it.  Instead, I just started a slow and stady pace, smaking from
       the upper slope of his butt, up near his back, all the way down
       to his upper legs.  He cried hard and loud, and howled as the
       paddle kept moving.
       “Okay,” I told him, dropping the stick, “you need to stand in
       the corner a little bit and think about if you’re going to
       behave or not.”
       He tried to answer me, but ended up just nodding as I led him to
       the corner and put his nose there.
       As soon as he was in place, I nearly ran out of the room.
       Thankfully, the bathroom was just across the hall, and I was
       trying to undo my pants even as I was pushing the door open.
       Inside, I barely got my dick out of my boxers before it
       exploded.  I managed to get up to the sink, and most of it went
       in, though a fair amount missed.  I couldn’t believe how much i
       shot, and I felt like I’d been the one spanked, i was so tired
       when it finished.
       I just enjoyed the afterglow for a minute, then very carefully
       cleaned up, not only trying not to miss anything, but being
       careful about touching my dick, since it was so freaking
       sensitive right then.
       Kyle was still in the corner when I got back to the room.  We
       still had at least ten minutes until his dad would be here,
       though it seemed like it had been hours.  I walked up behind
       Kyle and started to rub his butt with my left hand, enjoying the
       heat, while rubbing my dick with my right hand, enjoying the
       lingering sting.
       “Was that as bad as your dad spanks, Kyle?”
       “No.”
       “Was it enough, or do we still need to tell him?”
       “It was enough.”
       “And was it enough you’re not going to be naughty here or
       disobey me.”
       “Yes, sir.  I’m gonna be good.”
       “Okay,” I said, taking my hand from his rear and patting his
       shoulder.  “Let’s go get you cleaned up then.”
       Kyle reached for his pants, but I stopped him.
       “Nope, they have to stay down until we’re all finished.  We need
       to get you cleaned up first.”
       I led the nearly naked boy across the hall to the bathroom.  He
       was probably really embarrassed and worried about someone seeing
       him, but the porchlight was hitting the door, so probably no one
       could see in, since we had most of the lights out.
       In the bathroom, i watched him pee, then I helped him wash his
       face and dry off.
       “You want me to rub your butt a bit more, before you get
       dressed?”
       He looked uncertain for a moment, but I knelt down and spread my
       arms, like for a hug.  He came to me, and wrapped his arms
       around my neck. I hugged him with one hand, and rubbed his rear
       with my other. I got hard again, but at least it didn’t hurt
       this time. He relaxed with his cheek against mine and leaned his
       chest so mine supported it.  We stood that way for a few
       minutes, but I wanted to be ready when his dad arrived, so we
       finally broke apart, then I helped him dress.
       “Your butt still sore,” i asked as we got his clothes in place.
       “A little.”
       “Wish we’d told your Dad instead?”
       “No way!” he assured me with no hesitation.
       I held my hand up, and he high fived me, right as we saw his dad
       pulling into the parking lot.
       Both of us grabbed our jackets and went around to the side door.
       When his dad pulled up, Kyle left.  I guess I should have been
       worried about him saying something to his dad, but it never
       occurred to me.
       I went and activated the alarm, then slid out the door, only to
       find them waiting for me.
       Kyle rolled down his window, and his dad leaned towards me.
       “You want a ride?” he asked.
       “That’d be great!” I assured him.  Since Kye was in the front
       seat, I climbed in back, but Kyle switched to the back, and sat
       right next to me.
       As we pulled out, I told him where i lived, then he said to me,
       “Kyle says you’re a real help to him there.  He’s not giving you
       any trouble is he?”
       Kyle was looking at me nervously.
       “Oh, he’s a nice kid.  I’m glad to do him a favor when I can,
       and he’s hardly any trouble at all.”
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       Re: 4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: Zyngaru Date: December 3, 2017, 5:51 pm
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       Excellent.  Heck no Kyle isn't going to tell his dad he got
       spanked for being naughty.  That is like asking dad to give him
       another spanking.
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       Re: 4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: David M. Katz Date: December 3, 2017, 10:03 pm
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       Looking forward to learning more about Spencer.
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       Re: 4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: kalico Date: December 4, 2017, 11:28 am
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       That was a great chapter and I can't wait for more ....
       Thanks for sharing
       Hugs kal
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       Re: 4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: Leti Date: December 9, 2017, 10:01 am
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       I Guess that Spencer is not regretting having to help in the
       pageant.
       Great story
       Hugs
       Leti
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       Re: 4 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 4 by Jack
       By: Adric Date: July 5, 2019, 3:27 pm
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       For awhile there, until Kyle said "N-n-nine", I had Kyle mixed
       up with Troy.  The events made better sense after straightening
       that out.  It seems Spence is a pretty daring spanko.
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