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9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Jack Date: December 9, 2017, 5:07 pm
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“Hey, Spence!”
“‘Lo, Troy. How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. Simon said he doesn’t need me today, so I should
see if you need any help.”
I nodded at Tate.
“He’s been helping me a couple of days, and we got most of the
stuff done.”
I paused for a second. It was Wednesday, and I remembered Simon
was supposed to have finished finals today. We really still had
a week, but I had no desire to have to work once school
finished. I was kind of hoping we could finish by next Monday,
so I could enjoy the early release Tuesday and no school at all
on Wednesday.
“I’ll tell you what, instead of me trying to show you what we’ve
been doing, why don’t you check and make sure no one’s having
trouble, and I’ll get started on one of these, If anyone needs
help, you can come get me.”
“Okay,” Troy replied, seeming eager to help.
Troy walked around a few times, while I settled in, touching up
a fake sheep, and adding a bit of cotton to his wool. Then he
came up to watch me.
“What are you doing? I mean, besides the obvious?”
“Well, we started with the bigger projects that would take
longer and need to sit out and dry. Now it’s mostly little
stuff. The hard part was sorting everything out, then we had to
get them to people who could do the work. I think we’re doing
okay now.”
“Cool.”
He stood there for a moment. I didn't mind. I’d got to know him
in athletics last year, when we were both on the soccer team,
and he was one of those people I could just be quiet with.
“How’s school? You ready for vacation?” I asked.
“Ah, it’s okay. I got paddled today, and Dad’s gonna be
pissed.”
I tried to stifle a smile. Troy was… energetic, and he managed
to get himself in trouble on a fairly regular basis. From what
his big brother had told me once, he’d probably get a lecture
and maybe get his ear thumped when he got home.
“Who gave you swats?”
“Mr. Cranston.”
“Ouch!”
“Yeah, I’m still a little sore.”
I have to admit that I envied the little twerp. Mr. Cranson
wasn’t real tall, but he had a solid build, and when he wore a
polo shirt, you could see dark hair curling on his chest. He
looked goofy when he wore a mustache, but most of the time, he
was either clean shaven or had a goatee, and he looked really
good with those.
I knew he swumg a mean paddle, and I’d managed to get licks from
him more than a couple of times last year - and he didn’t do
anything mean like give you detention instead of swats, like Mr.
Ellis did.
We talked about this and that for a few minutes, and then he
helped me switch out the sheep for a donkey that needed some
paint.
I dunno what Kyle was expecting, but he came up while everyone
was putting things away. He asked what kind of snacks I liked,
and if I’d seen Guardians of the Galaxy 2 yet. I see every
comic movie mom’ll let me go to (and can usually sneak the ones
she won’t, like Logan and Deadpool), but I had no trouble seeing
it again.
When I waved bye to Kyle, I realized Tate was waiting for me,
and we walked to his house together.
When I got home, the house was quiet. The tree was lit, but the
living room wasn’t. Mom’s car hadn’t been in the drive, but
Dad’s was. I was just wondering what was going on, when Dad
spoke from behind me, making me jump a foot, at least.
“Hey, Champ.”
When I landed, I turned to face him.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Your Mom called to say she’s running late, and I’ve been…
.busy. Are you starving?”
“I could eat, but I’m not going to pass away in the next ten
minutes or anything.”
“I figure I could run to the store and get something frozen.
You want a TV dinner?”
“You could get a couple of those microwave beef tips and some
mash potatoes. If you want to get a couple of cans of green
beans, we could make a decent dinner.”
“Sounds good, but you’ll have to open the cans.”
I laughed, as he grabbed a jacket.
“Get the French cut,” I reminded him as he was leaving. “Mom
likes those best.”
With him gone and Mom not home, I left the downstairs lights off
and headed upstairs. When I reached the top, I heard something
that made me realize what had been going on.
Marty’s bedroom door wasn’t completely shut, so I looked in.
The first thing I saw was his jeans lying on his desk, with his
boxer briefs next to them. Sure enough, I pushed the door open
a bit, and he was lying on his bed, face down, with his bare
butt sunny side up, and red as a robin.
I went to the bathroom, then came back, sitting on the side of
his bed, and lightly rubbing his blazing butt.
“Leave me alone!” he protested.
I didn’t have to examine him closely to tell he’d got it pretty
bad.
I reached over, picked up the toilet paper, and handed it to
him.
“Blow.”
He did, then threw the paper away. I replaced it with a damp
rag. It was warm, so he washed his face with it. Then i handed
him a glass of cool water.
“Thanks,” he said, only somewhat grudgingly.
“Did Dad use the bath brush on you?”
He nodded, then added “yeah.”
I thought that was totally unfair, and I told him so.
“It was only about four smacks, ‘cause I argued with him and
backtalked. He said he’d listen to me, and try to be fair, but
he wouldn’t tah… tall…. “
“Tolerate?”
“Yeah, he said he wouldn't tolerate .me being rude.”
I shrugged. First time I got it had been in sixth grade -
around the same age as Marty, i guess - but it’d been because me
and a friend of mine had picked on a substitute teacher. Dad
wouldn’t tolerate that either, but apparently being rude to him
wasn’t quite as bad.
Then again… I looked more closely, and I could see where Dad’s
fingers had turned Marty’s right hip red in a number of places,
so maybe he thought four swats was plenty on top of what Marty’d
already had. I mean, it’d been awhile since Dad spanked me, but
one of his hand spankings had been enough to make me cry last
time I had to get one.
“Spence?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks, but… would you leave me alone.”
I always felt bad when Marty got it. He could be a pain, but we
mostly got along. I felt bad when he got it… but not so bad I
wasn’t still hard.
I patted him on the back and left him to recover.
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Leti Date: December 9, 2017, 9:08 pm
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:o poor Marty !
Great story!!
Hugs
Leti
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2017, 1:48 am
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Spankings abound! I am sure Spence is 'excited.' ;)
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 3:43 pm
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Aww poor Marty .....
Love how spence takes care of his little bro...
Hugs kal
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Adric Date: July 9, 2019, 4:06 pm
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Poor Marty. Good story. :) Nice of Spencer to console Marty,
even though Spence had an ulterior motive.
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