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10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: Jack Date: December 10, 2017, 4:55 pm
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I have to admit, Thursday was a hard day to pay attention to
what was going on in school. I was still thinking about Marty
getting spanked yesterday, and trying to figure out if it was
okay that it was hot, or if I should feel guilty. I mean, it’s
not like I got him in trouble or anything.
Then there was Kyle. Why in the world was he acting like we
were best buds all the sudden, much less getting his dad to ask
me to babysit? And was I going to do it again tomorrow night?
Mostly though, I couldn’t quit thinking about Last Jedi. I
think this was the first time Mom had let me go to a move on a
school night. It was so cool that Nancy wasn’t into Star Wars,
so me and Nick could go together, though I did not understand
how he could even date someone who wasn’t into it. Girls really
do warp your brain, I guess.
I knew what I wanted - I wanted to get paddled. There weren’t a
lot of teachers I liked though, and I didn’t want to end up
getting detention or ISS again. I didn’t mind those too much,
on their own, but I didn’t want Dad throwing a hissy and
grounding me until next year or anything, so I just lived with
it. I was pretty damned antsy all day, though.
Going to work on the Pageant was actually a good thing. I
didn’t have any homework, so I would have just had to sit around
and wait for Nick to pick me up. Instead, I was able to jump
into some work.
Troy came back for a while, and I got him doing some of the
minor repair work. I did the same thing, after I got the kids
started.
I worked on the smaller stuff that was just needed touch-ups,
then I went around the room to make sure everything was going
well. Time did seem to be passing a little slowly, but then, on
one circuit, I saw a knife laying there, right by where Daniel
had been working. I stopped and looked around for him, but I
couldn’t find him - not until he came out of the bathroom.
I gestured to him.
“Are you finished with that?”
He nodded.
“Pick it up and come with me.”
I waited while he got it, then I stopped to ask Troy to keep an
eye on things. Then I led Daniel into the back room, We went
through the area where all the stuff was stored, then into a
hallway in the back. Off the hallway were a couple of closed
rooms, but I’d found that one of the doors was opened. I led
Daniel into that.
Shutting the door behind us, I leaned up against the desk that
was in there. He stood nervously, the knife clasped in his
hand.
“Is that yours?”
“No, sir,” he replied.
I opened my mouth, then closed it to clear my throat and tried
again.
“Do you remember me telling everyone what to do when you needed
to cut something?”
“But you were busy!”
“What were you told to do, Daniel?”
“Ask you to check one out to me.”
“You know, I wouldn’t be so upset with you, if you just hadn’t
done that, but you just left it laying on the floor while you
went to take a leak. Even if all our guys are smart enough to
not play with it, what if one of the younger kids had come by
for some reason? Or what if someone had tripped with that just
laying there?”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“I’m sure you are, but that doesn’t change that you broke the
rules on something dangerous, does it?”
“No,” he said, in barely more than a whisper.
There had been some scrap wood in here when I first looked, and
I’d taken some of it for us to use, but there was a piece I’d
left behind. It was behind the desk, so I moved around to pick
it up.
“What does this look like to you?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his mouth opened and
closed a couple of times before he could answer.
“A paddle?”
“Like the use at your school?”
He nodded.
It did look like a paddle. It was a bit thinner than the ones
they used at the high school, but it was about seventeen inches
long, two and a half wide, and not quite three inches thick.
I’m not sure what it was made from, but it wasn’t light, and it
had a good sting to it.
“Do they use it when you break rules?”
He nodded again.
“Do you want me to tell Simon or your dad that you were doing
something dangerous like this?”
He shook his head vigorously.
“Don’t you think you need something to make sure you don’t do
something like this again.”
He looked at me for a second, then shrugged.
“How do you think we’re going to make sure you remember.”
I couldn’t read the look he gave me. Did he think I was playing
with him, or being an ****? Did he think I was honestly asking?
I’m not sure I knew what I was doing, except maybe hoping.
He nodded at the paddle.
“You think a few swats will make sure you don’t do this again?”
His face was getting very red, and his eyes were a bit shiny,
but he nodded.
“Drop your pants,” I told him.
I moved around to the side of the desk, then turned back to him.
I was expecting an argument, but he was already undoing his
pants by the time I turned back. I watched as he shoved them
down, exposing that he actually was wearing colored briefs (lime
green with dark blue trim today). He stopped mid thigh, then
looked up at me and shoved them down nearly to his knees. My
mouth was drier than a sponge in the desert, but before I could
think of what to say, his thumbs went into the waistband of his
briefs, and they followed his briefs down.
He looked away as the briefs slid down, and I watched avidly. I
was pretty sure he’d only turned twelve a month or two before,
but he was pretty well hung for that. His balls were decent
sized, though they didn’t dangle a lot. His **** was pretty
thick for twelve - bigger around than my thumb - and he must
have been nearly four inches long. I thought he was hairless at
first, but then i realized he had just a few around the very
base, though they were all really short.
When he stood up and glanced at me again, I pointed the paddle
at the edge of the desk. You could tell he had experience. He
walked over, his knees spread a bit, trying to keep his pants
from sliding down. He bent over at the waist, leaving his legs
pretty straight, grabbing the sides of the desk, and putting his
elbows down. He looked ahead, making his back arch and lifting
his butt high.
I ran my hand over the board, to make sure there were no
splinters, then I patted it on his butt and pulled it back.
“You know what you did was dangerous, and someone could have
been really hurt?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied softly, his voice, thick and shaking a
bit.
I swung the paddle in, cracking it against his butt. The sound
was loud in the nearly empty room. Daniel took it quietly
though.
I waited a moment and watched a red slash appear across the top
of his white butt. Then I lined up and did it again.
“Ah!” he cried out this time.
“You knew what the rules were, didn’t you?”
“Yes, si - ah!” he cried again, as the paddle interrupted his
answer.
“And you’re going to follow the rules from now on, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” he cried, his butt clenched tight, obviously
expecting another smack. I waited until his cheeks started to
relax, and then I gave it to him. He managed not to cry out
this time, but he still gasped.
I waited just a second before swinging again, but my grip wasn’t
firm, and I felt the board shift.
AH! How!” he called out this time.
There was a very dark red line across the upper part of his
butt. I barely got a look at it, though, since he jumped to his
feet and turned to face me.
“Sorry,” I rushed to assure him. “The board turned.”
He was rubbing, and I noticed he was also at least half hard.
“That one hurt!”
“Sorry,” I repeated. “Should we stop now?”
“How many was that?”
“I think it was five,” I told him. “I was going to give you
eight, but…”
“No, that’s okay, just don’t hit there again.”
I was a bit shocked, but he turned and bent back over the desk.
I lined up and gave the last three swats fairly quickly. One on
his lower cheeks, one on the sit spots, and one on the legs. He
cried out with each of them, and by the last one, I think he was
sobbing a bit.
I dropped the paddle back on the floor, then rubbed his back for
a minute. He stayed down, so I started rubbing his butt as
well. He didn’t complain, so I kept going.
I’m not sure how long, or how far, I would have gone, but Troy
called for me.
“I better check on this. Go ahead and fix your clothes when
you’re ready. The water fountain outside the door works. I’ll
put the knife away.”
It was several minutes before Daniel came out, which I spent
cleaning up a mess. We managed to salvage the prop the kid had
been working on, but it kind of killed my mood. Besides, I
wasn’t sure that jerking off before going to see Star Wars was a
good idea. Nick was going to take me home to change, but we
were in a bit of a hurry, so I didn’t want to have to take too
much time cleaning up.
By the time Daniel did come out, he’d obviously washed up in the
water fountain a bit. He did have a slight limp, but he seemed
to be fine. He finished up his project, then asked me to help
him put it away to dry. I couldn’t help glancing at the front
of his pants, but he was soft now, if I hadn’t just imagined it
earlier.
“I’m sorry,” he told me, once we got it into the storage room.
“I just… I know I was wrong to just leave it there. I promise
I’ll be more careful.”
I smiled at him, and assured him that we were okay, and that I
believed him.
By that point, rides were starting to arrive. Daniel and Tate
both stayed to help me make sure everything was put away. Then
Troy ran over to tell Simon I was leaving. Nick was already
waiting on me. Daniel waved good-bye as he climbed (carefully)
into his dad’s car, and Nick and I gave Tate a ride home.
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: Zyngaru Date: December 10, 2017, 5:53 pm
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Another boy gets paddled. Yes Spence is having a spanking good
time with this project. He might volunteer for this community
service again. ;D ;D ;D
Spence might even find he will have a long list of babysitting
jobs waiting for him after this project as well. ;D ;D ;D
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: Leti Date: December 10, 2017, 10:10 pm
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Great part!
Hugs
Leti
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: db105 Date: December 11, 2017, 2:21 am
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Ah, the rewards of community service! ;D
Thanks for another chapter!
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: David M. Katz Date: December 12, 2017, 4:06 am
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Excellent part!
Maybe Spence can find someone to paddle him soon. ;)
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 3:50 pm
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Great chapter and I hope spence gets his wish
Hugs kal
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Re: 10 December 2017 - Christmas Pageant part 9 by Jack
By: Adric Date: July 7, 2019, 10:07 am
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=238.msg2099#msg2099
date=1512946536]
Then there was Kyle. Why in the world was he acting like we
were best buds all the sudden, much less getting his dad to ask
me to babysit?[/quote]
I think it's because he's adopted Spence as an alternate father
figure after Spence spanked him. Either that or he liked it and
is angling for another treatment. :)
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