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12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Jack Date: December 12, 2017, 5:01 pm
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When I arrived home, I was so worked up, I couldn’t help but try
to jerk off again. It was really frustrating, because I
couldn’t bust a nut. I finally got up, got some dirty shorts
and dug the KY from it’s hiding place. That makes a mess, but
it goes a lot quicker, and I was barely able to stay awake long
enough to clean up.
The next morning was a shock. Dad was shaking me awake.
“What?” I half asked, half complained. I glanced at the
clock,and it wasn’t even 8am. I normally sleep later than that
on Saturday.
Dad had already thrown the covers back before I’d woke.
“Get out of bed,” he told me. I had no idea what was going on,
but it was obvious he wasn’t happy.
“Now,” he added.
When I didn’t move fast enough for me, he grabbed my ear. I
came out of bed quick.
“Leave your boxers here,” he instructed me.
“Dad…” I protested.
“Do I need to do it for you?” he asked.
I was barely awake, and very confused, and I started to protest.
“At least tell me what’s wrong?” I argued.
He reached for my boxers, and I tried to step back, but was
already against the bed. I fell over, and he used the chance to
yank my shorts down. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me back
to my feet.
He tried to lead me out of my room, but I resisted, so he
grabbed my ear instead, twisting just a bit as he pulled, and I
went with him.
“But Mom!”
“Your mom’s already gone, and Marty’s asleep for now, so it’s in
your best interest to quit arguing and move quietly.
I did. At least Dad stopped to let me take a leak, though he
didn’t let me shut the door.
Before I was even finished drying my hands, he had my ear again
and lead me downstairs.
I was trying to think of what I could have done. It was too
late in the year to mow the lawn. I hadn’t had a snack or
anything when I arrived home. He hadn’t been nagging me about
any chores, so even if I’d forgotten something, he wouldn’t be
this ticked.
We got downstairs and turned the corner into the living room,
and Daniel was standing there, while his dad sat in a chair next
to him. My first instinct was to cover my penis. Then I
realized who it was, and I suddenly felt sick.
“You still going to tell me you don’t know what this is about,
Spencer.”
My mind was going a thousand miles a minute, trying to figure
out what to say. Then I realized Daniel was glancing at his dad
and nodding. I guessed he meant he’d told his dad.
“Cause I spanked Daniel?”
“Exactly. Give the boy a prize. What exactly made you think
that was a good idea, son?”
“Because, he took an exacto-knife, and he not only didn’t…”
“I didn’t ask you what he did, Spencer. I asked why you spanked
him.”
“But that is why I spanked him!” I protested.
“Have you ever spanked Marty?”
“No, sir,” I rushed to assure him.
“If you’ve never spanked your little brother, what made you
think it’d be okay to spank someone who’s not even related to
you?”
“Because I was in charge, there,” I offered, somewhat lamely.
“Bullshit, Spencer. Not only were you not in charge, but you
know better. Spanking is between a parent or teacher and their
child or student - if they think the situation required it. No
one told you that you could do that No one said it was your
decision what he could or couldn’t do. It’s not your place, and
you’re lucky Mr. Costello decided to come to us about this,
instead of calling the church or the police.
“Richard,” Dad said, apparently addressing Mr. Costello,
Daniel’s dad, “Would you have Daniel show him, please?”
Mr. Costello nodded to my dad, while Daniel looked up at him.
Then Mr. Costello nodded to Daniel. Daniel blushed a bit, then
undid his pants, turned away from us, and shoved his pants and
briefs down. Across the top of his buttocks was a line that
formed a bruise across parts of both cheeks.
“According to state law, that’s considered abuse. That’s a lot
of the reason I’m so upset with you. However, as I said, you’re
not his parent, and you shouldn’t have spanked him at all.
Even with Daniel’s butt bared, I still felt ridiculous and
humiliated, though Dad at least hadn't made me move my hands.
“On the other hand,” Dad went on, “I am your father, and that’s
not very lucky for you right now.”
I’d been watching Daniel and his dad through my eyelashes, while
staring at the ground. Now my gaze shifted to Dad. I hadn’t
even noticed that one of the kitchen chairs was sitting in the
living room floor, but now Dad had sat in it, and he had the
bath brush in his right hand.
“Over my lap.”
Suddenly I wasn’t worried about Daniel or his dad seeing my
dick.
“No, Dad, please. I’m sorry. Please, not in front of…”
“Yes, Spencer,” Dad interrupted me. “You mind me, and you do it
now, or I’ll drag you out in the backyard, and we can pick a
switch, and I’ll wear you out, out there, in front of God and
everyone.
“Now,” he said, after a short but significant pause, “are you
going to mind me, or…”
Knowing that waiting would just make things worse, I moved to
his side, and laid myself across his lap, though I had to
uncover my dick to do it.
I’d been wrong.
Dad used that brush to give us swats occasionally, almost like
it was a school paddle. Sometimes if we fought him or back
talked or had been really bad, he’d use it to give a few swats
at the end, like he’d done with Marty the other day. What he’d
never done was to give me a whole spanking with it.
I don’t know what I’d thought when I saw him holding it, maybe
just that he was going to set it down to use at the end or even
just threaten me with it.
When I went over Dad’s lap, he lowered his left leg and raised
his right, which kind of jacked me over his lap and cut down on
any leverage I had. Then he took my right hand, wrapped it
around his right arm, then grabbed my waist firmly with his
right hand. I was locked in place tight.
Then that brush smacked my butt.
I screamed.
It was as much that I was startled as anything. Another swat
landed just a second later, but I was able to hold the noise in
this time. Dad didn’t care whether I was quiet or not, though.
That brush moved back and forth, from cheek to cheek. It moved
from the top slope of my butt down towards my legs. Then he’d
suddenly concentrate on one cheek for a moment, then the other.
I was dancing all over Dad’s lap, trying to kick and squirm, but
Dad was holding me tight, and I just couldn’t move much. I must
have been putting on a show for Daniel and his dad, but I didn’t
care.
And then Dad smacked my leg. This wasn’t just a smack and wait
He hit my left leg, then my right, as quick as I could tell it.
He went back and forth, moving down towards my knees, and he got
halfway there before he quit.
I was shrieking and screaming and begging him to stop, and I
didn’t care how heard.
That first line down my legs was on the outside. He did it
again, moving up, smacking the insides, and I swear, that hurt
even worse.
I just couldn’t take it. It hurt so bad, and I was so
embarrassed, and all I could do was lie limply over his lap,
bawling.
Dad landed a few more swats on my butt, then stopped. I could
feel him shift for a moment, like he wa looking. Then I felt
his hand rub my butt. It wasn’t gentle, and I cried out.
“All right, Spencer. Get up, apologize to the Costellos, then
get to your room.”
I hobbled over to where Daniel stood with his dad and stuck my
hand out. I tried to choke out an apology. I don’t know if
they understood me, but they must have guessed my meaning,
because they both shook, and Mr. Costello assured me it was
okay, but that he wanted to be sure I didn’t get into serious
trouble.
I was so embarrassed, and still crying so hard, that I couldn’t
even look up at them, and no one complained.
After they both shook my hand, and I think they’d told me they
accepted, I made my way up to my room, where at least I could be
alone with no one looking at me.
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Zyngaru Date: December 12, 2017, 6:32 pm
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That one got my Scot/Irish blood boiling. I'll leave it at that
and see how Spence reacts.
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Leti Date: December 12, 2017, 10:22 pm
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:o
Thanks for sharing Jack!
Hugs
Leti
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: David M. Katz Date: December 12, 2017, 11:47 pm
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Oops. Busted.
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Padraig Date: December 13, 2017, 12:31 am
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It had to backfire sooner or later...
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: David M. Katz Date: December 13, 2017, 12:34 am
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It had to backfire sooner or later...
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Perhaps that should say "back side fire." ;D :D
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: db105 Date: December 13, 2017, 3:13 am
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Looks like I got my wish and it caught up with him... Only
problem is, he is not likely to do it again, is he?
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Jack Date: December 13, 2017, 4:37 am
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[quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=243.msg2167#msg2167
date=1513125176]
That one got my Scot/Irish blood boiling. I'll leave it at that
and see how Spence reacts.
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I'm not going to say anything about Chapter 3, but I do want to
point out a couple of things.
Daniel is a 6th grader, while Spencer is in 9th - a three year
difference. Depending on the DA, if this had been reported to
the police, Spencer could have been charged with a felony -
child abuse (leaving a mark that lasts more than a day is the
general definition in Texas, though after Drew Pearson, it's
apparently not strict) or possibly even sexual abuse, since he
bared the younger boy (though that would be a push). It's quite
possible that Spencer's dad wasn't reacting out of anger so much
as he was fear at what could have happened.
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: Zyngaru Date: December 13, 2017, 10:29 am
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[quote author=Jack link=topic=243.msg2182#msg2182
date=1513161438]
[quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=243.msg2167#msg2167
date=1513125176]
That one got my Scot/Irish blood boiling. I'll leave it at that
and see how Spence reacts.
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I'm not going to say anything about Chapter 3, but I do want to
point out a couple of things.
Daniel is a 6th grader, while Spencer is in 9th - a three year
difference. Depending on the DA, if this had been reported to
the police, Spencer could have been charged with a felony -
child abuse (leaving a mark that lasts more than a day is the
general definition in Texas, though after Drew Pearson, it's
apparently not strict) or possibly even sexual abuse, since he
bared the younger boy (though that would be a push). It's quite
possible that Spencer's dad wasn't reacting out of anger so much
as he was fear at what could have happened.
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Thanks Jack.
I figured that is the idea of why Spence got that spanking.
From the adults perspective.
That of course is Not the perspective of Spence. At least not
the Spence, I became as I read the story. I know how I reacted
in a similar situation when I was a boy. Now I wait to see how
Spence reacts.
I love the story. Any story that gets my emotions moving, is a
good story. I am not criticizing, I am actually complimenting
the writer. You have me feeling emotions for a character that
doesn't exist. I am plotting and calculating my revenge. To
get me to do that for someone who is imaginary is a sign of a
great writer and a good story.
Thanks.
Looking forward to more. But yes, don't say more about how the
story is going to go, I so want the surprise.
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Re: 12 December 2017 - A Chritmas Pageant part 11 by Jack
By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 4:10 pm
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Great chapter
I'm with zyngaru about you being such a great writer that we
actually feel how the characters might react ......
Guess spence got that paddling he was angling for and I kinda
was wondering if there was at some point going to be a back lash
with one of his spankies....
Hugs kal
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