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       2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: Jack Date: December 1, 2018, 5:41 pm
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       [center]A Club Red Christmas
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       “Hi, Craig, how was the club meeting?”
       “Hey, Dad,” I answered, jumping just a bit, since I hadn’t
       noticed him as I’d rolled my bike into the garage.  “It was
       good.”
       “Y’all do anything special?”
       “Not really.  Talked about a Christmas party.”
       “That sounds fun.”
       “Yeah.  We talked about a gift exchange.  Can I maybe do some
       extra chores?”
       Dad had been working on one of his table top models as we
       talked, but now he turned to look at me.
       “It seems to me, Craig Alexander, that you still owe me a couple
       of chores from the last time you needed some extra money, don’t
       you?”
       Dad didn't sound especially mad, but he didn’t sound happy
       either.  I just shrugged.
       “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.  You have any big plans for
       tomorrow?”
       “No, sir,” I answered.  “I thought we were going to go get the
       Christmas tree.”
       “We are, but that’s just the start.”
       Dad took a minute to run me through our plans for the first part
       of the day.  I didn’t have any problems with it really, except
       not getting to sleep in.  At least we were going to be meeting
       up with Dad’s brother and his family, so I’d get to hang out
       with my cousin Aidan.
       “And we want to be home before dark, so David and I decided
       we’ll leave by 3pm, which should give you kids plenty of time to
       play and explore, but we’ll still be home a couple of hours
       before dark.  See?”
       I nodded.
       “So here’s what I’m going to do.  It’s almost dark tonight, so I
       don’t want to start anything… You have any homework?”
       “A little.”
       “How long will it take?”
       “Not long.  I just have to finish a math worksheet and finish
       reading some history and do like ten questions.  Maybe thirty or
       forty minutes?”
       “Okay, tonight you can help me dig out the Christmas
       decorations.  When we get home tomorrow, we’ll see how much of
       the outside lights we can get up, then we’ll decorate the tree
       after dinner tomorrow.  Then, Sunday, we’ll finish putting up
       the lights.”
       “All weekend?”
       Dad just gave me the stare.
       “Do you want to have Christmas this year, Mister?”
       Oops!
       “Yes, sir.  Sorry, I just mean….”
       “And it won’t be ‘all weekend.’  You’ll get to hang out with
       Aidan for a lot of tomorrow, you want have to do anything but
       play on your phone on the drive, and it should only take two or
       three hours to get the lights up, so you should be free almost
       all day Sunday, as long as you don’t play around too much.  Now,
       do you want to complain some more, or do you want to hear my
       offer for you to get some extra money.”
       “No complaining,” I answered.
       Dad waited a minute, nodded, then went on.
       “You’re old enough to help with the Christmas decorations.  I’m
       not going to pay you for that.  However, you know what your Mom
       is like with decorations, and we never use everything.  Instead
       of giving you money to buy decorations for your clubhouse, I can
       at least let you borrow some of what we have. Depending on what
       it is, you can probably just keep it without her ever noticing.”
       “Cool.  Thanks.”
       “De nada.  As for money for snacks… I’m sure if you…. When’s the
       party?”
       “Oh, we get out of school early on the last day… Tuesday.  The
       eighteenth, I think.  Anyway, we get out early, so we figured we
       could have it that day.”
       “Okay, well, just go shopping with your mom the Saturday before,
       and I’m sure she’ll be happy to get you some snacks to take.”
       “Great,” I answered.  It wasn’t the same as having extra money,
       but if I was careful with my allowance….
       “Now, I’m going to give you a couple of choices,” Dad said,
       interrupting my train of thought.  “Like I said, you still owe
       me a couple of chores from last time you needed to borrow some
       extra money -- cleaning up the garage and the tool shed, if I
       remember correctly.  Right?”
       I nodded.
       “I already paid you for that, so here’s your choice.  I will
       give you twenty bucks to clean the interior of my car -- a good
       job.  However, I also expect you to do those other chores.
       Since that’s been more than a month now, you can either be
       grounded until you finish those, plus keeping up with your
       regular chores and your homework….”
       “Grounded!” I protested. “But, Dad….”
       “Hang on, champ.  I said you have a choice.  You can be grounded
       until those are done, OR, I’ll give you a little more time to do
       them.…”
       I relaxed a bit, not having to be confined made things a lot
       better.
       “...But if you don’t have everything done by bedtime next
       Saturday, I’m going to whip your butt, and then you will be
       grounded until everything’s caught up.”
       I tensed up, and I could feel my buttcheeks clench.  When Dad
       said ‘whupped’, that’s what he meant.  It wasn’t like it used to
       be, when I got spanked, like my little brothers still do.  My
       brothers are ten and eleven, and they still cry when Dad spanks
       them.  Heck, I’d been twelve the last time he spanked me, and
       I’d still cried.  Still, even though it was really embarrassing
       to have to stand there while he took your pants and shorts down,
       then put you over his knees, he hardly ever used anything but
       his hand, unless you were in real trouble.
       Since I’d started middle school last year, it was different. I
       had to bare my own butt, then lie over the side of my bed so he
       could whup me with the belt.  It hurt so bad.  I mean, I never
       liked Dad spanking me -- not like when he spanks Gavin or Riley,
       or when one of the guys at the club spanks me -- but the belt is
       so much worse.
       Still, tomorrow was the first day of December, and Dad said I
       had until next Saturday -- a whole eight days.  That was a lot
       better than being grounded, and I had plenty of time to get
       everything done.
       “No grounding, but I’ll take care of it.”
       Dad reached out to shake my hand that we had a deal, but, with
       his left hand, he wagged his finger towards me.
       “It’s your butt, Craig, but you’re old enough to be responsible,
       so I’m not going to nag you about getting it down.”
       I thought he already was, but I knew better than to actually say
       it.  Instead, I said something I thought he’d agree with.
       “Let me go take off my school clothes, and we can start
       unpacking some Christmas stuff.”
       Dad laughed.  “How about you go do your homework, and we’ll do
       that after dinner.”
       Smiling, I agreed.
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       Re: 2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: guest50 Date: December 1, 2018, 8:07 pm
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       Uh oh ... i see where this is going!
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       Re: 2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: Leti Date: December 2, 2018, 11:38 pm
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       Craig should finish the chores he ow sooner than later, or he
       will be in big trouble!
       Great story Jack, thanks for sharing!
       Hugs
       Leti
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       Re: 2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: kalico Date: December 3, 2018, 2:34 am
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       Uh oh..... trouble ahead I fear
       Loving this advent story
       Thanks for sharing jack
       Hugs kal
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       Re: 2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: David M. Katz Date: December 3, 2018, 8:34 pm
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       Thanks.
       Enjoying this already.
       [emoji951]
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       Re: 2 December 2018 - A Club Red Christmas Part 2
       By: Adric Date: July 11, 2019, 10:22 am
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       I used to fantasize about a club like Craig's.  A secret club,
       of course.  Good story beginning.  I think Craig should be
       taking notes on what he has agreed to do, and when he thinks he
       will do it.  :D
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