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	It Happened One Christmas Chapter Ten
	By: Jack Date: December 9, 2019, 5:00 pm
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	The snow thickened and seemed to blow right towards me, picking
	up the light and suddenly becoming bright. It was like making a
	jump to lightspeed in Star Wars. Everything went to white
	streaks for a moment, then I realized I was looking into my
	bedroom. Not my bedroom like it is, but like it was.
	I looked at the Dinosaur curtains, the race car bed, and the
	posters of Spider-man and Iron Man and Batman on the walls, and
	realized this was long, long ago - maybe six or even eight years
	ago.
	Then the door opened and the lights came on full. Dad was
	coming in and he had me by the hand, half dragging me. I was
	wearing hooded green onesie sleepers decorated with strings of
	Christmas lights. Dad stopped and picked me up, and I knew
	exactly when this was.
	�Bailey Connor, I know you didn�t do it on purpose, but your
	mom loved that vase.�
	�I said I was sowwy,� the younger me replied.
	I couldn�t see his face, but I knew tears were running down it,
	from memory as much as from his voice.
	�I know you are, Bailey, and if this was an accident, that would
	be the end of it.�
	�It was an accident, Daddy.�
	�No, it wasn�t. I know you didn�t mean to do it, but you�d been
	told to stop throwing your toy in the house. You didn't mean to
	break the vase, but you deliberately threw the disc after you�d
	been told not to, and that�s why it�s not an accident - because
	you threw it on purpose. Understand?�
	I - I mean younger me - nodded and gave a hard sniff.
	�I�m sowwy.�
	�I know, but you know you�re supposed to mind, aren�t you?�
	I - he - nodded again.
	�I�m sorry to do this Bailey, but your mom and I have decided
	it�s time you had a big boy spanking.
	�No!� he protested.
	Dad ignored the protest, sat down on the side of the bed, and
	pulled me over to him. I was shocked to see how still little
	Bailey stood, shivering a bit but not trying to get away as Dad
	moved the hood back to expose his head, then slid the zipper
	from chin to waist. Dad gently eased the garment across those
	small shoulders, and it fell nearly to his tiny knees, leaving
	most of his body bare.
	I know the temperature my Mom keeps the house, but I still think
	it was cold as much as fear that made the boy give a big shiver.
	Little Bailey was looking at the ground as his body was exposed,
	and Dad�s hands moved to his waist. He had no way of seeing
	Dad�s face. I couldn�t believe that Dad looked more upset than
	I remember feeling.
	Dad picked him - me - up and laid him gently across his lap.
	�Bailey, you were very specifically told to quit throwing your
	new disc in the house. You didn�t, and your mom�s vase is
	broken because of it. There are reasons your mother and I make
	rules and tell you to do things. We have a lot more experience
	than you do, and you need to accept that there are times we
	might know or see something you don�t; do you understand?�
	The little boy made a squeak that might have been �yes�. I
	guess Dad took it that way, because his hand, which I hadn�t
	noticed resting at the small of that tiny, bare back, came up,
	then snapped back down.
	It wasn�t much of a slap - mostly just a motion of the wrist.
	You wouldn�t have known it by my reaction, though. I - he -
	little Bailey screamed as the hand smacked lightly against his
	bottom, and he cried out again and again as the hand repeated
	it�s journey.
	The thing is, my memory told me Dad had been swinging as hard as
	he could, and that this spanking went on forever. In reality,
	it was only eight swats, and they really weren�t that hard. It
	didn�t stop me from tearing up, and it didn�t stop little Bailey
	from screaming like a banshee.
	What upset me most wasn�t the broken crying from little Bailey.
	No, the worst part was watching as Dad gently rubbed the little
	boy�s bottom with his right hand, but reached up with his left
	hand to wipe at his own eyes.
	After a long, quiet moment, broken only by Bailey�s tears, Dad
	carefully helped the boy stand up.
	�You going to live?� Dad asked.
	�Ye-ye-yes,� the boy managed to answer around a sob and a
	hiccup.
	�Let�s get your peejays back up then.�
	Bailey stood quietly as Dad moved him around, untangling the
	pajamas then carefully pulling them back into place.
	�I�m sorry, Daddy.�
	�I know you are, buddy. And I hope you�ve learned something, so
	we never have to do this again.�
	�I have, Daddy. I promise.�
	Smiling at the small child, Dad pulled the zipper up, leaving
	the hood down.
	�Now, do you think you owe your mom an apology?�
	Little Bailey and I both nodded.
	Dad nodded back.
	�Then maybe, after you apologize, we�ll have time to watch
	Rudolph before bedtime. And maybe Mom can see if we have any
	caramel corn left.�
	Dad and Bailey walked towards the door, and the light seemed to
	fade around them.
	�So, whatcha think, Bailey? Are all adults really that mean
	when they spank?�
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Ten
	By: db105 Date: December 10, 2019, 4:05 pm
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	Hm, so what's Charlie's point? That even if he made a mistake
	this time, Bailey's dad does not spank out of meanness?
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Ten
	By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2019, 8:04 pm
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	I feel a bit better about Dad here but I still take issue with
	not believing his son.
	At this point, even if Dad decided to take Bailey's side,
	Bailey's still getting whipped for running off. I would say that
	whipping would be deserved.
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