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	It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
	By: Jack Date: December 10, 2019, 4:59 pm
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	I blinked for a second, as I realized we were still standing on
	the bridge. I wiped a bit of snow off my nose and huddled a bit
	deeper into my coat.
	Charlie was still standing by my side, and I turned to face him
	a bit more directly. I had to clear my throat a couple of times
	before I could speak.
	�I never said all adults were being cruel or mean when they
	whupped somebody.�
	�You said it wasn�t fair. Doesn�t that kind of imply mean?�
	I thought about it for a moment before I shook my head.
	�It is mean, but I guess adults don�t have to be mean while
	they�re doing it. It�s just� Why couldn�t he have just told me
	that I shouldn�t throw my disc anymore because it broke the
	vase?�
	�He DID tell you not to throw it, Bailey,� Charlie responded.
	�I felt my face go red, as I blushed deeply at his patient tone,
	but he went on before I could think of a response.
	�... and you broke the vase anyway. Isn�t something else needed
	when talking hasn�t worked?�
	You ever have one of those points where you want to say �no�,
	but you know it�s not the honest answer? I just stood there
	quietly.
	�Besides,� Charlie went on, �it�s not like you�ve thought every
	spanking was unfair. Did you?�
	I shook my head and looked away again, but as I did, the wind
	gusted and a flash of light caught my eye.
	It was my house again - me again, but younger than the first
	time. Was it the Christmas before the last, so I�d been maybe
	six years old, or was I only five now? I recognized the pajamas
	I was wearing - red and black plaid ones that matched what Dad
	was wearing, except, over my heart, mine had a big Santa face
	and cotton for his hair and beard. Because Dad was holding me,
	I was at least able to be sure that I was younger this time than
	I�d been in the last.
	At first, I wasn�t sure what was going on. I was crying, and
	Dad was comforting me, but I didn�t remember a spanking
	happening. For that matter, in the last vision, Dad had
	mentioned my first �big boy� spanking. Then my view shifted,
	and I realized what was happening.
	Walking down the hall towards my bedroom was my uncle Hank, and
	his son, my cousin Harry. Harry and Uncle Hank were wearing
	pajamas that matched what Dad and I were wearing, except Harry�s
	were just like the grown ups.
	That�s where the problem started.
	Harry had been teasing me about wearing �baby pajamas�, instead
	of big kid ones like he was wearing, from his towering advantage
	of nearly thirty months older than me. I didn�t really care,
	but then he started calling me a baby. I�d done as I�d been
	taught, and asked Dad about it. Dad had explained that they
	were for younger kids, but that didn�t make them baby clothes.
	Uncle Hank had said something quietly to Harry.
	Harry and I had gone off to play again, but then Harry started
	calling me a tattletale. I don�t remember what I�d said back to
	him, but it had been enough to make him punch me in the arm.
	From shock as much as pain, I�d cried out. It had been enough
	to grab our Dads� attention. When they showed up, Harry tried
	to call me a liar, but it was easy enough to see a red spot on
	my arm, and it must have been pretty obvious that I hadn�t
	punched myself.
	Now Harry and Uncle Hank were shutting my bedroom door behind
	them, and Harry didn�t seem happy about it.
	When it had happened, I�d been in the living room with Dad. I�d
	heard some of what was going on, but I�d been more focused on
	Dad rubbing my arm for me and talking about how hard it was to
	get along with people sometimes.
	Now, as the bedroom door shut between me and Dad and Harry and
	his dad, I slid into the bedroom with them.
	�What happened Harold?�
	Harry winced to hear his real name.
	�He called me a bad name.�
	�Did you hit him.�
	Harry was silent.
	�Don�t make me repeat myself.�
	Harry mumbled.
	�Speak up, son. Did. You, Hit. Your. Cousin?�
	�Yessir,� Harry mumbled.
	�Did he hit you?�
	�Nosir.�
	�What did he call you?�
	Harry was silent a moment, before he replied.
	�He called me a boogerhead.�
	�And you didn't call him anything?�
	He was quiet again.
	�Should I go ask Bailey?�
	�I didn�t call him nuthin�. I just said he was a tattletale,
	�cause he is.�
	Uncle Hank looked a bit sad as he shook his head.
	�You know, son. I understand that Bailey�s not even six yet. I
	don�t expect you to be best friends or anything right now. The
	thing is, why can�t you try to get along with him for just a few
	hours on one evening? As soon as your mom and aunt get home, we
	can have snacks and watch a little tv and open some gifts. Why
	do you have to make this such a drama?�
	�I don�t wanna play baby games!� Harry replied sullenly, and I
	had to wonder if I imagined the stomp of his foot.
	�Your cousin might be younger than you, but he�s not a baby.
	Besides, you have puzzles and games just like that at home that
	you like playing.�
	Harry was silent. Uncle Hank sighed, then reached forward and
	pulled his son towards him.
	I hadn�t noticed it, but Uncle Hank had sat on the side of my
	bed, almost exactly where Dad had - or would? - when I got my
	first big boy spanking. Harry must have realized what was going
	on, because he suddenly began to fidget and beg as his dad
	started to undress him. Uncle Hank must have been accustomed to
	it, though, because Harry didn�t have a chance, and it was only
	a couple of moments before Harry stood naked, except for a pair
	of red socks.
	Uncle Hank put his hands on Harry�s shoulders and looked him in
	the eyes.
	�Son, you�re going to have to deal with people your entire life.
	You just can�t hit people because you�re not happy with them.
	And making fun of someone or calling them names is a good way to
	make sure no one likes you.�
	�I�m sowwy, Daddy.�
	�I�m glad to hear it. I hope you�ll tell your Uncle and Cousin
	that, but it doesn�t change what you did. C�mon now, let�s get
	this over with.�
	Uncle Hank�s hands went from Harry�s shoulders to his waist, and
	he lifted the eight year old across his lap, to an accompaniment
	of �No� that would have done Luke Skywalker proud.
	Harry has always been built a bit stockier than me. His pale
	little rear faced up at the ceiling, looking firm but very
	round. Uncle Hank let his hand rest upon it for a moment,
	rubbing one cheek, then the other, then both, before it rose up.
	He spanked much like I�d seen Dad spank before - after? - this.
	It was mostly wrist, though Uncle Hank put a bit of elbow into
	it. Hank went faster than Dad, but not a lot faster. He
	spanked cheek to cheek, top then bottom, but he also got down on
	the legs a bit. Harry was quickly screaming as the pain built
	and his white bottom turned red.
	It wasn�t a long spanking, and the smacks weren�t really fast.
	Maybe thirty seconds passed and only about half that many
	smacks, but it was enough to leave Harry weeping in misery.
	Uncle Hank rubbed his son�s bottom for a moment, before sitting
	him up and cuddling him, letting the boy cry against his chest.
	Back in the living room, Dad had finished rubbing my arm. I�d
	listened a bit as it became obvious what was happening, but Dad
	had distracted me by helping with the Santa puzzle I�d been
	trying to get Harry to help me with.
	A few minutes passed quietly. We finished that puzzle. I
	wanted to do another, but Dad steered me towards a magazine that
	had some picture games in it. He found a pencil, and I was
	deeply involved in finding differences when Harry and Hank
	rejoined us.
	I looked up when they left my bedroom, then watched as Harry
	talked quietly to Dad, before he and Uncle Hank walked over to
	me.
	�Bailey?� Uncle Hank asked.
	I looked at him.
	�Harry has something he�d like to say.�
	He looked at his son, who wasn�t looking very comfortable.
	Looking back, I have to wonder if that was from the spanking or
	the apology.
	�I�m sorry I hit you and called you names.�
	I looked at Dad, who nodded and moved his mouth.
	I looked back at my cousin.
	�Thank you. I�m sorry for calling you a name, too.�
	Uncle Hank nudged Harry, who held out his hand. We shook.
	�Now, can you two play peacefully until your moms get home?�
	We looked at each other, then both tentatively nodded.
	The adults left us alone, and I started to go back to my puzzle
	books, when Harry interrupted me.
	�Did I see a Ninja Turtles playset in your room?�
	I wasn�t sure I wanted to admit it, since I wasn�t sure if it
	was a baby toy or not, but I nodded.
	�Can we look at it?�
	With that, I led my cousin back to my room, where we managed to
	stay out of trouble until our moms arrived.
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
	By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2019, 8:09 pm
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	I wonder if Aunt Carrie belongs to Uncle Hank?
	If I follow right, Charlie showed this to Bailey because Bailey
	felt Harry had been unfairly spanked?
	Not sure what Charlie is up to yet but he seems like a spanko
	kid. ;D :P
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
	By: db105 Date: December 11, 2019, 2:20 am
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	[quote author=David M. Katz link=topic=1617.msg16343#msg16343
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	If I follow right, Charlie showed this to Bailey because Bailey
	felt Harry had been unfairly spanked?
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	That's not what it seems to me. It seems to me that he's trying
	to get Bailey to understand the point of view of the adults.
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
	By: No Way Out Date: December 11, 2019, 3:11 am
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	I'm trying to focus on the story, but my inner nerd is
	distracting me, because there is another Star Wars reference in
	this chapter. ;D
	I'm also distracted, because I'm always cold, and when I read
	about Bailey standing out there in the snow having
	hallucinations, it reminds me of Hans Christian Anderson's
	fairy-tale about the girl selling matches. She froze to dead,
	and I wouldn't exactly call that a happy ending... (I'm hoping
	for one of those, remember? Nudge, nudge)
	No seriously, I like the story very much, and I'm curious if the
	discussion between the boys might bring up some further aspects.
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	Re: It Happened One Christmas Chapter Eleven
	By: guest50 Date: December 11, 2019, 3:36 am
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	I also think the visions were meant to be reassuring. In both
	instances the spankings were given for a reason and were given
	in love.
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