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9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Jack Date: December 9, 2017, 5:07 pm
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�Hey, Spence!�
��Lo, Troy. How�s it going?�
�Pretty good. Simon said he doesn�t need me today, so I should
see if you need any help.�
I nodded at Tate.
�He�s been helping me a couple of days, and we got most of the
stuff done.�
I paused for a second. It was Wednesday, and I remembered Simon
was supposed to have finished finals today. We really still had
a week, but I had no desire to have to work once school
finished. I was kind of hoping we could finish by next Monday,
so I could enjoy the early release Tuesday and no school at all
on Wednesday.
�I�ll tell you what, instead of me trying to show you what we�ve
been doing, why don�t you check and make sure no one�s having
trouble, and I�ll get started on one of these, If anyone needs
help, you can come get me.�
�Okay,� Troy replied, seeming eager to help.
Troy walked around a few times, while I settled in, touching up
a fake sheep, and adding a bit of cotton to his wool. Then he
came up to watch me.
�What are you doing? I mean, besides the obvious?�
�Well, we started with the bigger projects that would take
longer and need to sit out and dry. Now it�s mostly little
stuff. The hard part was sorting everything out, then we had to
get them to people who could do the work. I think we�re doing
okay now.�
�Cool.�
He stood there for a moment. I didn't mind. I�d got to know him
in athletics last year, when we were both on the soccer team,
and he was one of those people I could just be quiet with.
�How�s school? You ready for vacation?� I asked.
�Ah, it�s okay. I got paddled today, and Dad�s gonna be
pissed.�
I tried to stifle a smile. Troy was� energetic, and he managed
to get himself in trouble on a fairly regular basis. From what
his big brother had told me once, he�d probably get a lecture
and maybe get his ear thumped when he got home.
�Who gave you swats?�
�Mr. Cranston.�
�Ouch!�
�Yeah, I�m still a little sore.�
I have to admit that I envied the little twerp. Mr. Cranson
wasn�t real tall, but he had a solid build, and when he wore a
polo shirt, you could see dark hair curling on his chest. He
looked goofy when he wore a mustache, but most of the time, he
was either clean shaven or had a goatee, and he looked really
good with those.
I knew he swumg a mean paddle, and I�d managed to get licks from
him more than a couple of times last year - and he didn�t do
anything mean like give you detention instead of swats, like Mr.
Ellis did.
We talked about this and that for a few minutes, and then he
helped me switch out the sheep for a donkey that needed some
paint.
I dunno what Kyle was expecting, but he came up while everyone
was putting things away. He asked what kind of snacks I liked,
and if I�d seen Guardians of the Galaxy 2 yet. I see every
comic movie mom�ll let me go to (and can usually sneak the ones
she won�t, like Logan and Deadpool), but I had no trouble seeing
it again.
When I waved bye to Kyle, I realized Tate was waiting for me,
and we walked to his house together.
When I got home, the house was quiet. The tree was lit, but the
living room wasn�t. Mom�s car hadn�t been in the drive, but
Dad�s was. I was just wondering what was going on, when Dad
spoke from behind me, making me jump a foot, at least.
�Hey, Champ.�
When I landed, I turned to face him.
�Hey, Dad.�
�Your Mom called to say she�s running late, and I�ve been�
.busy. Are you starving?�
�I could eat, but I�m not going to pass away in the next ten
minutes or anything.�
�I figure I could run to the store and get something frozen.
You want a TV dinner?�
�You could get a couple of those microwave beef tips and some
mash potatoes. If you want to get a couple of cans of green
beans, we could make a decent dinner.�
�Sounds good, but you�ll have to open the cans.�
I laughed, as he grabbed a jacket.
�Get the French cut,� I reminded him as he was leaving. �Mom
likes those best.�
With him gone and Mom not home, I left the downstairs lights off
and headed upstairs. When I reached the top, I heard something
that made me realize what had been going on.
Marty�s bedroom door wasn�t completely shut, so I looked in.
The first thing I saw was his jeans lying on his desk, with his
boxer briefs next to them. Sure enough, I pushed the door open
a bit, and he was lying on his bed, face down, with his bare
butt sunny side up, and red as a robin.
I went to the bathroom, then came back, sitting on the side of
his bed, and lightly rubbing his blazing butt.
�Leave me alone!� he protested.
I didn�t have to examine him closely to tell he�d got it pretty
bad.
I reached over, picked up the toilet paper, and handed it to
him.
�Blow.�
He did, then threw the paper away. I replaced it with a damp
rag. It was warm, so he washed his face with it. Then i handed
him a glass of cool water.
�Thanks,� he said, only somewhat grudgingly.
�Did Dad use the bath brush on you?�
He nodded, then added �yeah.�
I thought that was totally unfair, and I told him so.
�It was only about four smacks, �cause I argued with him and
backtalked. He said he�d listen to me, and try to be fair, but
he wouldn�t tah� tall�. �
�Tolerate?�
�Yeah, he said he wouldn't tolerate .me being rude.�
I shrugged. First time I got it had been in sixth grade -
around the same age as Marty, i guess - but it�d been because me
and a friend of mine had picked on a substitute teacher. Dad
wouldn�t tolerate that either, but apparently being rude to him
wasn�t quite as bad.
Then again� I looked more closely, and I could see where Dad�s
fingers had turned Marty�s right hip red in a number of places,
so maybe he thought four swats was plenty on top of what Marty�d
already had. I mean, it�d been awhile since Dad spanked me, but
one of his hand spankings had been enough to make me cry last
time I had to get one.
�Spence?�
�Yeah.�
�Thanks, but� would you leave me alone.�
I always felt bad when Marty got it. He could be a pain, but we
mostly got along. I felt bad when he got it� but not so bad I
wasn�t still hard.
I patted him on the back and left him to recover.
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Leti Date: December 9, 2017, 9:08 pm
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:o poor Marty !
Great story!!
Hugs
Leti
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: David M. Katz Date: December 10, 2017, 1:48 am
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Spankings abound! I am sure Spence is 'excited.' ;)
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 3:43 pm
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Aww poor Marty .....
Love how spence takes care of his little bro...
Hugs kal
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Re: 9 December 2017 - A Christmas Pageant part 8 by Jack
By: Adric Date: July 9, 2019, 4:06 pm
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Poor Marty. Good story. :) Nice of Spencer to console Marty,
even though Spence had an ulterior motive.
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