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What is it that makes Thanksgiving different and unique from other family holiday gatherings?  The previous sentence already indicates that what we usually think of – family gathering to feast – is common.  That it is turkey rather than something else does not seem to matter for a boy can love or hate any animal destined for the oven.  Nor the separation of the sexes for the guys to watch sports on TV and the gals whatever gals do.  Well, it does happen on a Thursday with Friday a school holiday (for economic reasons) but most holidays have been shifted to Monday so the family thing happens on Sunday with a school holiday following.  Hallowe'en has spooks and tricks; Christmas – Santa and elves; New Years – Father Time and a bouncing baby boy; Independence Day – parades and fireworks.  So what is unique and special about Thanksgiving?  Well, Thanksgiving has…

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Rewards and Penalties

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Holiday plans change and sometimes for the better.  With less than a week before Thanksgiving, we got word that we were going have guests.  My favorite cousin, Lyle, and his family were coming for T-day.  Yea, all five of them but it will be a quick visit because they will get the train Wednesday morning and then leave on Friday morning because Uncle Monte has to return to work on Saturday and reservations are tough to get in the busiest travel time of the year.  Aunt Phyllis and my three cousins could have stayed longer but they could not get reservations for either Saturday or Sunday.  But one day with Lyle will be a lot better than none.

My cousin Lyle and I were born on the same day.  Until we were twelve we lived just a block apart and were over at each other's house so often that we sometimes said 'dad' rather than 'uncle' or vice versa.  In one way it did not matter because regardless of which house we were in when we got into trouble together we both got spanked by either dad or uncle.  We were as close as fraternal twins and looked like identical twins.  Grandma said we both looked like our dads did when they were kids.

I was tempted to bunk off from school and go downtown to the station and meet their train but playing hooky is definitely a spankable offence and Uncle Monte would roast my butt as soon as we got home since Dad would still be at work.  Lyle will have to hang for a few hours until I get back from school.  I sent him an email so after he uses my guest logon he'll know how to access my games and some other fun stuff that I don't want our little siblings looking at and then asking the 'rents questions. 'Nough said about that.

As soon as I got home from school, Lyle and I got together.  We went out leaving our little sibs behind.  We wanted to be together to catch up face-to-face and that was best done in the Hundred Acre Woods.  Well that's what we called it when we were little but it is a real bit of woods that has escaped the developers' ax for now.  Just the thing for two boys to have fun in.  We got back for dinner and then went to my room, locked the door and continued.  We continued all night since Lyle was sharing my bed.  We got up late, had a simple breakfast because two moms and two sisters were making the feast.  We got drafted to move the furniture about and set stuff up for the turkey feast.

After dinner our uncles-dads – five of them – refused to play a friendly game of football insisting on watching the games on the tube instead.  They had a lot of excuses but the real reason is they were afraid they would lose this year.  We kids tied them last year rather than losing as in years past.  Just one of the joys of growing up.© YLeeCoyote

Lyle and I shocked our 'rents by sacking out early – like by eleven.  "It's been a long day and we're tired." we lied.  You know we wanted play and the like.  They actually did not give us any grief about that.  After we showered et cetera, we set a couple of alarms to get us up at three o'clock.  Yes, a definitely ungodly time but with the stores opening at six on Black Friday, one has got to go early to get the great bargains.  We had been watching the ads and sneaks to know which place to go to for weeks.  Lyle had brought his bread and I had mine ready also.  There was a great game console on the top of my list.  A few years ago I would have asked Santa but now I know better.

The alarms went off and we quickly silenced them all and got dressed.  The house was otherwise totally quiet as we snuck out into the predawn chill and headed for the stores.  It was a mad house but we got low line numbers and it wasn't very cold.  I'm happy to say that we got the last two consoles they had.  We were delighted.  The buzz in the store was fantastic.  We hung around for hours and even hit a couple of the other shops although all the really good deals were gone.  We were having a great time.  We paused for breakfast and met a couple of my buds.  They were positively green with envy at the prize catches we had made.  We hung in the arcade for a while and eventually returned home.

Things were not what we expected.  We had messed up big time!  Lyle and his family had tickets for the 11:34 train and it was now 11:30.  Uncle Monte had to be on that train because he had to work the next day and he was on it along with Aunt Phyllis and my other cousins.  To say that dad was furious would be a gross understatement.  We were assured that Lyle's dad was even madder.

We might have gotten a little sympathy for sneaking out of the house even though we were told not to IF we had come right home before everyone (i.e., all the 'rents) gotten fully steamed up over our disappearance.  Missing a train when they were full and ran only twice a day was a very big fuckup and was totally irresponsible.

Well, after the long lecture we were ordered to my room and to prepare.  Dad did not have to specify prepare for what.  We all knew very well.  Lyle and I went to my room and stripped.  We knew that this was going to hurt and there was not anything to say about it.  I got the strap from the closet and put it on my desk.  Dad makes me keep it there so I won't forget it and remember its purpose for existing in the universe.  Unfortunately, I did not notice it in the morning.  Well, it was dark before dawn.

Well, Dad did not keep us waiting long.  "We're sorry, Dad.  It was pretty stupid of us to forget about the train and time."  I handed him the strap and Lyle and I got into position.  We leaned on my bed and got our butts up high so Dad would have a clear shot.  We held hands just like we had in the past for mutual support.

I got the first blow.  It was hard and stung like the blazes.  I clenched my teeth to keep from yelling.  Then Lyle got his first.  It was just as hard and he was fighting the pain just like I was.  One down and thirteen more to go.  I hoped that I would manage to get through without crying like a baby in front of Lyle.  Of course, he felt the same way.  Over and over Dad raised that heavy strap and brought it crashing down on our upraised butts.  Neither Lyle nor I could maintain silence for the full set of fourteen but neither of us cried.

After an eternity it was over.  Dad put the strap down and left us to contemplate.  We just collapsed on the bed and rubbed our butts.  Lyle said: "Just like old times, eh, buddy." and made an important observation – we had not been grounded nor ordered to return our prizes.  We just lay there side by side, our flaming hot butts overheating my room.

"Yea." I replied, "Just like old times plus a few extra strokes."

Noah, my almost twelve-year-old brother, really surprised me.  It must have been a ten minutes later when he came into my room without knocking.  We both were not up to yelling at him for such a transgression.  "Don't move, I got something for you."  Then there was a cold feeling on both our butts.  My little brother had actually done something we were both very thankful for.  He had anticipated we were going to be strapped hard some two hours before and had damped a couple of towels and put them in the freezer and now they were getting thawed out.  We managed to thank him.  "Just remember bro, you owe me."

Things worked out pretty well.  Uncle Monte had managed to exchange Lyle's ticket for one on the Saturday evening local bus with a non-direct route.  He had to sit on his sore butt for a very long trip but he got home in time for (1) another spanking and (2) school.

Sunday evening, I got a second strapping for going out in the first place.  Lyle and I commiserated with each other via IM's.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. November 22, 2011

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