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The ABCs Of A Friday Family Night
Some adults cope with the hard challenges and overwhelming stresses of life by drinking numbing amounts of alcohol or swallowing down prescription pills, but not our Dad, no. Our Dad coped by keeping his surroundings, his home and those that lived in that home, my two brothers and I, in a certain order, rigid and strict.
Take our names for instance, very important. Like I said, Dad was an A,B,C, one, two, three kind of guy and our names reflected Dad's rigidity. His name was Alfred Bates Crosby, my oldest brother was Aaron Boyd Crosby, my name was Alan Blake Crosby and our youngest brother was Austin Bret Crosby, the pattern pretty obvious. We called ourselves the "ABC boys of Palm Street," the street we all lived on.
The big downside of Dad's rigidity was that his wife, our mother, tired of him and his odd habits early on and proceeded to have a series of extra-marital affairs and divorced Dad by the time his oldest son was seven. I was five at the time and our youngest brother, three. Yes, three boys in five years, nearly the old "barefoot and pregnant" male mentality of the times and now we were all his to raise us up alone and raise us up he did!
Dad was the school district superintendant at the time, the big local educational boss if you will. That should tell you something about our lives right there. Yes, we're talking about a time when a boy's buttocks were used for what Dad calls "their actual intended purpose" besides the obvious biological and ergonomical usages. Yes, spankings, lots of them and always bare.
Unless a boys' rump was bare it wasn't a true spanking, no. He insisted that the principals at his schools bared the male student rump before the paddle was applied. Just the paddle, nothing else was permitted in his schools you see. He got no argument, after all he had personally hired each principal and they had a list of rules and protocols for spanking kids of Dad's making just to keep things, well, in order!
Well, fast forward ten years and nothing much had changed around our house. We had daily routines but none as unbending as Friday family night. That night featured two mandatory events.
First, it was time for Dad's three sons to account for any behavior deficits, attitude problems or "motivational" needs as Dad put it. In short, if any us were found wanting for that week, it was time for our bottoms to suffer Dad's correction. The second purpose of family night was simply for the Crosby clan to spend time together, watching a movie, playing table or card games and the like sans the distractions of the outside world.
I glanced up at the clock in Dad's study, it was seven sharp as my brothers and I stood in front of Dad's dark cherry wood office desk, oldest to youngest from Dad's left to right each boy standing in front of his personal spanking implement at the front of Dad's desk top: a hairbrush for thirteen year old Austin, one of Dad's retired principal paddles for fifteen year old me, Alan, and a rather thick deep brown colored leather strap for seventeen year old Aaron.
Bear in mind, Dad was no sadist. He loved us and we loved him. Good behavior, conduct and attention to good attitudes meant a warm smile, a pat on the head or rump. It also meant a Friday night without having to spend the rest of it squirming uncomfortably while seated on a hard wooden chair with an itchy and still throbbing red backside for the rest of the evening's activities.
Punishment and the use of corporal punishment in particular was how he parented, no more, no less and Dad spanked us all with his hand, sometimes by itself without an implement, but more often in some kind of combination with one.
At any rate, it was another Friday night again in the middle of an especially budget shorted school year. Dad was having to do financial handstands and cartwheels to keep his employees and their programs properly funded. He was on edge fairly constantly, but us still being just boys even including who was supposed to be the most aware and mature of the lot, Aaron, knew all this ahead of time and all three of us still screwed up pretty badly this past week.
Aaron had been caught by local law enforcement speeding in the family car, the citation of which now sat in front of Dad's critical eye on his desk-top. The tallish rectangular citation paper was yellow colored, but might as well be bright red for all the crimson splattered attention Aaron's butt was going to gather for its presence.
I was not in a lot of better shape. I was not a stupid or dull boy by any means and you'd think that the son, any son of a school superintendant would keep his grades up to at least the minimal standards set by his Dad. In fact, I had promised to raise my C's to B's and at least one B to an A. I was perfectly capable, just a tad lazy, well more than a tad recently as my mid-term grades attested.
Yes, I soon would be suffering the searing heat of my paddle roasting my derriere and probably a lot more as well. I broke my promise to my Dad and had to pay; but it was hard to not empathize heavily with big brother Aaron, his body language practically yelling out the dread of what he knew lay ahead.
Aaron's left hand brushed by mine and glancing a bit back, I saw Aaron's rather large hands (large like Dad's!) slowly kneading self-empathy into his older teen buttocks through the thin fabric of his cotton Y-front undershorts and PJ bottoms as he awaited judgment and sentencing. Yes, all three of us were wearing the required uniform of every Friday night, vertically stripped light blue pajamas with or without tops.
I had a button-down pajama top on that night, so did Austin, but not Aaron. Aaron played a lot of tennis and lifted weights. He was pretty proud of his recent chest muscle development and I secretly thought he looked awesome that way, but would never tell him that.
Dad was wearing his usual black and red silken after-work robe under which he wore a white T-shirt and light colored boxers with a pair of favorite lambskin sherling moccasin slippers on his feet. We three boys were standing barefoot on Dad's handsome light colored hardwood study room floor gathering in the only coolness onto our young skins that we would be feeling for quite a while ahead.
Then there was thirteen year old Austin, freshly plucked that day from his school principal's office for having been caught inking graffiti in one of the boys' bathrooms along with fellow miscreant and best friend, Henry. For all of his innocent looks, Austin had this aggravating penchant for some really serious pranks, the kind that drove Dad nuts. The trouble tonight was that this was the second property disfiguring prank in a month for him, not good.
Yet for all the trouble and pain that young Austin gathered for himself at times, he seemed to remain the least disturbed of us all. He almost looked oblivious in fact even as Aaron's rapidly building discomfort was spilling over to me as evidenced by my clenching fists, twitching butt cheeks and a stomach jammed full of mocking butterflies.
Dad picked up Aaron's speeding citation and then kind of threw it back down to the desk-top indicating his severe irritation,
"Really Aaron? Was there some need for this?" Dad said sitting back in his chair and staring rather icily up at his oldest.
Aaron had never been one to put off confessions and didn't delay now. His face fell and then quickly lifted,
"No sir. I was careless and reckless for no reason," and then Aaron glanced over at me. Our eyes met for just a second or two and I sensed in them a bit of "don't make the same mistakes as me Alan, my ass is in bigger than usual trouble!"
Dad sighed, "This speeding fine will be coming out of your part-time pay check over time. Is there any reason that you should not be both strapped and spanked tonight son?"
Aaron's chest deflated with a sigh of resignation and he quickly whispered, "No sir."
"Excuse me?" Dad challenged the lack of proper volume in his oldest son's response.
Aaron's chin lifted up,
"No Daddy. I deserve a hard whipping and spanking," Aaron said with a boyish enthusiasm that quite frankly gave me goose-bumps because Aaron seldom called our father "Daddy" at his age.
Dad sighed and slid the traffic citation to the side. It was now my turn and Dad slid my mid-term grade report in front of his examination. That little white piece of rectangular paper for all of its small size felt like it now contained a legal-pad sized amount of damning information.
He picked it up and I couldn't look at it or at him. I looked down instead shuffling my feet and felt like a loser for not putting out the effort that I could have for my grades. The fact was, I was disappointed in myself if not a lot ashamed for the pride and trust my old man put in my ability to really shine at school. My hands emulated Aaron's now, feeling the last moments of painless existence for my rear.
"Alan, let me ask you son. Am I missing anything here about this half-term? Is there a problem, have you been felt ill and not told me or maybe you're not sleeping well or something?"
Dad never did not take into account that even within his rigid ways that there could be variances in life.]
"Um … no Daddy, I've been fine. I just got … lazy," and felt a lump in my throat. I hated disappointing Dad. Good grades were so important to him, he didn't ask a lot of me otherwise really.
"Lazy … Alan, is there any reason that you should not get a good hard bare bottomed paddling as well as a spanking like your big brother?"
I bit my bottom lip and delayed my answer only because it had been quite a while that Dad would both paddle my rear and then give me a dreaded hand spanking over the well tenderized flesh. The pain would be terrible, but there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at and met my Dad eye to eye,
"No Daddy, I … I should be paddled and spanked too," I heard myself say and then turned my head just in time to see an empathetic curl of my big brother's mouth along with a nod of solidarity.
Then Dad sat back again and sighed harder. Speeding citations and the broken promises of better grades aside, defacing school property seemed the most enigmatic and mysterious crime of all, much less its perpetrator, the super's youngest son!
"Did Principal Stevens already paddle your bottom Austin?" Dad said rather sternly, his face reddening. Austin, for all of his young bravado finally looked properly concerned,
"Yea Dad, five swats on the bare," Austin said, eyes cast down to his feet and his hands' gentle motions over his rear signaling quite a bit of remembrance there.
"Five! Five? It should have been ten. I swear Austin, you're wearing me out son. Why? Why the graffiti at school. Why can't you and Henry go paint some old fence out of the way, why at school?"
I looked over at Austin and his sheepish appearance meant only one thing. He was a fool for dares and Henry, his purported best friend, knew how to push Austin's buttons,
"Henry dared me," was all Austin could say and barely got that out half-looking, half not at Dad.
"He dared you, really Austin?" but spared us all the usual "if Henry jumped off a bridge, would you follow" routine.
"This is twice in one month son. The last time I paddled your bottom without a spanking. Can you guess what's going to happen tonight son?"
Austin delayed a bit, his face twitching and his whole body shifting around before he answered,
"A paddling and a spanking?" he replied as if there just might be other less onerous choices available.
"You better believe it young man. I am going to blister your bottom hard tonight and then spank you. You are lucky I don't use Alan's paddle!"
Austin's already thin reserve finally broke down and he looked like he could burst out crying at any moment, but would not until just before his hiding.
Dad blew out his cheeks, "OK you three. Five minutes and you all three had better be ready!"
One by one, starting with Aaron, we walked forward, grasped our spanking implements and then filed out of Dad's study, marched quickly down the hall, Aaron first, went around the corner and then briskly trotted up the stairs. Our house was very small but did have a bathroom and one largish bedroom that we boys shared.
The implements were put on the top of each of our respective but identically sized and shaped beds which were arranged to keep the foot of Aaron's bed free from obstruction at the far end of the room and in the middle between the other two bedsides across from each other. We did not talk, chat or converse. We silently filed back out and into the upstairs bathroom to empty our bladders.
As was usual, Aaron went first. Austin and I stood to the side and watched as Aaron practiced a new ritual, dropping down both his white Y-fronts with his pajama bottoms to his ankles before he allowed himself to urinate into the toilet bowl. He was bare naked all over now and would not be putting any clothes back on until after his punishment.
When I asked Aaron why he was doing that in the bathroom on Friday nights about a month before, he just shrugged and said,
"We have to be naked anyway for our spankings, why not then?"
I privately thought that it was simply Aaron's way to impress Dad or act like he still had a little control over that part of his life or something. The strange thing for me was that I admired my big brother and was thinking about doing it too as I watched, in fact I did. Aaron finished and stepped to the side.
I stepped forward to the toilet and dropped off my Y-fronts and pajama bottoms and started to fumble with the buttons on my pajama tops.
"What're you doing Alan? You're gonna make us late!" Austin grumbled behind me.
"Shut up Austin and leave him be. We're not going to be late," Aaron's voice said, giving me a thrill. I guess I did more than admire my big brother and allowed myself a small smile for Aaron's approval though my hands were shaking a bit too much to make a fast enough job of it that night.
Aaron jumped in quickly, "Here butt-head, let me," and I quickly turned. I didn't mind being called "butt-head" by my big brother. I knew he meant it affectionately.
Aaron stood a good several inches taller than me and had to lean over a little as I let my arms and hands be limp at my sides. His hands, though much bigger than mine, were steady and helped me to whip off my pajama top and get to the job at hand.
If finished up and then we waited for Austin to pee. He had no intension of being totally naked before he had to.
We three then scurried back to the bedroom with just enough time for Aaron to stand in front of the foot of his bed, Austin and I by our bedsides all facing to the center of the room. We kept silent and then the bedroom door opened a few moments later. Dad nodded silently and Aaron turned, reached over the foot of his bed, grasped his punishment strap and handed it to Dad who had already strode to Aaron's bed. Aaron turned and then bent his naked body over the foot of his bed in a V-shape, feet firmly planted on the carpeted floor, torso propped up on two pillows that he wrapped his arms around, his head to the side.
Austin and I were to be turned facing Aaron and Dad to watch as he looked down at his son,
"Aaron, I am very disappointed with your driving citation. If this ever happens again, you'll be without driving for a good month or two and your whipping will be much worse than tonight's!"
"Yes Dad," Aaron said quietly, his face already showing the dreaded pain to come.
I gulped. I was a good six months away from graduating from paddle to strap and was already dreading it. Yes, all the implements hurt, but I knew it took a lot to pull tears from my tough big brother's eyes and Dad had never failed to gain them from Aaron with that dreaded strap.
Dad raised the strap and started in, swinging the wide familiar leather at an easy downward angle to the target. I counted each strap lick and heard each forced grunt from Aaron's throat.
Just a few small tears trickled down his face after just ten of the fifteen strikes, but Aaron still would not verbally yield and with larger tears until his spanking. Aaron's torso remained still, but his tortured bottom clenched and twitched above his thighs and knees that bobbed and trembled quite involuntarily.
My eyes flitted between my big brother's worried face and his welted bottom, the strap bringing up wide examples of why it is best to avoid Dad's whippings in the first place. I glanced over at Austin who very reluctantly watched and looked like he was about to cry himself. I didn't blame him.
Finally, the fifteenth stroke landed and Dad stopped. Quite automatically, Aaron brought himself to standing and then stepped back just a bit from the foot of the bed, his face not quite as red as his butt and wiped away some wetness, but it was not over yet for Aaron, there would much more shortly.
It really was the only time that I resented my Dad a little. I expected to be put to tears, Austin as well, but I so wanted to think of my big brother as strong and above that kind of thing and wished Dad would not have to be so harsh with him.
Dad then walked around Aaron, set the strap to the side and sat down at Aaron's beside. Dad would not spare Aaron the humiliation of a properly positioned over-the-knee spanking in front of Austin and me. Dad silently patted his near knee and Aaron lowered his tallish body forward and over, toes on the floor and touching at the ankles, palms flat on the floor in front, head up and eyes forward.
Dad waited and Aaron then signaled his readiness by pushing his red, welted bottom up high. I sighed. I would have to do the same thing if I wanted to show Dad that I was becoming more of a man than a boy, Austin was not yet old enough to do it on his own.
Dad's hand raised, his practiced palm firmed and then swooped down in a blur. Dad's spankings were hard, fast and no-nonsense. Dad did not stop to lecture or pause, he would spank until he thought it was enough. How much was enough depended on our age and that week's offense. Aaron's unwise traffic citation had put him in for a long, hard one, that was certain.
It was hard to watch this time, Austin outright refused and I felt my face wrinkle up in a big wince as Aaron started to cry and howl, overwhelmed by the searing pain. And yet, my brave big brother kept his poor bottom right up there, his hands on the floor and didn't move an inch from his position as Dad's hand tanned his hide harder than we had seen in quite a while.
Just about the time I usually fantasized about yelling to Dad to stop and give me the rest of my big brother's spanking, Dad did stop. Aaron waited until Dad told him to get up and then after a moment of standing and vigorous (but gentle) bottom rubbing, Aaron sighed turned and hugged Dad,
"Thanks Dad, sorry I screwed up so bad this week."
Dad hugged back, "Life has tough choices Aaron, some of them with painful consequences. Take better care of yourself son!"
I gulped. Dad turned, hands on hips and looked at me. I stood there naked, wishing I could put on a full suit of metal armor, but I quickly turned and picked up my old and well worn paddle.
Dad came over to me, but not before glaring at Austin who was by now fidgeting and not paying very good attention. Dad's glare put Austin quickly back in his place or risk a spanking on Saturday night as well. Aaron moved to the foot of his bed still winded from his ordeal, his hands rubbing his punished rear much more enthusiastically now.
Just a few weeks before, Dad gave me the choice of taking my paddling from the foot of my bed like Aaron or across his knees like before. Naturally, I wanted to take it like Aaron and after giving Dad my paddle, got into position from the foot of my bed.
"Alan, I can say this with all honesty, I will not tell you when or how to study son, but I do expect promises for your grades to be kept."
My chest ached with regret once again, "Sorry Daddy, I'll do better … I promise," I added knowing that if I chose to screw up, I wouldn't be sitting very much on Friday family nights.
I hugged my pillows tightly and then feeling the paddle's hard surface press into my bottom and draw away, I closed my eyes. That first hard paddle swat stung like the devil and those that followed in Dad's typical fast succession made me regret my laziness like nothing else could.
Dad pounded me ten licks, each harder than I had ever felt before and despite a resolve not to, I was loudly yelping with the last three. My butt was on fire when he stopped and I was wishing I could crawl under the bed and avoid the spanking, but I couldn't. When I got up, I glanced over at Aaron and he gave me a proud thumbs up to try and help. It did.
Dad sat at my beside and patted his knee. I moved to Dad's side, my back to my big brother. He would be watching me closely. I lay forward across Dad's knees and copied Aaron's form. I raised my head and looked forward. Dad waited. I gulped and pushed bare bottom up higher, I even got up on my tip-toes. Maybe I was trying too hard to be like Aaron, I don't know.
Dad started to spank and spank hard. The tears started to run quickly, my paddled rear giving me hell. I broke down quickly and started to sob and felt my hands losing contact with the floor. They flew back to cover my painful backside.
Dad stopped, "Alan!"
I felt my tender ego deflate. I tried to be like Aaron, but I guess I just wasn't ready. I put my hands back on the floor and Dad started back in. I got a hard sound spanking after that and just took it, bawling and crying my eyes out.
I stood up afterwards and hugged Dad closely to myself, "Thank you Daddy. I'll do better."
Dad hugged me back, "I love you Alan, you're a great kid you know."
As Dad moved over to Austin's bed, I sort of felt more pained by a poor performance in front of Aaron than even the spanking itself. Aaron slid over to my side as I looked at my feet, slid his arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear,
"You did great Alan, I'm proud of you."
Aaron's sincere tones and words were music to my ears and I looked at up at him and nodded my thanks, my hands starting to really go to town to rub out the throbbing ache in my backside as Dad was now dealing with Austin.
Poor Austin, he was already bawling, "Please Daddy, don't spank me! I'll never ink up anything ever again!" and trying to hold onto the seat of his PJs. Dad would have none of it and had to take Austin's PJs down himself and angle his youngest over his knee.
"No, Daddy, no!" Austin pleaded trying unsuccessfully to keep his palms on the floor. Dad would have to hold Austin down as usual.
Ironically, for all of Austin's poor behavior and inability to cooperate during his punishment, Dad never spanked him as much as you would think. The hairbrush had Austin kicking and yelling in short order, his tender white bottom turning a deep red quite quickly.
Dad did not bother lecturing Austin, it would be a waste of breath. Instead, Dad just sighed, tossed the hairbrush rather casually to the side then spanked Austin with his hand, but not for very long. Austin was well punished despite the shortness of his time over Dad's knee.
The first and hardest part of Friday family night was over. Dad left the room and that was Austin's signal to do a bit of whining,
"My butt hurts! Rub some lotion in Aaron!"
Aaron would glare at his little brother a little until he said, "Please!"
I would go get the lotion for both of us and not be left out. Austin went first, Aaron wincing a little as he sat his still naked and sore rear on Austin's bedside, lotion in hand. Austin would slide across Aaron's naked lap and push his butt up which would cause me to roll my eyes at his false and delayed bravado.
"OK, that's enough!" Austin would say after just a few lotion-rubs and slide off Aaron's lap which always made Aaron and I wonder why he bothered.
Austin quickly but gingerly put his Y-fronts and PJ bottoms back on. Aaron and I had stopped reminding him that he was better off just staying naked from the waist down for later, but he always ignored us.
"Come on hurry up, I'm hungry and thirsty!" Austin said rather impatiently.
Aaron and I had learned to ignore that too or tell him to go to the bathroom and get a glass of water knowing that he was jonesing for a tall cold glass of Dad's special Friday night lemonade. He never went for the glass of water.
I was not about to hurry, both because Austin's impatience was irritating and I wanted the lotion.
"Your turn buddy!" Aaron warmly smiled at me.
I carefully lay myself over my big brother's lap as if he was going to spank me. I would never tell Aaron this, but if Dad had decided that Aaron needed to learn how to properly spank future sons, he should practice on me first. I carefully put myself in the same position nonetheless and pushed my bottom up high.
Aaron's lotioned hand then worked its magic, but unlike Dad, Aaron would talk as he rubbed that cooling stuff firmly into my sore cheeks,
"Dad and I are going to visit my college campus next weekend Alan, you should come with us. I think you'll like it there when it's your turn."
To tell the truth, as good as that lotion felt, Aaron's invitation felt even better. I did want to go to the same college that Aaron was going.
"Come on you guys, hurry it up already!" Austin complained.
"Pipe down squirt, you had your chance and need to just cool your jets," Aaron said with a dad-like quality and authority that gave me goose-bumps. Aaron was going to be an awesome Dad some day.
I relaxed and kept my bared bottom up high for more and Aaron did not disappoint and it felt so good!
Finally, I did get up, my rear feeling much better. Like Aaron, I would not be wearing anything from the waist down. As it was, the prickly heat from my spanked rear would be bothering me the rest of the night, why would I want to cover it?
"OK, let's go!" I said enthusiastically. Aaron would want lotion too but he always asked Dad to lotion his punished bottom downstairs while Austin and I started to chow down on Dad's lemonade, corn-dogs, chips and other Friday family night "guy snacks."
"No, not yet!" Aaron said surprising me and frustrating Austin, "What now?"
"I need lotion and tonight, Alan is going to put it on."
My jaw dropped, "I am?"
"Unless you don't want to," Aaron winked at me.
"What? Dad always does that. Why you letting him do it? I'm hungry!" Austin challenged.
"Austin, just sit and shut it. We have all night long to eat and drink all you want, " Aaron advised while my heart pounded away with a kind of brotherly pride I had never felt before. Aaron was trusting me with a very important thing!
"Sit," Aaron told me and I sat quickly, still a bit stunned in disbelief, my bare bottom now feeling a lot better.
Aaron then carefully slipped across my knees in spanking position being careful not to put too much of his larger body weight on me. I gulped. I wasn't sure I could do this, but took up the lotion bottle and coated my hand just like Dad and Aaron did with us.
It turned out to be easy! Better yet, it was also so very satisfying knowing that I was helping to put out the painful flames of my big brother's punished rear.
"Umm, good, a bit more Alan, please?" he asked with a wink in his voice, I knew just to push Austin's buttons. I was all too willing to cooperate and putting more lotion in my palm, smoothed it firmly over my big brother's upturned and high bottom cheeks.
"Finally! Geeze!" Austin said as we three then went downstairs to the family room famished for sure.
"About time you guys!" Dad grinned.
"Sorry Dad, I let Alan rub lotion in upstairs"
"Oh? Good … chow down kids, games or movies?"
"Games!" Aaron and I yelled, Austin had to be contrary of course, "Movies!"
"Movies later kiddo, you're outvoted for now, "Dad chuckled.
"Oh fine!" Austin said finally smiling.
At the least, we let Austin choose his favorite Parker Brothers board game called, ironically enough, "Sorry," but there would be a bit of Monopoly, Uno, and maybe even a round or three of Crazy Eights. Sitting on pillows, we three boys did our share of squirming in our seats despite the lotion, but that wasn't a problem really.
We watched a Disney flick later on the comfy big couch together as we now usually did, Aaron sitting up next to Dad, Austin laying his head on Dad's lap, his legs straight out and feet up on the far couch arm. I was laying on my tummy with my feet up on the other arm, my head laying on one forearm on Aaron's lap, my other hand firmly grasping Aaron's ankle below.
As usual, Austin feel asleep half-way through the movie and me nearly so. Dad would carry Austin up to his bed and Aaron would stand me up and I would hop up on Aaron's back for my usual Friday night ride upstairs. I already dreaded the day that I would be too big and old for doing such things.
Dad tucked us each into bed, me and Austin more than Aaron by now and then left the room darkened for sleep. Austin was dead to the night, but I was too excited feeling by Aaron's invitation to visit his and now mine future college to go to sleep.
"Hey Alan, maybe you can come stay for a weekend in the dorm with me this fall," Aaron then said across the room, not lowering his voice. Austin could sleep through World War III.
I grinned to myself and said, jokingly at first, "If I did, Dad would put you in charge of my behavior and stuff I bet!"
"Yea, maybe; but you know how Dad is about that," he said rather tentatively. I blamed myself for my comment. Aaron was not allowed to spank me or Austin when he was "in charge" at home when Dad was at work.
"No, I'm serious Aaron and I'll make double sure Dad is OK with it. If I screw up and stuff, you should be the one giving me spankings there."
There was this longish silence in the room and then Aaron sat up in bed and looked at me,
"Keep a secret?"
Now my heart did race, "Sure!"
"Don't tell Dad I said this Alan, but I think you should skip the rest of high school and take college courses early. You're so damn smart Alan, high school is a waste for you … besides, we could room together longer on campus!"
Aaron's praise hit me like punch in the face. I sat up, cross legged and felt my eyes get red,
"Seriously?" but my voice cracked at the end.
"I don't joke about that Alan and Dad will be hard to convince … we'll see, OK?"
I nodded, too emotional to say anything other than a wistful, "Yeaaa" and lay back down on my back, more tired than I knew.
"Night bro, " Aaron said in a way that made me feel like a million dollars.
"Night bro, " I said back grinning ear to ear and then slipped into my dreams, my future days ahead feeling warm and secure.
The End
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