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9 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 7
By: Jack Date: December 8, 2020, 5:13 pm
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Chapter Seven
I’m glad I’m gay.
I mean, I'm not really out of the closet yet. Sean and Tyler
know, but that’s about it.
Still, Dad says the worst thing about being an adult male is
trying to explain adult females’ logic. I wonder if gay guys
have the same problem with other guys?
Yes or no, it doesn’t really do much to explain why I was
sitting at the edge of the mall food court, munching an Aunt
Annie’s pretzel, watching munchkins waiting to see Santa, and
trying to figure out what to do.
“But it’s a family trip, Kai. Please come,” Mom pleaded.
I started to refuse, but then I caught Dad giving me ‘the look’.
I sighed and agreed.
It was Wednesday - two days before Christmas. Mom and Dad were
both off work until next Monday, and Mom had decided that she
wanted tamales for dinner, and she didn’t feel like cooking. Of
course, I’d already been told that I could spend the night at
Charlie’s house, where we had already scheduled a binge of Showa
era kaiju movies. I’d tried to plead my case, but Mom pointed
out that it wasn’t scheduled until after dinner, so I’d have
plenty of time.
Which is how I’d ended up at the mall the day before Christmas
Eve. And, of course, once we were there, Mom had thought of a
few things she’d just had to do. Dad decided to take the
monkeys over for a round of Lunar Golf, since the lines didn’t
look too bad. I guess I could have gone with them, but I wanted
to go look at the game store. Dad was at least willing to give
me money for my pretzel, though he griped that I’d just eaten a
deluxe enchilada platter, some of the monkeys’ extra fajitas,
and four sopapillas, but he still gave me the money.
Unfortunately, the game store was packed. I’d gone to look at
the movie and music store, but they were packed too. I finally
ended up sitting on the second floor above what was usually the
play area, where Santa’s workshop was right now.
Actually, I didn’t mind too much. I was pleasantly full, and
nibbling the sweet pretzel, which went down good with Coke. I
was sitting back, mostly checking out the boys in line - picking
out the cute ones, looking at the adults they were with, and
wondering if they got spanked.
Honestly, things were crowded and loud, and I wondered why in
the world Mom had wanted to even come here, and why so many
people had put off shopping until the last minute. On the other
hand, the line to see Santa wasn’t nearly as crazy as I’d seen
it at other times, so it was easy to pick out particular kids.
I was working my way through the line, counting boys by hair
color. Most of them were brown, but there were a couple of
gingers and one kid with really orange hair. There was another
whose hair was black - he looked like some kind of ethnic, but I
didn’t know enough to guess what. He had this really rich,
medium brown skin tone, though, and I wondered what color his
butt turned when he got spanked.
That was about the time I noticed a commotion at the front. It
only took a second to figure out what was drawing everyone’s
attention. There was a boy with longish blond hair who seemed
to be throwing a fit about something. His mom was a kind of
nice looking lady who seemed to be very embarrassed and trying
to calm him down.
He was actually a pretty cute kid. He was wearing khaki pants
with an untucked white dress shirt, covered by a sweater vest in
a red and green argyle pattern that was very… festive. From
where I was watching, I couldn't be sure, but he seemed to be
about the same size as Cal or maybe slightly smaller - so maybe
he was seven or eight. His hair was that buttery blond hair
like Owen Wilson, and it was long enough to brush his collar.
It was kind of a mess, but artful, like it was supposed to be
that way.
I was distracted a moment when the line moved, and he and his
mom were suddenly next to see Santa. I watched briefly while
Santa dealt with a little girl, but my eyes went back to the
cute boy.
It took me a moment to realize why I wanted to say he was
spoiled, until I realized that his mom was carrying two coats,
besides her purse and a backpack. Then my eyes went wide, when
she went to smooth his hair away from his forehead, and he
actually swatted at her hand. I’m pretty sure my mom would have
yanked me out of line and dragged me straight home for a
whuppin’ right then, but his mom just seemed to ignore it. The
people around her weren’t, though - several of them were glaring
at the boy, and I wondered if he’d been acting that way the
entire time he’d been in line.
About then, an elf escorted the little girl away from Santa, and
another led the boy onto the stage area.
“Ho, ho, ho, little boy. What’s your name?”
“Pascal,” the boy answered, making the end of it sound like
‘owl’.
“Of course it is,” Santa said. “And are you looking forward to
Santa’s visit soon?”
“Of course,” the boy answered.
It seemed a little weird that the boy was still standing in
front of Santa, but that’s what they did, with Santa leaning
forward a bit.
“Well, Pasc-OWL, Santa loves to visit all good little boys and
girls, but you, sir, have been a brat, so we have business
before I can visit you.”
The boy jumped a bit when he was proclaimed a brat, but before
he could do anything else, Santa’s hand shot out like a snake,
seizing the boy by his left arm and pulling him forward.
I’m not sure if the boy was just surprised, or if he was as
shocked by Santa’s speed as I was, but he didn't resist at all
as Santa moved his hands to the boys waist, picked him up, then
sat him down again on the pedestal where Santa’s chair rested.
For just a second, the boy was standing between Santa’s legs
facing him, then Santa turned him, so the boy was facing away
from him. Santa took the boy’s arms and drew them back, so they
straddled Santa’s legs. Santa then spread his legs a bit,
which spread the boys arms. It didn’t look like enough to hurt,
but it held them back and up, which turned out to be out of the
way.
I could see the boy’s face now, and he looked perplexed - I
guess I was too. I suddenly started getting an idea of what was
going on when Santa reached down, grasped the hem of the boy’s
shirt and vest and tugged them up, exposing a firm, slightly
rounded belly.
It only took the boy a few seconds longer to realize what was
happening as Santa’s hands moved from his shirt to his fly. The
boy started to struggle and protest, but Santa’s elbows were
now resting on his knees, and the boy couldn’t get himself free
as Santa undid his pants and slid them down past his knees,
exposing a pair of white briefs with little tigers all over
them. The boy squealed at having his underpants revealed to
everyone in the area, but the squeal reached an even higher
pitch when the briefs quickly joined the pants.
Santa’s grasp moved to hold the boy under his arms, and for just
a second, the boy was suspended in the air like Simba at Pride
Rock, exposing him and his uncircumcised little peter to all and
sundry for just a second, before he was draped, face down, over
Santa’s lap.
One black mitten was on the boy’s lower back, holding him in
place. Santa held his right arm out. An elf rushed over and
removed the mitten on that hand, and Santa nodded his thanks.
For one second, Santa’s huge, bare hand rested on the boy’s
small, round, soft looking bottom, then it came back up.
Santa’s hand looked like it covered both the boy’s cheeks with
each smack, but it looked like he still moved it around a bit.
The boy cried out with the first smack, and his ouches and ows
quickly became yelps and sobs. Santa was taking his time,
pausing several seconds between each smack and rubbing the tiny,
quickly reddening little rear, before the hand came up and
descended again. The boys cries quickly became wails, but Santa
gave several more smacks, then a longer rub before considering
if he’d done a good enough job.
After a long pause, Santa grasped the boy by his hips again,
helped him to his feet, then pulled him into a firm but quick
hug.
“Now,” Santa said, “Why don’t you go stand in the corner, while
I see to my next guest, and then we can decide if you’re off the
naughty list or not.”
Still crying, the boy reached down to grasp his pants as an elf
came to lead him to a corner.
“Nope,” Santa said. “Leave those down. If you’re not back on
the good list, we might need to consider a taste of the candy
cane.”
I wanted to wait and see how things go, but right then, I got a
text from Mom. She’d been shopping for stocking stuffers and
wanted me to help her sneak everything out to the car, while Dad
had the monkeys distracted.
I glanced around, slowly stood, and discreetly reached under my
coat to straighten things up, before I limped away to meet Mom.
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Re: 9 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 7
By: Jack Date: December 8, 2020, 5:15 pm
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Just for the record - this serial was written in December 2019
and January of this year, so this chapter does NOT reflect how
the world has turned. Consider it set in the past if you like.
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Re: 9 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 7
By: David M. Katz Date: December 8, 2020, 8:25 pm
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I have been following all of Kai's entries but did want to
comment here.
I truly love this serial.
I love the license that Jack took here with the mall Santa
spanking the brat. How many times has that needed to happen?
Great story so far. I am loving Kai and his family and his
entourage.
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Re: 9 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 7
By: Adric Date: December 10, 2020, 8:07 pm
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Cute "what if?" fantasy story chapter. Maybe Kai let his
imagination take over as he watched the Santa event.
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