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10 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 8
By: Jack Date: December 9, 2020, 5:01 pm
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Chapter Eight
I’m not even sure what woke me.
I was laying abed in my nightshirt, all snug under my thick,
heavy fuzzy blanket. I blinked a second and decided I didn’t
need to pee. I was hard, but that was hardly unusual. I
glanced at the door to see it was solid dark in the hall. Out
the window, there was the glow of Christmas lights and the faint
light from a distant street lamp. A look at the clock revealed
it was barely past one a.m. I was just about to roll over and
go back to sleep when I heard something downstairs.
I thought for a moment, and realized that Mom and Dad had had
plenty of time to finish putting out the gifts, filling
stockings, and go to bed, so I made myself climb out from under
the covers to see what caused the clatter.
Mom and Dad never kept the house really warm, and they had the
thermostat set to go down between 11pm and 6am when everyone was
in bed. I sure noticed it as I climbed out of my warm bed and
the cool air swirled around my bare legs and under my t-shirt.
As soon as I stepped into my slippers, I headed towards the
stairs.
There was a weird glow coming from the living room. I wasn’t
sure what it might be. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a large fire,
but I was also sure Mom or Dad would have put out the fire in
the fireplace before they went to bed. Of course, it was
obvious they’d left the Christmas lights on. You could tell
that from all the different colored lights and the tinkly
effect. They normally turned them off at night, but I guess
they left them on expecting the monkeys to be out of bed with
the roosters again this year.
I crept out onto the landing, swung around onto the stairs,
holding tight to the newel, and looked over the bannister, and
what to my wondering eyes did appear, but somebody downstairs in
the living room, eating the cookies the monkeys had left out.
At first, I didn't want to believe what I saw, but how many
short guys with white hair and beards dressed in red and white
fur with a lot of black leather do you know?
I crept quietly down the stairs as he finished off the third of
Mom’s triple chip cookies, then gulped down the rest of the
milk. My entire worldview was undergoing a tectonic change, and
I wondered what he did and if Mom and Dad had even loaded the
stockings like they’d claimed or if they were just taking
credit.
Everything seemed a bit blurry, as if the Christmas lights and
soft glow were slightly out of focus. I wanted to get a closer
look at the chimney, but before I could, I realized Santa had
disappeared.
I started to turn, planning to run back upstairs, but I ran
right into his belly, which jiggled like a bowl of particularly
firm jelly. I caught myself from tripping and started to move
back, but before I could, his hand shot out and grabbed me by
the ear.
“Ah, ah, ah, young Mister Merrick. You and I have business to
discuss. Didn’t you know that spying is naughty? You don’t
want to be on the naughty list, do you?”
I probably should have explained I didn’t mind too much, but I
was pretty distracted by his seeming attempts to yank my ear
off, as he led me over to Dad’s chair.
I expected Santa to sit in Dad’s chair, but, instead, he turned
to face me. He reached forward and wrapped his left arm around
me, so I had to lean forward, with my head and shoulders on his
left side. I felt him grab my long t-shirt in his hands and
yank it up, then he locked his left hand around my chest, with
the t-shirt under it.
“Commando, huh? Well, that’ll save a bit of problem,” Santa
commented, making me blush.
“C’mon, Santa - please. I didn’t mean to spy on you.”
I heard Santa doing something with Dad’s end table as I pleaded
for mercy.
“On me’s hardly the only spying you’ve been doing lately, Kai
Vincent, is it? Now, I thought your father kept a spatula over
here. Oh! Never mind, those will do just fine.”
I was confused by what he meant for a moment, then he grabbed my
right leg and lifted it. I tried to resist, but I was shocked
by how strong he was. Then the slipper slid off my foot.
“Genuine leather sole,” Santa commented, as if to himself.
“This will work just fine.”
I’d read enough stories to know what ‘slippering’ was, but I had
no idea what to expect. I felt Santa’s mittened hands rub
across both my cheeks, then down onto my legs far enough to
really make me worry, then the sole of my slipper tapped on my
bottom.
There was a loud ‘pop’ as the shoe crac‍ked down on my
left cheek. I was kind of shocked that something that seemed as
light and flexible as a house shoe would feel that heavy. It
did sting a lot, but the heat seemed to work into my butt, too.
I couldn’t help yelping in protest.
“Oh, don’t worry, Kai - this is magic, so we have plenty of time
and don’t have to worry about noise. We’ll make sure to do this
right.”
Santa proved true to his word, as house shoe smacked back and
forth from cheek to cheek. It was turned longwise, so it
covered the entire length of my butt from waist to legs with
each smack, so he moved it around a bit, and both my cheeks were
quickly afire. When I complained about that, Santa turned the
slipper more sideways and went to work on my legs, which stung
like heck and made me start kicking.
Santa was a strong little elf, and he kept a tight grip, holding
me in place, and even when I kicked both feet off the floor at
once, I barely dropped at all. And all the time, the slipper
kept smacking down, hardly even breaking tempo, when he moved
back to my butt, but keeping the slipper turned sideways this
time, reaching the few places he’d missed before.
It kept going, and it stung so bad, and I could feel the heat
deep down inside, and I was crying, and wailing, and it just
kept building, and I couldn’t take it, and finally, it was like
an explosion, and my whole world seemed to go white, like I’d
died.
I was panting, and I’d pushed myself up onto my elbow in a
panic. I could tell I was naked under the bed covers, and my
butt was tingly, but not exactly sore. It took me a moment to
realize where I was, and that the warm softness I’d been pressed
up against was Josh, with his back spooned up against me.
Josh was waking up too, and he looked confused for a moment.
“Gross,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. “Did you wet the
bed?”
Having a sneaky suspicion what had happened, I slid the covers
back and nodded. Then ran my fingers through the sticky goo
covering his butt and my front. Then I held my fingers up and
showed him the white stuff.
“Yeah, but not like you mean. I bet you wish you’d finished me
now,” I said with a smile. “Merry Christmas, cousin.”
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Re: 10 December 2020 - Little Spanko in Christmasland Chapter 8
By: Adric Date: December 11, 2020, 12:16 pm
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Very nice ending. A logical first-time wet dream for a little
spanko in Christmasland. :)
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