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Date: Sat, 12 Nov 1994 11:56:49 GMT
Subject: STORY - A CHRISTMAS CAROL - M/M -CP
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A Christmas Carol

Thirteen year-old Charles had often been called a dreamer by his class mates at school. It was true that on many occasions he had been in trouble with one master or another for day dreaming and not paying attention in class. Several times he'd been punished for not listening. One master had taken his shorts and underpants down in front of the class and spanked his bare bottom for lack of attention.

Now, however he couldn't sleep very well much less dream as he lay in bed on Christmas Eve, waiting for Christmas morning to come and all the exciting events after Santa's visit to the Christmas Tree. He closed his eyes once more and started to count reindeer, a change from sheep he thought...............

Suddenly Charles became aware that he was feeling rather cold and opened his eyes to find that he was dressed in his school uniform, grey corduroy shorts, grey shirt, knee length socks with the maroon and grey stripes at the top, school tie and blazer, similarly coloured, and he could feel the comfort of his white underpants. Around him was standing in a landscape of snow and in the distance a bright light shone from what looked like a house. He trod a route to the only sign of life that he could see. It took Charles about ten minutes to reach what he thought was going to be a source of warmth.

Upon arrival at the building he decided that caution was best and first went to a window and peeped in to see what was going on. He could see a man dressed in red with white trimming around the edges of his cloak, who bore a white beard. It was of course a sight he'd seen before on many a Christmas card and in many of the shops in the town he'd seen cardboard cut outs of the man. He remembered the occasions when younger he'd been taken by his parents to visit Santa Claus. This was a sight to behold for young Charles, who recently had begun to be of the opinion that Santa Claus was a myth and that "be a good boy otherwise Santa would not visit at Christmas" was a plot by his parents, and others, to encourage him to be good, something that Charles found very difficult. He stood there rubbing his bottom as if in acknowledgement of the fact that his bottom knew the results of being naughty. Charles was about to have all his recent doubts challenged.

As he looked into the window in fascination as to what the bearded man was up to he became aware of someone behind him, and a tap on his shoulder. As he looked round he saw another man dressed in old fashioned dress and looking very stern... "What, are you doing here Boy, why are you watching Santa working, where are you from?" said the man. "I, er -I-am, not sure, Sir," Charles responded looking extremely frightened and unsure of what to say or do. The man grabbed hold of Charles by his ear and led the Boy squirming towards the door. He knocked and from inside came the firm and loud shout "Enter". The man turned the handle and led Charles in and across the room where Santa was now sitting down and drinking a mug of hot drinking chocolate. "Well, hello Charles, I've been expecting you" he said with a smile on his face looking the boy up and down and surveying the clothes Charles was wearing. "Bring him closer". The man led the boy to the side of the chair. "I don't know what he's doing here Master but he's been watching you from the window and he doesn't seem to know why he's here." or even where he comes from. "I know and I've been expecting him." Charles was dumb struck by these events. How did Santa know who he was, and why was he expecting him. He had a distinct uneasy feeling.

Charles was now very close to Santa and looking into the man's eyes couldn't decide whether there was a look of kindness or his own eyes were deceiving him. Close to the fireplace stood a veryxrge Christmas Tree with presents wrapped in coloured paper round it. He noticed that on one of the branches there was some parchment tied with string.

"Charles", said Santa "I've had a long letter about you from your father. Yes, that's how I know all about you and I must say that the sorry tale of your behaviour during the last year leaves me a little amazed that a boy could be so naughty." The man looked at the tree and pointed to the piece of parchment. "That parchment is why you're here young man, it contains a list of your misdemeanours over the last year and a list of the appropriate presents from me.

Charles looked at where Santa had pointed and knew right away that his worse fears were about to come true. He spoke. "But, sir, everything that I've done I've been punished for by my father and ..."

"Yes, I know" said Santa "But you see when I get a letter from a parent about their naughty boys I feel obliged to repeat their punishments before I deliver their Christmas presents. Put another way they get advance presents no other boys get."

"Charles if you would kindly go to the tree and bring me the parchment we can begin to get down to the bottom of things. When you have got the parchment just go and stand in that corner there." The man pointed to a corner of the room. "And wait there until I call you over to me. It will give you time to think about your behaviour."

Charles slowly walked over to the tree and removed the item as requested. At the base of the tree viewed the parcels, wondering as he did so what was in them. Train sets, Kites, Model soldiers, games, he thought of all the sorts of things that he usually got for Christmas. Having secured the parchment in his hand he went and stood as told in the corner a position he knew all about he was frequently sent there at school and at home.

Whilst there he heard Santa tell his helper that he wouldn't be needed for a while and sent him off to have his supper. Charles spent about 10 minutes standing with his back to the room wondering what was in the piece of paper he was holding, he was tempted at one point to see if he could read the contents but decided against it.

"Charles, you may turn around and face me," said Santa.

The boy turned round with his head bowed.

"You've been a very naughty boy during the year and now it's time for you to pay a very special price for your failure to learn your lesson." The man spoke firmly and watched the boys reaction. He went on. "Now you may open the list that you're holding."

Charles slowly opened the piece of paper and looked at the list before him which read....

"Well," said Santa "It doesn't make good reading does it Boy" he pointed at the list.

"No, Sir, but what does the colour of the present mean, Sir?" the boy said shuffling his feet nervously.

"As you will see under the Christmas Tree there are lots of presents each one has a different colour wrapping round it; they correspond with the list that you have, and there is more than one of each, because I am expecting other naughty boys later on. But now I have your misbehaviour to deal with."

"But number six on the list says, 'Santa's Choice', Sir, with no colour by it so what does that mean?"

"That, my Boy, means exactly what it says as you will indeed find out in time." Santa said with a large smile on his face. "Now we will begin your present giving. Go to the tree and select your first present and then bring it over to me, but, don't read the label."

"Yes, Sir." said Charles and went over to the tree and selected the 'Gold' present. It was in a box so the lad had no idea what was in it, when he took it to Santa.

"Charles, you may open your first present; put the label on the table next to me." The Boy did as he was told and slowly opened the Gold package.

"Oh dear," said the Boy as he took out a very supple looking slipper. It reminded him of the bedroom slipper his father used on him.

"You may now read the contents of the card out loud."

Charles picked up the card and read; "18 strokes, touching toes, over grey school shorts." The lad sighed as he read the fate that awaited him.

"Right ,Boy," said Santa " Pass me the slipper, Bend over and touch your toes, right over now and make sure that your bottoms well out and ready to receive your present."

Charles did as he was bid, the man moved towards him, lifted the tail of the boys blazer and ran his hands across the lads bottom, smoothing the material to make sure he had a good measure of the area of punishment. "Now, don't move from that position until you are told." He moved away from the target and began Charles's first gift.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The first six were given with speed and produced very loud sounds both from the boys tight shorts and from the lad's lips... "Ohhhhhhhhhh ,Sir,that hurts."

"It's meant too lad, no good beating a boy, unless he feels it." and with that Santa continued the Boy's punishment laying on that slipper with all his might. Not sparing Charles his deserved chastisement during the 18 strokes. "Now lad you may get up and return to your corner to think about your next choice of present."

Charles did as instructed, gingerly rubbing his bottom as he did so, he looked at the Christmas Tree as he passed it and eyed the presents underneath it. Which, and what he though will be next. He stood in his appointed corner for 10 minutes before being directed once more to choose.

The lad picked the Green Present next and as before laid the card on the table and opened the packaging. Inside the box he found a three tailed tawse made of brown leather. He'd never been beaten with such an instrument before and was very apprehensive. As before he read from the card "10 strokes, underpants, over two stools, Sir."

With that announcement Santa moved to a door and disappeared for a few moments returning with two high stools and two pillows he placed the stools in the middle of the room making sure that he had room to move around them and too swing the tawse effectively. "Right, my boy come, over here, hand me the tawse, remove your blazer and shorts, fold them neatly and put them on the chair. Then get up and across the two stools.

Charles prepared himself for the present to come. He got up and was suddenly aware of just how exposed he now was lying across the stools. Santa went up to him and pulled his legs apart slightly to ensure that his bottom cheeks were well spread across the seat of one of the stools. The man once again smoothed his hands across the lads backside and could feel a definite warmth radiating through the thin underpants, he had clearly made some impact with the slippering. He patted the lads bottom and went to one side. " Thwack! " he tawsed the prostrate lad and went to the other side " Thwack! "

"Owwww, Sir," came a plaintiff cry "That hurts, Sir."

"So it will my Boy and there's still 8 strokes to come" with that he continued to deliver the punishment presents to Charles, making sure that he swopped sides after each stroke timing them as best he could to allow each to make it's mark. The lad squirmed and gave distressful noises throughout his beating. When it was over he was once more sent to the corner to think about his next choice. Santa left the stools where they were he had a feeling that they would be required once more.

Charles stood feeling a distinct warm and smarting feeling in his young bottom and wondering with anxious sighs, what could be next. All those parcels and all those nasty implements of punishment in them. Life was so unfair.

At last that familiar instruction to select his next offering. Once more the Boy trundled across the room to the Tree, it seemed that the tree lights had taken a misty glow or was it just that the slight tears in his eyes were making them appear that way. Inside the Yellow present he found a large, long handled, bath brush with a fair sized head. He read from the card once more and doing so, almost cried out a plea of mercy, but stopped himself, he had to be brave. " 12 Strokes, Bare Bottom, 'Wheel Barrow Position', Sir."

"Oh, dear, oh, dear,." responded Santa, "I think you're going to have a very sore bottom after this. Hand me the brush and follow me." Santa sat down on a strange looking seat and arranged the two pillows which he'd retrieved from the stools, on the floor before him. He motioned the now very sad looking Charles to his side and slowly pulled the boys underpants down to his ankles and instructed him to step out of them. The man threw the garment on to the pillows. He then took hold of the Boy's hand and positioned him so that his full back view was before him. "Now Charles kneel on the floor." The boy did so and the next he knew his legs where being pulled up off the floor so that his chest was on the pillows, straddled and his legs around Santa's waist, thus leaving him very vulnerable to the power of the bathbrush. Santa had used this position many times before for naughty boys and with many different instruments successfully. Charles was helpless. Santa rubbed the boy's bottom and examined the marks that were now present after the first two presents, distinctive marks could be seen from the tails of the tawse, a very satisfying result. He rubbed the boys naked buttocks. "Now, 12 strokes, my lad. This time you will count them, is that clear? "

"Yes, Sir," said Charles and waited with baited breath for the first.

" Crash!, " the first stroke to the left cheek. " Ouch!, One, Sir."

" Crash!, " the second to the right cheek. "Owwwwwwwww, Two, Sir."

" Crash!," The third across both the boy's whole bottom. " Ahhhhh, Three, Sir."

Santa took a little pity on the boy and allowed him a little while to recover from the first set, he rubbed the boys bottom as if in sympathy. Then he began again...

" Crash! " the fourth stroke to the right cheek "OWWWWWWWWWWW, four, Sir." a slight sob from Charles confirmed that Santa was at last getting through. followed very quickly by the fifth stroke to the left cheek.

" Crash!" "Arrrrrghhhh, Five S-Sir." Charles arched his back a little and wriggled his bottom.

" Crash! " "S-ixxx, Sir, ohhhhhhhhh"

The next 4 were given in rapid succession, Charles had little time between each stroke to count the number of the individual stokes and at the end of them Santa had to stop for a while to allow the boy to recover.

" Crash! " "Elev-en, Sir." Given across both cheeks.

" Crash! " " Twelve, Sir," a repeat stroke. The boys bottom was well marked and brilliantly red after his punishment. Santa rubbed the boys bottom and eased him out of the position, he took hold of Charles's ear and led him to his corner. "Bend over Charles, and put your hands on your knees, I need time to inspect my work." Charles slowly bent over and remained in that position.

Santa sat on his armchair which he had placed in a suitable position to allow a full and unincumbered view of the boy's backside. He was very pleased with his work thus far. Although Charles had found the punishments difficult he was in fact bearing up well. "Right, Charles you may stand up, turn round and face me." Charles did as he was requested, looking very sorry for himself and thinking that you should have behaved a lot better during the last year. "You may go to the Tree and select your next gift, the Red present I believe."

"Yes, Sir." said the boy as he walked gingerly over to the Tree. He picked up the 'Red' present and returned to his position in front of Santa. He opened the parcel and took out of the box a very harsh looking Strap of the like he's never seen before, he looked questioningly at Santa.

"Ah" said Santa "the American Razor Strop, a punishment strap used frequently in America, that is there because I'm expecting a very naughty American Boy later, is name is Tommy you may know him. No matter, I'm sure he'll find it just as difficult as you're going too."

With that Charles picked up the card that went with the present and read, hoping that some of his clothes, preferably all of them would offer some protection. he sighed as he read " 9 Strokes, Underpants, Over stools, Sir." "You may put your underpants back on Charles."

Charles went over to the chair and slowly eased his underpants over his bottom, taking the opportunity to have a feel at his very hot backside. Whilst he was doing this Santa had returned the stools and the pillows into the same position as before. "Right, my Boy get back into position." Once in position, Santa set about arranging the boy again so that the best attention could be paid to his underpants clad buttocks. He gave the boy a friendly slap. "No need to count this time." He raised the strop over his right shoulder and let it slap down hard across the boy's bottom covering both cheeks. Charles gripped the rungs of the stool firmly and buried his mouth into the pillow. He had learnt that generally speaking making noises of agony didn't work with Santa. This strategy went well, so he thought until the 6th stroke and then a new pain seemed to catch the left cheek of his bottom

"Yowwww" he cried as he felt a searing pain on the left upper cheek he looked round to see that Santa had changed his position and had in fact brought the strop down to cover a point from about an inch below the point where back and bottom are joined. He turned back to his previous position and waited. " Ohhh, ahhhh" as the seventh was repeated in the same fashion this time covering his right cheek. This method went on until all nine strokes had been delivered. Charles then made an error he let his hand wander to his bottom and gave his right cheek a rub.

"You're a very naughty boy rubbing your bottom without permission. Now get off the stools and come over here." Charles sighed, carefully got down and followed. Santa put his left leg up on a small stool and pulled the boy towards him and across his knee. "Now, Charles for daring to rub your bottom in my sight I am going to give your legs a good smacking."

"Please, Sir, I'm sorry, please don't smack my legs." The plea feel on deaf ears and the man proceeded. Six very hard smacks were delivered to each leg in succession. Charles wriggled and cried out after each smack and his legs were smarting and very red. It had been a long time since he was treated like a very small boy. He remembered the time his English teacher had done so at Prep school when he's spelt the word 'Embarrassed' wrongly. He certainly found the whole process then very embarrassing and nothing had changed. He was sent back once more to his corner.

The penultimate gift was very strange indeed, he picked up the Blue parcel and was somewhat shocked at its size. It was a box no more than 3" square, wrapped of course in blue wrapping paper. Charles speculated as to its contents and was no clearer when he took out what appeared to be a badge it bore the emblem '31'. "What is this, Sir" and "are you going to pin it too my bottom, Sir." He regretted his attempt at humour.

"After all the punishment you've had so far, you seem to have learnt nothing, well we'll see about that later." Santa walked over to the boy. "If you would care to turn the badge so that the 3 is on the bottom of the emblem and the 1 over the top you will perhaps be able to see the whole thing in a different perspective." He glared at the boy. Charles shook his head. "Naughty boys at some point in there lives usually end up in that position, the 3 is your bottom the 1 is my cane, now do you understand?"

Charles gulped a reply. "Yes,.... Sir, my present is a caning". And with that he read from the card, fearing the worse. "12 strokes, touching toes, Grey shorts, Sir." Well at least he thought I will be protected.

"Now if you would go to the tree, you'll find, hanging on a branch, round the back a cane, bring it to me."

Charles found the implement which he hadn't noticed before and he didn't like the look of it one bit. It was worse looking than anything he's seen or felt before. It felt very pliable with a crooked handle and about 4ft long and he was sure that although he'd have the protection of his shorts it was going to hurt lots. He wasn't wrong.

"You may put your shorts back on and then go back to your corner and wait."

Charles stood in the corner for about 15 minutes dreading what was about to come. He'd had the cane quite recently at school, but that was with a junior cane nothing like the implement he'd just handed over to his current chastiser.

"Right boy, take three steps back from the wall and bend over and touch your toes." Charles carefully did as he was told, bending over he felt the soreness of all his previous presents as the cloth of his corduroy shorts tighten around his bottom. " You will count each stroke with the response 'One,thank-you, Santa' and so on, do you understand"

"Yes, Sir," said the boy sadly. He then heard the swishing of the cane as Santa prepared to beat him. " Swoosh! " The first landed in the middle of his bottom "One, thank-you, Santa." " Swish! " "Thwack! " landing just above the first " Two, Thank-you, Santa." "Thwack!" landing just below the first "Three, thank-you, Santa." The beater took a little walk and sized up his work thus far, he could see the distinct marks of where the cane had landed on the boys shorts. A delightful sight. " Swish! Thwock! " this one caught the boy just in the crease and he responded in agony "Owwwwww, Ohhhhhhhh, "Four, thank- you, Santa. A pleasing sound the man thought. The fifth and sixth were delivered with very careful aim making sure that each stroke landed in different places. The marks of the caning over the shorts were very vivid, Santa wondered what the view was like underneath. He was about to find out and Charles was about to pay the price for his attempt at humour earlier on.

"Stand up, Charles." The boy stood. "Now take down your shorts." he unfastened the clasp and unzipped then and slid them down to his ankles. "And your underpants." Charles's worse fears were about to be realised and he slid his underpants down to join his shorts. "Get back into position, Boy." He bent over once again sighing heavily in the process. "The reason you are now getting a bare bottom caning is because of your cheeky attempt at humour earlier, this may teach you a lesson." Charles said nothing but waited for the seventh stroke. Santa swished the cane once more as he assessed the boys bottom and he could clearly see the marks of the caning given over the boy's shorts. he took careful aim. " Swish! Crack! " he repeated the first stroke hitting the boy right on target. "Owwwwwwwwwwww, Seven, thank- you, Santa." Eight and nine followed the same route as two and three. Santa once more took a walk around inspecting his work, swishing the cane as he did so. " Swosh! Crack! " "Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Owwwwwww, " Te-n, Thank-you, Santa." and immediately Santa delivered the next two strokes in succession to follow the last, " Swish! Crack! " "Ouchhhhh! Hmmmmmmm! Ele-ven, thank-you, Santa." " Swosh! Crash! " "Mmmmmmmmmmm! Ouchhhhhhh! Tw-elv-e, thank-you, Santa." Charles was now sighing heavily and was clearly feeling his present.

"You may now return to your corner and await my special present." Charles shuffled over to his corner with his shorts and underpants around his ankles, rubbing his eyes as he did so.

The caning had hurt a lot and he was wondering with trepidation what Santa's gift would be. He was sure somehow that he would believe in Santa afterwards. He was aware of some movement behind him and the next he knew Santa had taken hold of his ear and was slowly moving him towards a high backed dining chair. On it was a parcel of Silver. Santa sat down on the chair and passed him the present. "Now, Charles, not believing in me is a very serious matter. You have taken all your presents well, up to now, but, it's my duty to ensure that all boys have faith in the fact that if they're naughty they get no nice presents, until of course they've paid their price for being bad. You may open my gift to you."

Charles, lived in hope that the package held something nice for him, but was disappointed for it contained a very nasty looking piece of wood made into a square shape of a 'Butter Pat with ridges on one side. Oh dear, he thought this looks as though it's going to hurt. He handed the implement to Santa and read from the card. " Spanking with hand and Butter Pat, across santa's knee, bare bottom, at Santa's pleasure."

Santa then took Charles once more by his ear and placed him across his knee making sure that the boy's bottom was in a good position for the spanking to come. Charles, You will now realise that Santa does exist and that he's quite capable of giving naughty boys the presents they deserve."

"Yes, Santa, I'm very, very, sorry Sir!" and with that Santa proceeded to spank Charles's bottom first with his hand reigning spanks all over the boys bottom smacking harder when he felt the boy wasn't responding with sufficient squirms and yelps of pain, up and down he went and must have given the lads bottom at least 200 spanks. Then with relish he repeated the whole exercise with the Butter Pat, swooping the sides from the rigged side to the smooth side covering every inch of the very red and well marked backside. Charles was in tears at the end of it and welcomed the opportunity to sit on Santa's lap afterwards and get the cuddle that he remembered the last time he visited him in the department store. He was tempted to pull his beard at one stage, to see if it was real, but thought better of it. " Santa." he said, I will always believe in you in the future and I will try and be a good boy in future."

"You see that you do, because I can always arrange for a return visit next year."..............

Suddenly Charles felt very warm indeed, and he woke up with a start! He looked towards the end of his bed and saw that his stocking had been filled with goodies. He looked at the clock at the side of his bed. He thought for a moment and was aware that he'd been dreaming, he couldn't remember all of it but he knew that it was mostly nasty. He jumped up only to find with some surprise that his pyjamas bottoms were around his ankles, strange he thought as he pulled them up and felt a distinct warm feeling from his bottom. thinking nothing more of it he went to the foot of his bed and emptied the contents on his bed. There was lots of nice things, Nuts, an orange, an apple, sweets, bits and pieces of toys and stocking fillers. Suddenly a very small package wrapped in silver paper caught his eye. He quickly opened it and inside he found a badge it bore the emblem '31', he picked up the card that was with it and read,

'Be a good boy next year and always believe in Santa, be careful where you pin the badge '.

Love Santa Claus!

Charles closed his eyes and pondered!!!!