It was the early evening of the 6th December and 13 year old Peter like his whole family was dressing for the evening dinner. This opulent dinner at the house of Peters grandpa together with the family of Peters cousins and some other relations is a sort of tradition in his family. One special part of this tradition was the visit of Santa Claus (they called him Nikolaus). He asked each of the child's for their list of wishes for Christmas and carries a big full of sweets, nuts and fruits for the youth. But in the bag there was a book too, containing all the misdeeds of the boys and the girls and in the bag there was also the birch to remind the boys and girls on their misdeeds.
Especially on this birch Peter was thinking when he put on his white shirt, pullover and his fresh ironed trousers of his Sunday suit . While looking closely at his buttock in the mirror and softly touching it, there was no doubt for Peter that his tight bottom cheeks will feel the birch later this evening. As long as he can remember back there were every year some misdeeds to witch the birch has to remind him. And in the last few years is was always a highlight when it was his and Thomas's (his one year older cousin) turn. This two boys were always the ones who felt the Santa Clauses birch most intensive. To Peters luck it was always Thomas who got a few cut more than he. Peter remembered last year when he got 12 blows with the birch two for each misdeed he was punished during the past year. And these blow with the birch were not light ones. Although he got the birch over his trousers seat it stung quite a lot and it was not easy to take it. So Peter had very mixed feelings especially when he thought back on the punishments he has received during this year. The last was only two weeks ago. Seven times he got this year the stick from his dad over his buttocks. And this year on two times he had to bare his bottom before he got the stick. He know last year it was Tommy who got one bare licking and for hat Tommy received four remainders with the birch. So Peter knows quite well that it will be an hot evening for him and his schoolboy buttocks.
But on the other side it was not like a punishment. Peter has not to feel guilty. Nobody will be angry with him. They all will be nice and friendly with him. He will get a lot of friendly and encouraging words and some claps on his shoulders and on his butt. So Peters mood was not such bad like it is when he knows he will get his bottom caned from his father. Peter feelings where very mixed. On one side full of expectation especially to know how often Tommy got the cane and what a licking he will get this evening and on the other side the very uncomfortable feeling when he thinks that in about two hours he will tell Santa Clause and all the others why, when and how he has received a punishment this year and then all will look at his bottom when he bends over to receive the burning stokes from Santa Clause. It was not easy to take this strokes without crying last year and it will be more difficult this year.
When Peter was in this thoughts while he was trying to bind his tie his mother looked for him. In a warm voice she said him that he looks nice but then she said: "sorry my love I forgot to tell you that you have to wear your short trousers this time. I ironed them for you too, and fetched the blue Sunday shorts for him. Totally astonished Peter shouted out "why that". "Come on Peter don't make me angry. You know why don't you" his mother answered now in a much more stern voice. "Ohw no please not mum" Peter was pledging. But his mum was very nervous on such an evening and got angry while shouting: "At once you put on these ore you can have the stick before we go that's no problem.. at once". At the same moment his stern looking father came in, so Peter gave up and took off his trousers. Then he put on his shorts. Yes he felt the thin cotton of the shorts compared with the cloth of his trousers. And he felt he cool air around his bare thighs. His short was not extreme tight but it was very good fitting and let more than three quarters of his upper thighs bare. "Doesn't he look nice in them" his father said. Peter tried it once more when he said that it will be to cold for shorts. But his dad only said that he can put his trainer trousers over his bare legs for the ride in the car and at grandpa's house it will be warm enough, "perhaps even too hot for you" his dad added.
So Peter was with his two sisters on the back-seat of the family car driving to his grandparents house. He had not used the trainer. His sisters had to wear traditionally their short skirt with the same knee length white socking as Peter but also with bare thighs. So all three put a blanket over their legs. Peter was worrying about other things anyway. The cold was no problem in the warm car. His thin clothed buttocks, the lots of his misdeeds and the Santa Clause's birch that was his problem about he was worrying more and more. His younger sister was also not in good mood and sometimes on could hear little sobs.
When Peter was deep in his sorrow they arrived at grandpas house. The car of Tommy's family was already there. And Peter felt much better when he was in grandpa's house. He said hello to the grandparents, the ants and uncles, got a lot of compliments what a good looking boy he is. There he saw in the corner his uncle Eric shaking with his cousin Tommy. Very surprised Peter noticed that Tommy was also very good looking in a white shirt and his very short and tight fitting leather shorts. He has seen Tommy in his Lederhosen (traditional leathers shorts) a few times before, when he was on summer holidays with his family in Bavaria. But now he noticed the fatty brightness of Tommy's leather shorts, especially around his bottom cheeks. Perhaps he has polished them before he had to put then on, but perhaps it was only because he stretched out his bum such intensively. Now they noticed him too. "Hello Peter come here and let see you" uncle Eric shouted when he saw him. "How nice is that short have I ever seen it before?.. turn around and let me see every thing." With uncle Eric Peter hat no problem to do as told. He liked him very much and it was always funny with him. "Hi Pit" Tommy said "the Clause will be very pleased about your thin clothed bum" "Yes" Peter said and his face and gesture was showing that this was not his intention. Uncle Eric took Peter closely in his arms and cheered him up a little bit. Then the uncle said with a smile to Tommy: "Do you think the Santa will ever stop when he sees your inviting high polished buttocks?" "Ohw every arm will get tired some times ... and my bum is well trained you know" said Tommy laughing. "Ah yes and your cheeks are well protected there he had to work really hard" said Eric and Tommy took over and answered: "Hey hey that's not true. Feel how thin the leather is. And Peter how many pants do you have under your shorts." Astonished about this question Peter started to say that of course he had only one but before he started Tommy said sticking out his bum. "Here is nothing underneath. Every thing is coming through directly." "Why don't you wear something underneath?" Peter asked astonished. "Because otherwise it is not possible to get my Lederhose (leather short) over my bum". Peter was really thinking about that if it was true because Tommy's leather shorts was really tight around his 14 year old butt. But uncle Eric was laughing when he saw that Peter believed in Tommy's words and said to Peter "Don't you think the reason for Tommy to wear nothing under his leather short is the same as your reason to wear this thin shorts this evening". Peter just started to tell that it was not his idea to wear this shorts when he just got the case and all three laughed loudly.
So Peter had quit a lot of fun with Tommy, uncle Eric and some others and time past very fast. So Peter did not recognise when uncle Kurt left. He was frightened a bit, when he suddenly heard the sound of the bell and saw the man in red coat, white beard and the bag over his shoulders entering the room. It was like every year. All the adults put the chair in position and "ahh, oh the Santa Clause" was heard from everywhere. In deep voice Santa Clause ordered all the boys and girls to him while he placed himself on a bench near the chimney and put his bag on the floor. As every year the Claus started telling the kids that he is coming far out from the wood ... that he is now on tour to look for his children, that he has sweet gifts for the good ones and the birch for the bad ones. "And some get both" joked Tommy while touching his buttocks. The Santa seemed a little irritated and some laughed too. "Tommy" Tommy's father shouted loud and stern and Tommy looked a little guilty. This was Tommy's way to manage the situation. For Tommy it was always hard to keep his mouth shut.
Peter was a little bit the opposite from Tommy. He likes more to act from the background. He hated it to stand here in view of them all and wait for his licking. He felt the heat in his head. The touched with his hands his naked thighs just below his buttock cheeks. He was sweating in his pullover over the white shirt and the tie and in contrast to that in his thin short trousers he felt nearly naked below the waist. He didn't laugh about Tommy's joke. He pressed his lips together and pressed instinctively his hand on the hem of his shorts just below his both buttock cheeks. He felt the goose-pimples on his bare thighs with his hands and the feeling witch he had in his bum cheeks said him that the goose-pimples were there too. He was concentrating himself willing to take the forthcoming licking with no reaction.
Santa ignored this break and started to took out his book and opened it. Then Santa asked "is there a girl named Evelyn". Evelyn Peter's older Sister was ordered to Santa Clause. Then the Clause read a long boring list of all the goodies Evelyn did during the year (best of class, price in music and other things like that). Then he asked the girl if she was every time a good girl. The girl said that there may be also some bad things. But Santa Clause said that he has nothing in his book and very lucky the girl with her presents stood back to the others.
Then to Susan's horror not she but Patrick Tommy's nine year old brother was called by Santa. Patrick was like his brother wearing a traditional leather short. But Patrick's one was not such a tight fitting and fatty one like Tommy's. It was a newer, wide one. He first has to grow in it. The Lederhose (leather short) was held from the traditional pair of leather braces. This braces where adjusted really tight. So Patrick's wide short was pulled up very high and especially on the back side it was pulled up nearly over one third of his back. "Here" Patrick was peeping and stand before Santa. Santa had quite a lot of good things about Patrick in his book. But there were some misdeeds too and so Patrick has to tell everybody that he had received five serious punishments during the last year. One time he got the stick from his dad over his leather shorts. Two times he got a thrashing with the wooden spoon from his mum and two times he got a hand spanking over fathers knees on his bare bum. And in a really tearful voice he asked Santa "and how many will I get from you?" causing some pitiful comments from some adults. "Well Patrick your leather short gives you some protection, so you will receive two strokes with the birch for each of your misdeeds". While Patrick peeped "yes" Santa took the birch out of his bag and held it up so that everyone could see it. It was not a bushy one it was made only from four or five pliable willow rods. Then Patrick was led to the bench Santa was sitting on before. He had to bend over the edge of the bench and stretch his body long-way over the bench. So his bottom was well sticking out and his shorts were even more tightened over his buttocks. They were stretched such a lot that the beginning of Patrick's bottom cheeks and his white pants was seen. Then the birch hissed through the air and landed with a loud crack on Patrick's bum. It stung a little bit, but on Patrick's reaction it was seen that it was bearable. A leather short gives a boy quite a good protection when he is thrashed with a birch. During the first five lashes Patrick shacked a little bit under each stroke but there was no more reaction. Then the sixth stroke was not such hard as the other ones before. But there was to hear "Oouuuchh Aaahh" from Patrick and his legs moved around and his head went up. Yes this softer lash was aimed just over the upraised hem of his leather shorts so one half of the birch landed just over Patrick's bared cheeks. The next lash was just over the same spot but this time more serving the left cheek. "Ohhhhww" Patrick cried and the tears were flowing. Santa ordered Patrick to put his hands out of the way then fetched them and fixed them with one hand on Patrick's back while the other hand led just fall the birch tow times on Patricks bare cheeks and thighs just below the hem of the leather shorts. Oh how loud was Patrick's voice commenting every lash and it took Santa's all force to hold the twisting boy on the bench. Then he brought down the birch again with all his strength and a loud crack. And Patrick cried out loud although the birch landed in the centre of his leather protected bum. This last cut was a shock for Patrick as well as for all the spectators. And all were relieved when they noticed that it was only a loud crack on Patrick's leathered bottom and did no big damage. Patrick still shacking with some tears came up and pressed his hands under the hem of his shorts where everybody saw his good reddened skin. He got compliments from Santa how brave he was and what a good boy he is in general. This and the knowledge that it is over now brought back a little smile on Patrick's face. Now he has time to rub intensively his burning parts and enjoy the rest of the performance.
Now it was Susan's Peter's younger sister turn. But it was not such a pleasant scene. She was howling nearly from the beginning, had a long list of misdeeds and earned 10 lashes with the birch (as a girl one for each misdeed). So we won't describe this in detail.
Instead let us turn back and see how uncle Eric had seen the adventure of Patrick with Santa's birch. Uncle Eric had selected a good position where he had a good view to Santa Clause's actions but also kept the backside of the two big boys Tommy and Peter in his eyes. Yes he was even more concentrated on the beautiful backsides especially on that of Peter and of the reaction of the two boys to the scene with Patrick than on the scene itself. He noticed how uninterested Peter was in the conversation of Santa with Patrick and how concentrated Peter was to himself. And Eric noticed how nervous the boy was. How difficult it was for him to stand calmly, how he waved from one leg to the other and that he doesn't know where to put his hand. Some times Peter pressed them to the side of his thighs, then they moved to back under the bottom cheeks, then they moved up to the cheeks and the again he had then at the front side of his thighs. Eric saw that Peter's lips nearly always were pressed together and that the boy gazed always on the scene before him. Very interested Eric observed the reaction of Peter to Patrick's thrashing. He saw how Peters hands always moved to that point of his bottom where the birch touched Patrick's cheeks. And he noticed how Peter's buttocks twitched when the birch crashed over Patrick's leather, how he relaxed when he noticed that it was not such hard and how he pressed his hands at the same place where at the same moment the birch was striping and hurting Patrick's skin. Uncle Eric an expert in boys backsides, who knows that he has with Tommy and Peter really two well build nephews noticed all that very well.
Now Susan's turn was over. And it was Peter who now bit his lips even more together and quit shocked took a deep gulp. He thought that it now was his turn like the years before. But to his horror the Santa Clause called Thomas to come to him.
Tommy of course was positively surprised and stepped with a open smiling face to Santa, demonstratively rubbing his backside and looking around to all spectators. There where quite a lot efforts to report for Thomas. He had quit good class reports this year and won a big junior sport championship and a few other things. There was a lot of admiring murmuring in the round. Thomas could not control his loos tongue and asked Santa "How many credit on lashes can I get for that?" "We are here not on the bazaar my boy" Santa Clause answered and asked Tommy for what he the credit needs. So all assembled were informed that this 14 year old lad had earned five times the cane on his well build and good trained bottom since last year. And Santa was very interested and Tommy had a lot to tell. That he two times got the cane for coming home to late in the evening, first 12 strokes the second time he got the 16. That he played really a nasty trick to Patrick for witch he had to pay with a long (nobody counted the strokes) canning over the tight stretched seat of his jeans and that an other less nasty trick he played to his teacher Mrs. Lynn cost him six with the cane over his shorts. And that he got once more the cane really hard on his bared buttocks he has to tell Santa Clause, only that he got it for a really bad and nasty word to his mother was kept as his secret. To tell all these things was even for Tommy not such easy. And as Santa asked him where he got the cane from his father he nearly lost his self-control and shouted "Over the kitchen table I always get it over the kitchen table, don't you know from last year?" "Oh sorry my dear" Santa Clause answered. "But now you will be reminded on your misdeeds not over the kitchen table." Saying "thanks that it's not over there again - but again it's over my bum isn't it?" Thomas got back his control. "Yes it is over your bottom Thomas, but I see it is well protected this time." "I have not that feeling" Tommy joked rubbing his bum. "Ok that will be two strokes for each punishment that make ten and as you know a punishment on the bare buttocks is always for a very bad thing and that needs two more so we are now at 12." "And no credit?" Tommy again joked. "Ok you get a credit of four but you need six more for your loose tongue that will be two more and we are at 14. Is that ok" Santa asked in the round and he heard a lot of agrees so that it was not good for Tommy to argue against. Then the Santa Clause put back the used birch in his bag and said. For the big boy I need something better. He searched in his bag and put out a birch witch consisted of two willow rods only. Santa ordered Thomas to unbind the thread witch was around the two rods. Then Santa took the longer and thicker one of the two rods and said "Isn't this very suitable for a boy in leather shorts". "Indeed" said Thomas with a much lower voice while rubbing his threatened area. Tommy wanted to bend over the bench like Patrick but was ordered to stand before the bench, then he had to spread his legs apart and then bend forward supporting himself with his hands holding at both edges of the bench. As Tommy was bending down both Peter and uncle Eric observed banned this fascinating view. At their position they saw only the long bare outstretched legs of Tommy and at their top the well formed, compact buttock tight spanned from the leather short, just in the suitable high, impatiently waiting for the willow stick. "You will count each one for old Santa Claus, is that understood Thomas". "Ok, go on" was Tommy's answer.
Then with a loud crack the first cut landed on Tommy's behind. "One ohw quiet good" Tommy answered with a provoking voice. But with even more force and not much pause between the next stokes were laid down over his outstretched buttocks. "Two - Three - four - five - six ohhw" counted Tommy between the cracks and his provoking voice turned more and more to a more suffering one. The next strokes felt with a bit a longer pause in- between but with the same force. And everyone saw how it was more and more complicated for the lad to hold his position and how every muscle of the stretched body was working to manage the burning pain witch was growing and growing under the seat of the leather short. It was really hard for Tommy to stand all the fourteen strokes and he really cried out the counts. This time it was no play when he touched his burning buttocks when he came up again, redheaded after the fourteenth cut. Yes even Tommy had difficulties to hold back his tears and very subdued (for the moment) he stood back to the others.
It was like the suddenly awake from a dream when Peter realised that Santa wants him to come. He had totally forgotten himself and only seen the dancing willow rod on Tommy's inviting butt. But now it was him and very anxious he stepped forward.
Santa needed a little pause too and began slowly searching through his book. "Ahh here you are Peter" Santa said "lets see what I have on good things about you". There were really a few but this where more general things, that he could be a very nice boy and so on. So it took not too long to announce them and then Santa said: "Oh but there is a much more longer list. You needed quiet a lot of punishments this year - oh yes quiet a lot. Do you remember them all? Peter? How many punishment you got since I saw you last time? Come on tell me" "About seven I think" Peter said. "Aha come on tell me witch was the first on." "I got the cane for not changing into my slippers when I entered the house." "Was it the first time you forgot to change your dirty wet shoes when you entered the house?" "No" "Here is written after many admonitions he didn't do it." "Yes" "How many you get?" "Six with the rattan stick" ... and so on the conversation went. It was not an easy conversation for Peter to tell Santa and all the others that he was two times punished for smoking and having cigarettes in his room (Both times Susan sneaked against him). It was very embarrassing when he has to tell how he got the rattan stick the second time and said "with trousers down" "only trousers?" "no pants too". Like this all his punishments where recalled. The other four punishments he got from his father caused him school affairs like not done homework and things like that. And of course he had to tell that his father striped another time his bare butt when he played truant for not to write a Latin test. Peter was speaking in a low voice - often was asked again from Santa and had always his head down looking on the floor. "Now we have seven punishments, are this all serious punishments you received Peter?" Santa asked. "Yes" Peter said hesitating. "And what was in summer when you played football with your new bought shorts?" "But there I got it from mum." "you mean that wasn't serious?" "No" "How did your mum punish you for that?" "With the spoon." "Over your shorts" "No over my pants". "Ah yes this is number eight and what is number nine?" "Again the spoon from mum" "and for what?" "For not doing school homework" "Again for school problems... and how did you get the spoon this time?" "with trousers down" "on your naked bottom?" "no on my pants". It was really horrible for Peter. "Oh Peter for this I have to give you a really strict remind on your bottom. Two for each punishment and as you know each bare punishment gives two strokes extra. So it will be 22 for you." "yes" And Santa went on saying "Peter you know normally I give bad boys my birch over their trousers. This hurt a little bit but is more a remind than a punishment because the birch must be given on the bare bottom to be a real punishment. But this year I and your parents are very alarmed about your behaviour in school. Your last reports were very bad. So I changed the birch with this willow rod witch is as pliable as your fathers rattan cane" With this words Santa took the other smaller flexible one of the two willow rods and hissed it though the air and ordered Peter to bend and count the strokes like Tommy before.
What a difference to Tommy's turn there was always a low murmuring sometimes laughing but now at Peters turn it was totally calm. Everyone was banned and followed the conversation of the two. Even uncle Eric glanced banned at Peter's quivering buttocks under the thin short, at his quivering legs and at the boys hands fingering around the hem of his shorts. And the tension increased once more when Peter was ordered to took the same position as Thomas before. Uncle Eric's nearly could not breath as his saw how the boy was bending over griped the edge of the bench and straightened his legs. He saw how the thin cloth of Peter's shorts tightened around the boy's bottom cheeks and how the hem of his shorts nearly was raised above the beginning of his buttocks. What a view the beautiful, cute, tender bare thighs and the pushed out buttock of the 13 year old quivering waiting for the first cut. How much loved he his brave nephew especially in this moment.
Now Santa tenderly touched the centre of Peter's put out buttocks and the with a short his he gave him the first cut. Everyone saw how the boy winced under this cut, the twitch of his buttocks and his whole body and nearly inaudible he breathed "one", "ahhah ooh two" , "three, four, .. five, six". With short pauses Santa Clause gave Peter the rod. There was totally silence only the his of the willow rod follow by the count and the breath and sobs of the flogged boy broke the silence. Now after six cuts Peter's whole bottom was on fire. Santa ordered him to put his legs a little bit more apart and his bottom a little bit more out and then he took aim again. "seven, eight, nine, ten aaahhh, oohhw eleven, ohh noo oooh twelve" was heard as the willow stick again hissed over Peter's buttock beginning at the upper part going down more and more. The eleventh was just over the hem of his short trousers and the twelfth was below the hem over the top of the bared thighs and this made Peter really shout out. Peters hands remained griping the edge of the bench but after this cut in his thighs he jumped forward and nearly felt. So Santa ordered him again in position. Peter had tears in his eyes but still pressed his lips together. Oh yes he felt the horrible stingers on his butt, but on the other side this was not his first thrashing so he tried to relieve his bottom cheeks yes even pushed them out a little more. And again he got the rod "Thirteen, fouuurteen, five..oh ..fiveteen, sixteen" "Out with that bottom my boy - that's right" "seventeen ohhooww eighteen ahhhh please not there ooohhhww nineteen, twenty" Oh this last three cuts where really hard ones and all over the end of his butt and at the top of his thighs. The last one let Peter loose his grip around the bench while he was instinctively coming up to get his bottom out of aim. "In position again - two more" And once more the boy offered his bottom to the pliable willow rod. And once more the rod hissed through the air to lay weal number twenty-one across the schoolboy's butt. And with no pause hissed stroke number twenty-two across Peter's bottom cheeks. Sobbing the boy remained in the ordered position to hide his tears. But then he came up holding his burning lower parts, looking down at the floor, trying to control his sobs. He rejected the offered handkerchief and the offered sweets and had no ear for the unctuous words Santa had for him and his bravery.
With his burning bum and teary eyes Peter stood back to the others to wait for the end of Santa Clauses appearance. Then he went to uncle Eric who took him in his arm where Peter began to sob again. Peter's father was coming too, saying "are you ok my boy" and to Eric he said "he shouldn't do that such hard". Tommy also joined them and said rubbing his own bum. "Oh this was a hard one this time - especially for little Pity.." And Tommy's father was still angry and shouted at Tommy "Why did you make Kurt such angry with your silly provocation.." and so the discussion went on.
On made the conclusion that it was not manly the strength of the hidings what was wrong but the shameful manner in witch that happened. In this manner it won't happen again was the conclusion of then all.
Peter recovered after a while and in the arms of uncle Eric he began to feel pleasant again although his bum was still burning. And with a little pride he let uncle Eric upturn the hem of his shorts a little bit to see and feel the deep red wale on the top of his thighs. And nobody spoke of his misdeed all comforted him, tried to cheer him up and asked him if he has some special wishes for Christmas.
So with a still burning bum but really happy he sat between Uncle Eric and Tommy at the dinner table and waited for the first course. And as Uncle Eric pushed him that he can start with the soup he laughed with uncle Eric as he took out his hand from under his burning part for to fetch the spoon.