The following story is fiction about Santa and spanking.  The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping in a role reversal situation.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

David M. Katz  wrote a story which he posted on malespank.net which inspired this rewrite by Y Lee.  The original is here and should be read first.  I thank David for permission to post it here and to do the rewrite.

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Santa, Sammy and Spanking (Version 2)

By

Y Lee Coyote & David M. Katz <DavidMKatz@outlook.com,YLeeCoyote@juno.com>

Sean Hunter

Tomorrow is Christmas!  I love Christmas.  I do really like getting new toys and I like getting out of school but Christmas is also fun.  I got to help Daddy put lights on the house this year.  Mommy and I made cookies today.  We made lots of cookies.  Some of the cookies got put in boxes and I got to take them to the neighbors.  Some of the cookies got saved for Santa to eat tonight.  We also ate some of the cookies.  Mommy has been playing Christmas songs all day.  I really like "Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer".  Daddy had to work part of the day today but he got to come home early and I helped him get the spare bedroom ready for Grandma and Grandpa – they are coming to spend the night on Christmas afternoon.  Daddy and I put a bowl of carrot sticks outside for the reindeer to eat.  Mommy and Daddy and I are going to watch Christmas movies all afternoon.  I have a brother named Sammy but I don't think he likes Christmas too much.  I don't know why.  Also, Sammy and Daddy have been arguing all afternoon.  I don't know why about that either.  I hope Sammy gets in a better mood by tomorrow.

Samuel "Sammy" Hunter, Jr.

Ugh!  Someone please just kill me now!  Christmas is so lame.  OK, maybe it isn't Christmas that is lame because I do get a lot of cool stuff and I get to be out of school.  I guess it is all of the dumb crap that we do that makes Christmas lame.  Dad insists on covering the house in lights.  Our house surely disrupts planes because it is so bright.  I usually get stuck helping Dad drag the lights out and check them and then it is up and down the ladder stringing the things all over the roof and gutters.  Look, I know it was a lie but I told Dad I was sick this year.  I spent the day in my room playing video games while Dad hung up the lights.  No, he didn't have to do it himself.  He got my little brother, Sean, to help him.  Sean is eight now and it is time he took over the tradition of slaving over the lights.  Anyway, Sean acted like he had a blast.  I have been hiding out in my room again.  Mom is in her cookie-making mode.  I do not want to spend all morning covered in dough and icing.  Yeah, I'll eat the cookies, I just hate making them.  It's OK because Sean had fun helping Mom.  Oh my God!  If I have to hear "Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer" one more time I am going to jab a pencil in my ears!  I really do love my grandparents but Christmas means they will be here for three days.  I am going to have to spend the whole time telling every detail of my life and everything about school and Grandpa is going to ask me a million times if I have a girlfriend.  Grandma will forget I am fifteen and will bring me some toy for a ten-year-old – well, maybe Sean will like playing with it.

Dad and Mom want to keep the Santa thing alive for Sean.  OK, I get it.  I was a kid once too.  I am willing to play along but putting out carrots for reindeer is the stupidest thing I ever heard of.  Dad will go outside tonight and dump what carrots the rabbits around here didn't eat while all the time munching on one of Santa's cookies.  I think another stupid thing is Dad's Santa suit.  Every Christmas Eve after Sean has gone to bed (I suppose he used to do it for me too) Dad puts on a full Santa suit complete with a full white beard and black boots.  Dad will then put out the gifts dressed like that.  He says it puts him in the Christmas spirit – whatever, Dad.  I thought I had a way to get away from it all, but no.  My friend Eric's sister is in college and she is throwing a killer Christmas party for all her friends and Eric and I got invited.  Dad said I couldn't go.  He said there wasn't enough supervision and the crowd was too old for me and then he said I would be out too late.  Dad doesn't get it.  I have been trying to get him to let me go to the party all day but he won't budge.  Dad tells me I should just join the family for Christmas movies, I decided I was feeling sick again.  I guess it isn't a lie because if I have to see "Prancer" or "The Santa Clause" one more time in my life then I will barf.© YLeeCoyote

Sean Hunter

It is hard to go to sleep.  I wonder what Santa will bring me?  My belly sortta of hurts too.  Mommy says that is because I am excited and also because I ate too many cookies.  Sammy said he was sick too and he went to bed early.  See, I don't think he is sick.  Mommy is worried about him but I think he just hates Christmas and doesn't want to be around any of us.  I can hardly wait to see Grandma and Grandpa!  I did eat lots of cookies but I left plenty for Santa too.  I also left out a big glass of tea.  I know they say you are supposed to leave out milk but Daddy says Santa doesn't really like milk and gets too much of it.  I think it is weird that my daddy's just like Santa.  Daddy doesn't like milk either.  I hope the reindeer eat the carrots I left for them.  I worry every year because we don't have a chimney but Mommy and Daddy say it is OK.  They say they will leave the back door unlocked for Santa.  What if Daddy forgets to leave the door unlocked?  Maybe I should go check?  No, I better not get out of bed because Santa might come early and then he would see me out of bed.  I guess he will ring the bell if the door is locked.

Sammy Hunter

Mom and Dad will never know.  I told Mom I was sick and was going to bed.  Dad gave me a look as if to say "I am watching you" but was quickly back into the movie.  I texted Eric and told him to meet me at the corner down from my house.  Eric just got his license.  I turned my TV on since I always sleep with my TV on and sneaked out of my room.  I walked right out the back door and nobody was the wiser.  The party was so cool!  Everyone was dancing to some great music – none of that Rudolph crap.  There was food everywhere and someone even brought beer and the place was crawling with hot girls.  Eric and I did a lot of running around for his sister.  She kept having us fill the ice bowls and get more trays of food and stuff like that.  I even overheard one of the other people at the party call us "go-fers" but I really wasn't sure what that meant.  Eric decided we should leave a little after midnight.  I was able to sneak a beer for the ride home.  I thought the stuff was nasty so I only drank half a bottle.  I offered the rest to Eric but he said he was driving and couldn't drink.  I poured the rest of the beer out of my window and tossed the bottle in the back seat.  Eric didn't seem to like that.

"Dude!  You can't leave that shit in my car.  My dad will go berserk if he sees a beer bottle in my car."

"Chill!  I'll throw it away when you drop me off."

"Anyway, I'm glad you could make it.  How'd you get your dad to change his mind?"

"Uh, well, Dad doesn't exactly know I'm out.  He thinks I'm sick and in my room sleeping."

Eric looked shocked and shook his head and told me it had been nice knowing me.  Eric said parents always have a way of finding stuff out and that I was in deep shit.  I assured Eric my parents were sleeping.

"Mom and Dad always crash early on Christmas Eve because Sean will have the whole house up before dawn.  Dad'll put on that lame Santa suit of his and set out the gifts, eat some cookies and throw away the carrots and then go to bed."

Eric looked at me weird, "Carrots?"

"Don't ask, Dude.  Trust me, it is the stupidest thing on earth."

Eric dropped me off at the corner.  I tossed the beer bottle in Old Man Jackson's trash can and made the hike home.  It was starting to snow.  Hey!  White Christmas.  Cool!

I got home and went around to sneak in through the back door.  I saw the bowl of carrots sitting by the patio.  I thought to myself, "Oh crap.  Dad forgot the stupid carrots, Sean will be so disappointed.  Guess I'll do Dad and Sean a favor."

I tossed the carrots in the wooded area behind the house figuring some rabbit or raccoon would find them and left the bowl upside down by the patio.  Having done my good deed for the year, I reached for the knob on the back door.

Sean Hunter

I guess I fell asleep.  My belly felt better but I really needed some water.  I hoped it was safe enough to go get water.  I slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the kitchen.  I couldn't resist.  I looked in the den where the Christmas tree was at to see if maybe Santa had come yet.  I got the shock of my life.  Oh, no!  What if he saw me?  And, why was Sammy there?  And, why was Santa …?  I stood there and watched.  I couldn't help it.  Maybe I was still asleep and dreaming?  I pinched my arm.  No, I wasn't dreaming.  I never got my water.

Sammy Hunter

I walked in the door just as Dad was coming to the door.  He was headed out to dump the carrots.  I don't know who was more surprised to see whom.

"Sammy!  What the hell …?"

There was Dad decked all out in his Santa suit chomping on a cookie.  I grasped for a lie.

"Uh, hey, Dad, Yeah … well, it's like this … I needed a little air and thought I would … uh … yeah … dump out the carrots for you."

"And, as you were out there dumping the carrots you must have stumbled across a beer and drank that too?  Sammy, I can smell the beer on your breath.  So … why don't you cut the crap and come clean with the truth because I have a real good idea what all happened this evening."

I looked at my feet and stammered out the truth, "I … yeah … Dad, I'm sorry … I sort of sneaked out … I went to Eric's sister's party.  It wasn't a big deal.  I'm home.  I'm safe.  Let's just all go to bed and forget the whole thing."  I looked up at Dad with a meek little hopeful smile.

Dad answered by grabbing my shoulder and leading me toward the den.  We made it to the den and Dad pushed me toward the big fluffy couch.  "Sit!"  I sat down and Dad planted himself next to me.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"That's a good start.  Was it worth it?"

"Sir?"

"Was it worth lying to me and your mother?  Was it worth bailing on your brother on Christmas Eve?  Was it worth disappointing everyone?"

"Uh, Dad, I don't know.  I guess I had a good time but I think Eric and I were mostly there to run errands for his sister."

"Ya, think?  Did it not seem bizarre to you that a bunch of college ladies would want a couple of little high school boys at their party?"

"Maybe.  I mean I danced a little.  The music was great, the food was great, the place was overrun with hot ladies but I didn't score."

"Let me put on my shock face.  You mean the college women didn't show an interest in the under-aged boys?  OK, what about the beer?"

"I had a half of one coming home.  They weren't letting me and Eric have any.  It all seemed on the up and up.  They said we weren't old enough.  I sneaked one out as we were leaving.  It was nasty…" Dad cut me off and looked concerned.

"Did Eric drink and drive?"

"Oh, hell no, Dad.  I even offered him part of my beer and he turned it down."  Dad looked relieved.

I swallowed hard and decided to get to the point of the discussion, "So how long am I grounded for?"

"You're not grounded, Sammy …" I felt a wave of relief flow over me.  I guessed Dad understood after all.

"… we've got too much going on over the next few days with your grandparents being here and also I think it would be sort of cruel to ground you on Christmas."

"Thanks, Dad.  I really am sorry.  Won't happen again."  I got up to leave and go to bed.  Dad stopped me.

"Hold on there, Buddy.  I didn't say you weren't going to be punished.  I said I wasn't going to ground you."

My heart skipped a beat and I broke out in a cold sweat.  I knew that could only mean one thing.  I might be fifteen but Dad had made it clear that he would still whip my ass if he thought I needed it.

"You know this isn't all my fault.  You drove me to do it." I snapped at Dad.  Perhaps I was being insolent and disrespectful but the anger had been building up a long time.  Dad was shocked to say the least and, for a change, it was he who was speechless.  "Yes, YOUR FAULT!  You been thinking only of yourself and treating me like I was only eight, like Sean, rather than a young man of fifteen."

"Let's start with the party.  You could have suggested to me that the big grown up college girls would want me at their party the same way I would want Sean at one of mine and let me decide not to go.  But, NO, all you did was forbid me arbitrarily and make it even more attractive.  Every year you make the house a gaudy laughing stock with a zillion lights like it belongs in Sin City.  That's not the spirit of Christmas at all.  It a great big SIN!  Wasting all that energy and contributing to global warming as well.  Why aren't you doing some real good with the money and your time instead of risking life and limb and everyone's future clambering about on the roof?  Why aren't you supporting one of the charities that are really helping the poor and homeless?"

I was on a roll and Dad was speechless like he usually makes me when he lectures me when I have messed up.

"And what's with that costume?  You're dressed up like a fairy tale figure and you can't be seen by your other son.  We're not at a party.  You're not Santa's stand-in at the mall?  Yeah, you dress up for the trick-n-treaters but not the carolers.  You're mocking the true spirit of the holiday.  Maybe you should be in the Mall with a bell and bucket begging for change."

I know it was a lot but there was more about the age thing.  "Not only don't you treat me as fifteen but you're disappointed that I don't want to help make cookies.  Well, I don't help cook anything else so why those?  I know it's Mom's thing like the lights are yours but I'm past that.  And why should I have to act super grown up when Granny gets me a baby present?  She should be acting grown up and maybe you need to remind her that her grandson is long out of diapers and will get his driving licence next year?"

I stopped there.  It was a lot all at once.  I figured that I would regret having said all that but it sure felt good getting it off my chest.  But I knew I still had to pay – or more precisely my butt would have to pay – now.  I got up and pulled my belt out of my pants and was about to hand it to Dad.  There wasn't any point in waiting for him to ask for it.  I might as well try to show that I was grown up like I claimed.

Then I got a surprise.  The biggest surprise of my entire life.  I could not read Dad's expression at all.  He looked at me like a reindeer caught in the headlights and started to stammer.  "Well, err … I  … um …" as sheepish as I'd ever seen anyone.  "Son, I'm sorry.  You're right.  I've haven't … behaved very well this last week.  Um … OK … what do you think we should do now son?"  His cheeks were the shade of Rudolph' snout – bright red.

"Isn't it obvious Father?  You taught me the rules."

Dad just stood there frozen for a minute before he stepped to the end of the couch, dropped his pants and bent over.  "Do what you know should be done, son." he said hesitatingly.  That I was dumbfounded would be the understatement of year.

«What could I do?» I thought.  I had the belt in my hand and an upturned butt in front of me.  I raised the belt and swung it at the target.  For the first time in my life I saw a red stripe form from my swinging my belt.  I did it a few more times.

WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!

I hurt.  I guess it hurt Dad some but it really hurt me to do it.  Now I believed what Dad used to say: "This hurts me more than it hurts you when he spanked."  I stopped.  Dad stood and pulled up his pants.  We hugged for a very long time.

I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.

Sean Hunter

I wondered if I should go get Mommy and Daddy.  I was afraid they would be mad if they found out I was up.  Also, would Santa still leave my gifts?  I guessed it was OK.  I mean it was Santa.  But … why was Sammy spanking Santa?  It looked awful.  I knew Sammy got it with the belt sometimes because I sometimes heard it from his room.  It always sounded plain terrible and Sammy sure would cry a lot.  It was even worse watching it.  I sure hoped I never got spanked with a belt.  Daddy mostly uses his hand on me but if I have done something really bad then he will use one of my sandals on me and that really hurts.  Sammy was whacking Santa's butt really hard with the belt.  Santa's behind was as red as Santa's suit.  I ran back to bed and hid under my covers.

Sammy Hunter

I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans and shirt off and draped myself across my bed.  Despite the pain and burning in my heart I fell asleep quickly.  It seemed I had just fallen asleep when Sean was running around yelling for everyone to get up.  I groaned for the early hour.  I slipped my discarded shirt back over my head and, knowing Mom wouldn't appreciate a bunch of Christmas morning pictures of me in my boxers, I found some loose basketball shorts and was ready to join the family around the tree.

Sean was screaming with excitement over his gifts.  I think the entire Lego factory sent a truck to our house.  (It is OK and doesn't make you look like a kid if you are playing Lego with your little brother, right?)  Sean had a new bike and a baseball glove.  Sean got a bunch of clothes and actually seemed to like some of them.  I scored a new skateboard, some really cool headphones with an i-tunes card, a leather jacket and a bunch of clothes.  Then it was like someone flipped a light switch.  Sean got reflective and quiet.  He seemed like he wanted to say something.  Mom sensed there was something on his mind and asked him if something was bothering him.  Sean looked at me and spoke.

"Sammy, I need to ask you something and I hope it is OK but I went to get some water last night and I saw something that maybe I shouldn't have seen.  Sammy, why were you spanking Santa?"

Dad shot me a look and I acknowledged the situation with my eyes.  I sat quietly for a minute and finally figured out how to handle the question.

"Well, Santa was a bad boy."  Sean looked puzzled.  "He was doing a batch of stuff that was wrong.  Down right naughty!  He didn't have poop catchers on the reindeer and they made a mess on the lawn.  And one of the tail lights on his sleigh was busted.  As the driver he had to take responsibility for these violations.  So I spanked him good and proper with the belt like he spanks some naughty boys so they can get their presents.  The service sleigh came and fixed everything before he took off."

Dad looked my way with a smile of approval.  Sean's Christmas was saved.

Sean Hunter

Wow!  I better make sure I am good all year.  I definitely do not want to end up on Santa's naughty list – ever!

The End

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