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Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2001 18:10:04 -0500
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St: Be Careful What You Ask Santa For  (elf/b, M/b, b/b, spanking,
magic)

I posted the first part of this as "Dear Santa".  Then I started
thinking (always dangerous) and ended up with this fun story about a boy
and an elf.  Fascinating things can happen when you get something
wondrous made by the elves in Santa enchanted workshops.  Obviously,
this is fiction and involves spanking.  If such a subject is offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and reposting and commercial use is
prohibited without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted
only if complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Be Careful What You Ask Santa For
By
Y. Lee Coyote

1.  Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I hope that you are well.  I am fine.  I hope that you have time to read
my letter.

I know that you have two lists, and that you have checked them twice (it
must be much easier now on the elves with computers).  I'm afraid that
I'm on the wrong list and you probably have me marked down for coal.
[sniff]

I really don't have any use for a piece of coal since we have gas
heating and a gas stove and I'm _still_ not allowed to use matches.  It
really does not sound very interesting to take to school for show 'n'
tell.  Maybe you can give it to some poor boy who can really use it.  A
boy who is where it is cold and has real fires to cook and for heat like
I see on the news that mommy and daddy watch.

Anyway, Santa, I'm really very sorry that I was not a good boy all year.
It's very hard to be good with a brat of little brother and an awful big
sister who hates me.  Now I've read stories about what happened to
naughty boys in the olden days.  The stories always explain that the
spanking HURTS but all was FORGIVEN when it was over.  The stories often
have the spanker saying that "this is going to hurt me more than you"
but since it is only the boy that cries I don't believe that is really
true.

Would you bring me a real spanking, Santa, please?  I'll be in my bed
like all the kids should be.  I'm in the bed near the window and Jimmy,
my kid brother, near the door.  Jill is in the other room by herself.
And even though we don't have a woodshed would you please take me into
another room so they won't see me cry.  Jimmy really does lookup to me
and he wouldn't understand my crying like a baby.  Jill would just tease
me about it.  Of course, if they have to watch ... that's ok too.

I would really like a VIDEO GAME but they are very expensive.  I
wouldn't care if it wasn't perfect as long as it worked.  Or a nice
BICYCLE -- in fire engine red.  That's pretty expensive too but a second
hand one and a can of paint.  Dad was very happy with his second hand
car and said he saved a lot of money.  Well, I'll understand if that is
too expensive also.  A couple of game cartridges so I could play with a
friend who has a video game.

Jimmy would be very happy to get some actions figures and trucks.  Even
thou he is a pesky brat, I still love him.  Oh, and Jill would love
another doll.  She has lots of dolls but that's what she likes and
always wants another.  I don't understand girls, especially her.

Merry Christmas to you and Mrs Clause and all the elves.

Your trying-very-hard-to-be-a-good-boy,

Peter


2.  Elf visit in the night

Elron stood in the hall outside Peter's apartment in the run down
tenement build so long ago that it had long past its prime.  This
assignment was a toughie -- and the old man would surely be checking up
on how he did.  He shook the remaining slush off his boots and parka and
walked through the triple bolted door.  Yes, the kitchen and family room
were to the left so the bedrooms must be to the right.  There was no
doubt which was the boys' room; the << No gRils alLoWEd! >> sign said it
all.

Elron walked though this door also and looked about the room.  It was a
typical boys' room -- messy.  The bed by the door had the smaller body
so that must be Jimmy.  He was sleeping soundly although not dreaming of
sugar plums.  Fierce, bloody battle after battle surged through his
king/general's mind.  That must be Peter over there.  He was dreaming
also; a bit sad though.  His nose was pressed against the shop window
and he was dripping yearning for the wonderful machines on display.
Wondrous and beautiful bicycles.

Elron gently shook Peter.  This was a very delicate operation.  The boy
awoke with a startle.  Elron put his hand over the boy's mouth; "Be
quiet Peter.  We don't want to wake Jimmy."  Peter's first though was
that someone had broken in; what could they want with him?  "I'm Elron,
Peter, Santa sent me in response to your letter."

SANTA!? Peter screamed inside his head.

"Yes, Santa.  He actually read your letter personally and I've been
assigned to take care of it and you.  I'm an elf.  Let's go to the
kitchen so the others won't hear us."  Elron removed his hand,  stood up
and walked through the door as Peter watched with saucer eyes.

HE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR.  Pete got up and tried that and failed.  If
this was a burglar he was not any ordinary burglar.  After opening the
door Pete walked down to the kitchen where Pete was sitting at the table
with can of dad's beer.  "You have the milk and cookies, Peter."

Pete just started at the visitor.  He sure did not look like any elf he
seen before.  They were always in green tights and red jackets with
silly hats and pointy shoes.  This guy had a leather jacket, jeans and
square tip boots.

"Pete, I'm really an elf working with Santa.  I'm not in my class-A
uniform like when working the malls or department stores.  Yes, the old
man, er, Santa really took a personal interest in your letter.  He
doesn't have time to read the millions he gets but he read yours."
Elron took out the letter.  "It's very unusual Peter.  Did you really
mean everything you wrote?  Think carefully for it very important.

"Yes." said Pete with honest simplicity.

"Santa expects one other thing, Pete.  He expect that you be good this
coming year.  He's known boys for a long time and does not expect you to
be perfect but good."

"I'll try, Elron.  Really I will."  Pete paused a bit and both took
another swallow of their drinks.  "Do I have to cry, Elron?"

"You don't have to, Peter, but you will.  Actually we want your tears on
your letter.  Sort of like signing your name in blood."  Pete nodded and
wondered and the elf answered.  "No promises for this year Pete.  I'm
only in the customer service department.   You realize that this a very
busy night for the shipping and delivery departments.  I can assure you
it will get you a clean start for next year though."

Peter stood up and Elron moved his own chair away from the table.
"Whenever you're ready."  Peter removed his pj's; first the top and then
the bottom.  He bravely walked over to Elron who guided him over his lap
and grasped hm tightly about the waist.  He gently patted the cute boy
buns which had never been spanked.

"Go ahead, Elron, I'm ready." he said bravely.

SPANK.  Pete was surprised at the noise and feeling.  It hurt but no
more than when he and friends traded punches or fought.  Elron smiled at
Pete's thought.  Elron no longer worried about the noise because of the
magic shield.  A half dozen more SPANKS and Pete was warmed up.  Then
Elron began the spanking in earnest.  Methodically, he spanked the boy's
bottom with hard SPANKS until Pete understood what a spanking was deep
inside his soul.  He began to cry.  Elron continued to SPANK for a few
minutes more until the boy was completely broken.

Elron held the boy for sometime until he stopped crying.  "Wipe your
tears on the letter, Pete." ordered Elron.  He then helped him into his
pj's.  "Now to bed, young man."

Elron walked out through the door as Peter watched.  Back at his
reindeer, he took out the communicator and reported in.  He wished he
rated a sleigh even just a two-reindeer one as he mounted up and went
off to his next assignment.

Peter watched a Elron fly by on his reindeer and got into bed.  It did
not take very long for Peter to learn that spanked boys sleep on their
tummies.


3.  The morning after the night before

It was eight o'clock when Jimmy pulled off his covers and slapped his
butt to wake him up.  "Pete, wake up.  Dad said we can not open presents
without you."  In the family room the necessary greetings were
exchanged.  Peter held back Jimmy so that Jill went first.  He
remembered past years and it was better when she was occupied with her
own things when he and Jimmy opened their gifts.

Jill was happy with a couple of dolls.  They were in plain boxes wrapped
in plain tissue so they were not new.  She did not notice that though.
Jimmy dived for his box.  He got a Game Boy and a pack of action
figures.  Pete went for his box.  There was a can of bright red enamel
paint, a can of metal primer paint, some sandpaper and a paint brush.

There was a large tag with PETER in big bold letters but only attached
to a string.  Pete followed the string to the closet and opened the
door.  A real bike, truly in need of a paint job practically fell on
him.  "Looks like your size, Peter." said dad.

"It's beautiful!  Thank you very, very much." yelled Pete overjoyed.
"Look Jimmy, there are buddy pegs -- you be able to ride with me.

Dad reminded him that it would be a lot of work to fix it up but that
should be fun.

There was another box for Jill.  It was a locking diary with a voice
lock which delighted her.  "That will keep out spying boys." she
declared most emphatically.  Little did she know that it was her mother
that was the real spy and that there was a backdoor in the program
especially designed for snooping mothers.

Then they went through the usual bits of underwear, sox and gloves.  At
the very bottom was a small box like for a tie but relatively heavy
whose card said: "To Peter; From Santa." and an envelope addressed to
Pete.

"I though we went through everything we got, dear." whispered dad to
mom.  "Well, open it Pete and let's see what it is."

Pete opened the envelope.  It was a letter. << Thank you very much for
your wonderful and generous gift of a large lorry load of coal.  It will
keep us warm all winter. >> It was signed by the twenty boys of some
orphanage in Bosnia.  Only Peter understood and he did not say anything.

Then he peaked in the box.  It was a small, boy sized, paddle made of
leather about three inches wide and ten inches long.  He chuckled and
quickly closed up the box before his siblings could see it.  "Dad,
please keep this for me until I really need it."

Both Jill and Jimmy wanted to know what it was but he refused to say
anything but "It's a big boy thing and just between Dad and me.  I'll
tell you when you're older Jimmy."  He handed the closed box to dad.  

His dad peaked into the box and read the inscription (silently): <<
Peter -- for when you need a little extra help to be good -- Santa >>.
He also noticed the little imprint on the handle: << Made in Santa's
Workshops by Elves >>.

"Of course, son.  I hope that you won't need it."

"Me too, dad."

"Let's have breakfast." said mom.

It was only after sitting on the hard wooden chair did Pete notice that
his bottom hurt.

After they finished breakfast mom started to tidy up the mess from all
the presents.  The box that held Jill's dolls rattled so she gave it to
Jill.  It was a piece of coal.  Pete and Jimmy both had a good laugh and
Jill accused him of putting it there.

"Were would I get any coal, stup..., er, Jill.  You should remember that
naughty GIRLS get coal.

When he took off his pj's, a small card fell out of the pocket.  It was
Elron's business card.  On the back he had written: "I hope you like
Santa's special gift.  Be a good boy."  Pete knew that he was going to
be a good boy this year because there was not any doubt that there
really was a Santa.  He put the card in his wallet like a big boy.


4. The Test

Peter did very well for the next six weeks.  He managed to stay out of
both fights, the principal's office and not upset his parents.  It was a
few days before a class trip when he managed to mess up in school and
get into a fight.  The school never cared who's fault it was and the
note to his father was not good.  A note from school meant being
grounded for a week, period.  That would cause him to miss the class
trip and that made him very unhappy.  As he sat at his desk not really
getting his homework done he though about things.  Maybe there was a
way.  He then found he could really get his homework done.

At dinner, he asked dad if they could talk privately about 9.  By then
he knew that Jimmy would be in bed and Jill hiding in her room.  He also
asked dad to bring the box he asked him to hold until he really needed
it.

There was not any easy way to say what he knew he had to say.  Dad, I
been a pretty good boy since Christmas, haven't I?"

Dad nodded adding "Surprisingly good, son.  Your mom and I have been
wanting to tell you that."

Peter went on to explain his problem -- some missed homework and the
fight that generated the principal's note.  He then asked dad to sign
that note and the permission slip for the trip.  As expected, dad
hesitated at the second because of the school note grounding rule.

"That why I need extra help, dad.  Please use this" handing him the
paddle "and then sign the note."

Dad was a bit hesitant for he had never spanked his children.  "Where
did you get this idea, Peter?"

"From the old stories and you even you told how you got spanked by your
dad."  Then he let slip that Elron had spanked him on Christmas night
and that it did wonders."

"Elron?"

"He's an elf that works with Santa, dad.  That's who sent this."  He
held the paddle so that dad could read it.  "I think that it made a
difference."

"So you want me to spank you, Peter?"

"Need rather than want, father.  But please don't tell Jimmy or Jill;
especially Jill."

Dad looked at his son for a full minute before agreeing.  He moved the
chair away from the table and Peter stood before him.  Peter started to
open his belt but dad stopped him.  "Tell me why you're getting spanked,
son."

"Because I messed up at school and this will help me to do what I
should, dad."

"Very good, Peter." said dad as he reached for his son belt and opened
it.  Soon Peter's jeans and briefs were below his knees and he was
across his father's lap.  He did not struggle or resist.  This was the
first time that dad had seen his son's bottom like this.  He patted it a
few times then raised his hand and brought it down.  SPANK!  Peter
yelled but remained in position as dad watched the red hand print form.
Again and again he raised and lower his hand to turn the entire bottom
to a hot red.  Dad remembered when he was in this position a long time
ago and was proud that his son did not try to get away but accepted what
he was due.  He heard quiet sobs and knew how hard Peter was trying.  A
few more hard SPANKS and Peter let his crying go.

Dad held him while giving him a few light spanks.  Then he picked up the
little paddle and gave Peter six strokes.  He was a bit puzzled that the
first three really made Peter jump but the last three did not seem to do
anything.  "That's all, son." and lifted him up.

Peter stood between his father's legs and hugged him tightly as he cried
for a short time.  When he composed himself, he gave his father a kiss
and whispered "I love you dad." right into his ear.  Dad reached down
and gently pulled up his son's pants being very careful not to rub the
hot buns.

"Better go to bed now, son."

"Yes, sir." responded Peter and started for his room.  After a few steps
he stopped and returned to the dad at the table.  "I need these signed
for school tomorrow, dad, please."  As dad signed both papers, Peter
studied the paddle.  "This pack quite a wallop, dad.  The first three
really hurt.  Thanks for going easy with the last three."

"Let's hope that you don't need it again.  Good night, son."

"Goodnight, dad." and clutching the precious permission slip he dashed
off to bed.  Dad wondered why the last three did not hurt for he had hit
the same way all six times.


5.  Into the woods 
 
It was one of those "father and sons" special weekends.  Pete, Jimmy and
their dad had gone to the woods to hike, fish and camp.  It was a lovely
spring day and everything was great except one thing.  Peter got a
little rambunctious and played hide and seek for an hour.  Unfortunately
dad was not appreciative of the game having previously told both boys
that it was not safe.  Jimmy managed to stay put but it took dad more
than a half hour to catch his eldest son.  "I'm very disappointed in you
Peter." was all he said.  It was a very quiet dinner about the campfire
that evening.  After they had cleaned up, rather than telling the boys
to sit close to him dad told Peter that he had better get into his
sleeping bag.

Even Jimmy knew that things were not good.  "No story dad?" he asked
sadly.  Dad shook head.

Peter felt very bad.  He had spoiled the trip for everyone.  He walked
back to the log where dad and Jimmy were sitting. "Dad, may I tell Jimmy
a story."  Without waiting for an answer, he sat down next to his
brother, put his arm about him and started.

With the three of them watching the dying fire Peter spoke quietly.
"Once upon a time, not so long ago, not very far from this very spot,
lived a little boy named Peter."  As you can tell Peter has heard lots
of stories and knew just how to begin.

"Is this a true story, Pete?" asked Jimmy.  He always asked that
question.  Dad never answered it but Peter did.

"Yes, it a very true story.  And it's a secret story.  You must never
tell anyone else; especially Jill.  Promise?"

Jimmy held out his pinky which Peter hooked with his and promised.
Peter continued.  "Well, this boy Peter was a naughty boy.  He was so
naughty that he knew that he was on Santa's naughty list and would only
get coal for Christmas."

"Oh, Santa just for little kids."  Jimmy was beginning to know the
truth.

"No, Santa really real, Jimmy." Peter continued.  "But Peter had read
about how that could be fixed.  In the olden days, like when dad was a
boy, naughty boys could get a fresh start if they got spanked.  But
Peter's dad did not spank him when he was bad; he just got grounded and
no desserts and junk like that.  Like happens with us."  Jimmy nodded
knowingly.  "So Peter wrote to Santa and told him that he knew he was
bad and that he was sorry and that maybe he could get a spanking and
start with a clean slate.  Peter was not sure that there was a Santa but
on Christmas night a magic elf came and woke him up."

"Did he come on a sleigh with eight reindeer?"

"No, that's Santa himself.  He only rode a single reindeer and he looked
like anyone else expect he had pointy ears like Mr. Spock and could walk
right through doors."  Jimmy looked very skeptical.  "Well Elron, that's
the elf's name, had a long talk with Peter and then he spanked him.  It
was Peter's very first spanking and it hurt and Peter even cried like a
little kid.  Elron had explained that even big boys cry when they are
spanked.  In the morning Peter found a wonderful bike under the tree and
was very happy."

"Like the bike you got, Peter?"

Peter nodded.  "He also got a special paddle made for spanking boys from
Santa himself so that when he was naughty he could get his dad to help
him."

Jimmy looked very strangely at his brother.  "Is this Peter you?"

"Yes, Jimmy, this is my story.  I'm telling you this because I was very,
very naughty this afternoon.  That's why dad is so mad at me and it's
even spoiling the trip for you, Jimmy, and for dad."  The three were
very quiet for a few minutes.

"Dad, I need that special help, again."  Peter got up and walked to the
other side of dad.  Silently, he opened his pants and pulled them down.
He laid over dad lap with his head on Jimmy lap.  "Please hold me Jimmy
while dad does what has to be done."  There was nothing for dad to say.
Even though he really did not want to spank his son for he really
already learnt his lesson, he knew that Peter needed it to feel right."
He raised his hand and brought it down on the waiting buns with a loud
SPANK!!  Peter was very brave (and perhaps dad did not hit as hard as
the other time) as he was quiet.

Peter's bravado did not last long and soon he was crying.  But it was a
short spanking and when it was over Peter said down (carefully) by dad
and "Tell us a story, dad, please.  That the best part about camping."

Then, with his arms about his two sons, dad did exactly that until Jimmy
fell asleep.  Peter helped dad put Jimmy into his sleeping bag.

"That was very brave of you, Peter.  I'm very proud of you."

Everything was great for the rest of the trip.  Back home Jimmy wanted
to see the paddle after which Peter kept in their room although still
hidden from Jill.


6.  Discovery 

It really wasn't anything out of the ordinary at first but then it got
out of control.  These things happen regularly when boys are taken
shopping for clothes and mothers are impatient.  One word leads to
another and soon Peter said some very fresh and naughty things.  Mother
finished up as quick as she could and then went directly home.  Peter
was sent to his room to await his father's return.  The rules were
strict -- Peter was confined to be on his bed and without toys.  A
little latter Jimmy joined him, munching on a cookie.

"Mom's really upset with you, Pete."  Peter nodded.  "You're really
going to get it when dad gets home."

"I deserve it.  I should not have said those terrible things."  It was
then that Jimmy noticed that Pete was holding his special paddle.  "He
probably use this -- hard."

Jimmy took the paddle and stated at the inscription: << Peter -- for
when you need a little extra help to be good -- Santa >>.  "Have you
gotten it with this yet?"

"Only six strokes -- but it packs a real wallop.  Dad just used his hand
mostly."  Jimmy slapped the paddle against his palm.  "Not worse than
most things.  May I try it on you?" he laughed.

Peter also laughed.  "Sure, why not?  After dad gets finished with me I
won't even remember your little love taps."  He then dropped his jeans
and briefs and lay over the edge of the bed.  Jimmy slapped his palm
again and then his brother's butt just as easily.

The reaction was amazing.  Pete yelled and the spot turned red.  He did
it again, even easier but the result was the same.

"What are you doing, Jimmy?" demanded his big brother.  It took some
convincing that he had been very gentle.  Then they both looked at the
inscription again.  "It's MAGIC!" declared Pete, "Santa's magic.  It not
you Jimmy, it's the paddle.  It _knows_ what I need."  He handled the
paddle back to his brother and turned over.  "No need to wait for dad.
Go ahead Jimmy, let's get this over with."

Jimmy hesitated and then applied the paddle to his brother's bottom.  He
did not swing hard at all but Pete was soon crying and his bottom was
flaming hot.  Jimmy noticed that the paddle stopped hurting and stopped.
Pete cried for a while.

After a bit, Pete got up and laid prone on his bed with his notebook.
He wrote an apology to his mother and begged her forgiveness.  He gave
the letter to Jimmy to deliver and stayed on his bed butt up.

He was still that way when his father came in.  "Magic you say?"

"Yes, dad, Jimmy couldn't hurt me like this without magic.  It even knew
when to stop."

The boys stayed in their room until called for supper.


7.  The return of the elf

Elron walked through the window into the boys' room and woke Jimmy
first.  It was easier to get started since Jimmy knew about him and the
old man.  The important question was find out how Jimmy would verbalize
how he felt about dealing with his brother.  Satisfied with the answers,
Elron woke Peter so that they all could talk.

The three of them had a long discussion.  Peter was very happy to hear
how his little brother looked up to him more because he confessed and
got punished so that he could have a story.  Even tonight Jimmy was
impressed by how well Peter accepted his spanking.  Jimmy did have a
reservation -- although he did enjoy disciplining his big brother he not
relish hurting him.

Peter admitted that it felt strange but his brother had stopped when the
paddle indicated he should.

"Peter", asked Elron, "I would like you to give Jimmy your paddle and
then get into spanking position with your pj's down."  When Pete was in
position, "Give Pete a couple of SPANKS with the paddle, Jimmy." ordered
Elron.

WHACK.  WHACK.

"How does that feel Peter."

"Like a feather.  Certainly not like this afternoon."

"OK, Jimmy, try a couple of more."  Jimmy did so and then he howled.

"That hurt, Elron." whined Jimmy.

Peter got up and sat next to his brother.  You two have discovered the
special relationship that you both have with the paddle.  Jimmy has the
responsibility to make sure that you are always a good role model Peter
for him.  When he tells you to, you must submit so that he can spank you
with the paddle.  Now you both know that he can not over do it.  Of
course, you can always just ask him, like today, when you know that you
need it.  It is most effective that way." explained Elron.

"Jimmy, never forget that paddle is from Santa's and has his magic in it
and _knows_ when it is missed used.  In fact, it will let you know when
it should be used on Peter.  When Peter has earned a spanking the paddle
will look different to you for it will seem to glow.  Actually, Peter
will know too.  In some ways, you are Jimmy Cricket to your brother's
Pinocchio.  There one other thing," Elron continued, "Jimmy you are not
to shame your brother by either boasting or demonstrating before his and
your friends.  Remember that this is a paddle made by elves in Santa's
special workshop and not help you to be mean or nasty."

The boys sat together as Elron stepped part way through the closed
window onto the fire escape.  "Good night, my reindeer is on the roof."
A couple of minutes latter they could see him flying off into the
distance.  Although they could not have verbalized it, inside they knew
that they and the world has changed -- and for the better.

Eventually, they both got back to sleep.  Peter was dreaming about how
wonderful the next Christmas would be with lots of great presents under
the tree.  Jimmy, was back in his commanding warrior mode.  The
arch-rival chieftain was now his prisoner -- tightly tied, naked,
spread-eagle between two sturdy posts set deep in the sand of the beach
in the broiling sun sweat glistening over his entire body.  Conquering
Chief Jimmy, brightly glowing paddle in hand, marched purposely to the,
no, his captive.  Fear showed on the vanquished Chief Peter's face.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  December 10, 2001 and December 19, 2001

GeoCities killed my "Coyote's Den" web site.  I'm work on setting it up
on www.asstr-mirror.org and expect to be there soon. Most of my stories are in
Jimka's archive:
http://www.rdrop.com/users/mmsa/xxx/spank/author/author_y__lee_coyote.html
See Goldilocks stories at http://www.geocities.com/goldilocks1938/

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