A Merry Christmas to all! I realize it's Saturday but we have a wonderful new Fantasy Friday story today. Yes, I should have had it up yesterday, but I've had trouble knowing the day of the week it's been for a few days now. No problem I know you'll enjoy it just as well over the weekend.
The night before Christmas
The preparation for Christmas day was finally finished and Sarah got wearily into bed. She was just dozing off, when a movement at the end of the bed startled her. She looked up to see a large dark figure sitting at the end of the bed. Before she could scream with fright a hand was gently laid on her and a voice said, ‘don’t worry, you have known of me since you were a little girl. I’ve just stopped by for a chat.’ He switched on a light he was carrying and she saw a familiar sight, the red robes of Father Christmas. ‘Who are you?’ she gasped.
‘You know who I am, we just haven’t met in person before. I decided we needed a proper chat this year.’
‘That’s nice…….I think,’ said Sarah.
‘I don’t climb down chimneys or that kind of nonsense, but I do like to check on people, and drop by if I think it will help.’
‘I don’t see how you plan to help me’ responded Sarah with a nervous laugh. She was trying to make sense of what was happening, was she dreaming?
‘Oh, I’m sure I can,’ said Father Christmas, ‘I’ve been keeping an eye on you’.
‘Really?’ Said Sarah, she wasn’t sure if this was good news or not.
‘I have, but tell me, how do you think the past year has gone?’
‘Oh, so, so’, she whispered nervously. ‘I don’t think I’ve done anything terrible’ she said, with another nervous laugh.
‘Of course you haven’t,’ he said gently. ‘You want to be good, and you worry a lot when you don’t manage it, but you do have a terrible habit of putting things off and causing yourself a lot of anxiety.’
‘Eeeek! How did he know?’ Thought Sarah.
‘Ha, yes, though that isn’t likely to change now, I’ve had the habit too long!’ She was beginning to feel a little bit defensive. Who was this guy to judge her!
‘I’m not judging you’, he said, as if he could read her thoughts. ‘You cause yourself a lot of misery and I want to help, if you want to be helped?’
‘You can work miracles then can you’, she replied a bit sarcastically, though she was trying not to get angry.
‘No, I can’t,’ he said gently again. ‘I can help you to make better decisions though, if you want me to’?
‘And how do you plan to do that’? She was still feeling a bit defensive.
‘I’m going to give you the spanking of a lifetime, you will feel cleansed, forgiven, and energised,ready for a new start. I’m going to give you the confidence to begin again and develop some good habits in the new year.’
She looked at him, how did he know, all those longings to let go of the past and start afresh?
‘I’ve known for a long time’ he said, answering her thoughts again. ‘This year I decided you are ready to acknowledge your longings, and accept the help I can give you. Am I right?’
This felt so weird, this guy knew her deepest desires, yet, instinctively she trusted him.
‘Yes,' she said, though her heart was in her mouth. She just knew that if she said no he would go and she would regret it forever.
‘All right,’ he said, ‘let's get started. Jump out of bed and take your pyjama bottoms off.’
He led her to the corner of the room and as she stood there he talked to her about all her little foolish habits, the ones that left her feeling anxious and unhappy. He told her that she was worth more than that, and she had it in her to change if she chose to. As he finished the lecture he led her back to the bed and pulled her across his knee.
‘This is going to hurt,’ he said. ‘But you need it don’t you?’
‘Yes sir, ‘she said in a small voice.
He began with his hand and the spanking she had so often dreamed about became all too real, it hurt!
‘Ow! No, this hurts!' She shouted.
‘Of course it does,’ he said sternly. ‘There’s a lot of silly behaviour to deal with. Stop fighting and accept it.’ Soon her bottom was red and burning all over, he paused and fumbled in his pocket.
‘This is a magic strap’ he said, as he began again, though the sensation was very different from his hand. ‘It wipes the slate clean, while leaving a deep impression.’
Oh no, this was really burning now. It felt like it was going on forever. She was yelling and struggling but he held her in a firm grip. After a while she let go and began to cry. She sobbed as he continued steadily strapping her bottom. Eventually he stopped and he rubbed his hand across her burning globes.
‘Now Sarah’ he said gently, ‘I’m going to watch your progress with interest. This is a fresh start, you are going to be kind to yourself and starting slowly, develop some good new habits aren’t you?’
‘Yes sir,’ she said through her tears.
‘Into bed now, and sleep well.’
‘I come in other guises at other times of the year’ he warned. ‘Happy Christmas.’
She settled down, feeling calm again now despite her burning bottom, and fell asleep.
Sarah woke to Christmas day, what a strange dream she had last night, it felt so real. She turned over in bed and as her bottom touched the bedclothes she winced. Surely it must have been a dream? She got out of bed, noting that she was only wearing her pyjama top. She turned round and looked at her bottom in the mirror, it was sore looking, with patches of bruising.
She smiled to herself, sitting down was not going to be comfortable today, but what a lovely Christmas gift, a fresh start with a sore bottom! ‘Happy Christmas’ she said to herself.
Thank you Alice! It was a great story and I appreciate you writing and sending it in. We always love a new story. If anyone has a Fantasy Friday for us, please, please send it in! You can send it to firstname.lastname@example.org