The Way Christmas Newsletters Ought To Be

By Ben Holiday

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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It was about a week after Christmas and Mrs. Benson’s eyes lit up as she read one Christmas newsletter after another. She had so looked forward to this which was very unusual.Normally she would balk at the thought of perusing these wordy masses of drivel, but not this year. She tackled the pile with more enthusiasm than ever before. She was so glad her idea from last year had taken off in such a big way. Before she read the next one, she thought back to what started it all.

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Two years ago, about a month before Christmas, Mrs. Benson had been writing her newsletter. She had been deciding which pictures to include when she just came to a stop. She stared at the computer screen and realized what an extremely boring missive this was. In fact, all the newsletters she’d ever written over the years, she now acknowledged, probably caused incurable ennui in their recipients. She knew other people’s forced her to yawn after just a few seconds. There had to be a way to make them more interesting.

She put her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. Then a thought hit her. She lifted her head back up grinning wildly. She finished her mind-numbing task (yes, she knew for one more year people would have to endure the tedium that was her newsletter as she would theirs) and mulled over how she would approach this with her husband. When he came home that evening, they had a long talk. Mr. Benson finally came on board with the idea and the following year she had so much fun. Her two sons thought very differently about the year and the newsletter.

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When Mrs. Bensons’s sister, Nancy, received last year’s Christmas newsletter she nearly fell out of her chair. She read it with her mouth wide open and her eyes drinking in every picture vividly recording it to memory. Her two nephews, 12-year-old Jake and 15-year-old Brenden, as usual, were in the pictures. In fact, they were the only ones in the pictures; neither of their parents appeared in any of them.

Mrs. Benson had dedicated the newsletter entirely to the sports activities of her two sons not referring to anything else that had happened that year.

Each picture was accompanied by a few sentences, but Mrs. Benson doubted many people would pay much attention to the information. For what Mrs. Benson had in mind, she had had to do when no one else was around. This created a few problems, but she and her husband found times when the necessary locations were free and devoid of other people. They figured the general populace wouldn’t take to Mrs. Benson’s newsletter idea just yet. However, she was quite confident her family and friends would readily embrace it. She was to be proven correct.

Nancy stared wide-eyed at the first picture which showed Jake on the soccer field. While normally an avid fan of soccer, Jake did not look happy. He had on his soccer shirt, socks, and cleats. It’s what he didn’t have on that caused theembarrassed look etched on his face.He had on nothing between his shirt and his socks. His face burned red which showed up luminously in the photo. His mother was delighted to think what these pictures would do for her newsletter. She had made Jake pose in a variety of ways on the field most of which showed off his cute bare butt. Her favorite, though, was Jake as the goalie throwing the ball back out as this had his hands above his head which resulted in hiking his shirt up high enough to show his penis and balls hanging there unobstructed. The picture turned out to be a favorite of quite a few others as well.

Another set of pictures showed Brenden at the batter’s box wearing his batter’s helmet and nothing else. As with Jake, Brenden’s face showed no joy and burned a brilliant red. He was holding his bat up looking as though he was awaiting the pitch. It didn’t help that his mother had made mention of another “bat” that seemed to be coming up itself. Brenden’s boner added to his humiliation. Nancy chuckled as her sister had put her “bat” comment in the description for the picture.

Jake’s next picture involved him wearing only a pair of goggles. Mrs. Benson had such fun posing the embarrassed lad on the diving board and in the water. Her camera was water-proof so she got some great underwater pictures chuckling as his penis and balls wobbled about rhythmically with the motion of his legs as he glided through the water.

Mrs. Benson’s favorite picture overall probably had to be Brenden in his football uniform, or, the part of it she let him wear. He looked stunning in his helment, his shoulder pads, and nothing else. She couldn’t get enough of his bare butt as she posed him several different ways including as though he was the quarterback just getting ready to throw the ball. This pose gave a very nice view of the mortified boy’s penis and balls.She began to think football ought to be played naked by all the boys. She decided the school would save money, too, since, if all the boys’ faces glowed as vividly red as did Brenden’s, they wouldn’t need to turn on the field lights at night for the games. They’d probably draw a much bigger and far more enthusiastic crowd as well.

There were several other sports pictures, but one of the funnest ones for Mrs. Benson to re-pose at an opportune time was her two handsome sons playing Frisbee at the beach, albeit this time without their swim trunks on. As with the other picture taking sessions, the boys’ father had to threaten and actually spank the boys—resulting in Jake and Brenden each sporting two sets of red cheeks for the pictures—to get them to comply with their mother’s wishes. Nancy noted with some amusement that her sister had included a couple shots of the results of the spankings as well.

Mrs. Benson remained quite tickled while photographing the boys’ bare butts and their flopping privates as she had them run around the beach naked tossing and catching the Frisbee. She never saw two boys run so quickly to the safety and cover of the car when she finished the pictures. She did notice on her trek back to the car, that she and her husband hadn’t been quite as vigilant as they had been elsewhere about making sure no one was around. But the three old ladies out for a late evening stroll on the beach looked as if they had enjoyed the show very much. Mrs. Benson returned their appreciative smiles knowing they weren’t going to cause any trouble.After some explaining, Mrs. Benson gladly took their mailing addresses as the ladies decided they, too, would like to receive one of her newsletters this year.

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Back to the present time, Mrs. Benson grinned as she saw the pictures of her friend’s three boys at the Grand Canyon. While the boys’ parents were smiling and looking like they were having the time of their lives, the three boys had crestfallen looks on their very red faces as they stood naked next to their parents in the picture. Mrs. Benson wondered how her friends got away with taking the picture thinking it might’ve been tough to pose with nobody around considering the popularity of the Grand Canyon that time of year. She chuckled slightly as she enjoyed the beauty and humiliation of these three naked boys. Her newsletter last year starring her embarrassed, naked sons had been such a huge hit that many of her family and friends responded in kind, loving the idea, just as Mrs. Benson had hoped. And they came up with so many different ideas for posing their boys naked. She smirked at the one of the other common characteristics—besides the boys being naked—in every photo: the very crimson glow of the embarrassed boys’ faces.

Mrs. Benson, with much more enthusiasm than ever before for the task, picked up the next newsletter to see two naked and embarrassed brothers washing the family car followed by other chores being done by them in the buff. As she read on, she smiled as she began formulating what theme she would use to pose Jake and Brenden for next year’s nude-sletter.

(The End)