Ghost Patrol Christmas Surprise
(Public nudity, spank, oral, humil, nc, Gbb/BBBG, Bbg/Bbb)
By Nialos Leaning
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts supernatural beings punishing preteen and teen boys and girls on Santa's naughty list with public nudity, sexual humiliation, and spanking. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material, or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story."
This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author doesn't advocate, condone nor personally engage in any such behavior.
This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material.
Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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This story is inspired by the late ThatStings' series Spirited Intervention available on the Reader Story Submissions page of my site www.asstr.org/~nialos
This story uses some concepts from those stories, but also incorporates many elements not found in ThatSting's stories. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of this story are all original and vastly different than those of Spirited Intervention.
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Ghost Patrol Christmas Surprise
By Nialos Leaning
"I do believe," said Santa, putting down his cup of hot cocoa, "that between us we'll make a significant dent in the number of names on the naughty list."
"Glad to be of help," said fifteen year old Ghost Patrol Lieutenant Monica, the commander of the seven ghost children meeting with the man in red.
"You always were my favorite mythical character," said the youngest ghost at the meeting, a nine year old boy named Timmy.
"There's nothing mythical about me," chuckled Santa, "I am very much real."
"Really real," chimed in the head elf, "like the kids say about your Ghost Patrol."
"I always believed in you," emphatically stated Timmy, "always."
"Figures," teased twelve year old ghost boy Justin, "that Timmy would still believe at age nine. Most kids I know stopped by seven or eight."
"Well, I did, and I do," emphatically replied Timmy. "I really do."
"So do I, now," Justin replied, feeling that to avoid possible repercussions he needed to state the obvious. He could hardly deny Santa's existence when that gentleman was right there in front of all of them. "But I didn't when I was alive and Timmy's age."
"Because you were stupid when you were living!" loudly retorted Timmy.
"No I wasn't," Justin just as loudly defended his honor.
"Timmy, Justin, enough!" boomed the voice of Dr. Nicholas, the adult ghost in charge of the ghostly delegation meeting with Santa at the North Pole. "This is a business meeting, not the playground."
"Sorry, sir," apologized Justin.
"I'm, sorry," Timmy likewise apologized.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be," replied Dr. Nicholas. "You've both earned a spanking, right now, right here."
"This is going to be interesting," Santa smiled to the three elves assisting him with the discussion. "I don't think ghosts can even feel pain."
"Oh yes, ghost kids most certainly can," replied Dr. Nicholas. "It's useful as a warning that they're doing something dangerous and as an unpleasant response to punishment."
"I see," said Santa. "You learn something new every day, even at my advanced age."
"Sergeants, please take care of their punishment," Dr. Nicholas instructed a fourteen year old ghost boy and thirteen year old ghost girl.
"With pleasure, sir," responded Greg. "These two deserve it; they've been teasing each other something fierce for the past few weeks."
"Driving us all crazy," Bobbi added her comments.
"Hey, what about us?" asked eleven year old ghost girl Evelyn, pointing to her ten year old brother and fellow ghost, Xavier.
"What about you two?" Dr. Nicholas teased the two preteen ghost siblings. "Do you mean what about spanking you two?"
"We didn't do anything!" declared Xavier in a somewhat too loud voice.
"Indoor voice," admonished Mrs. Harder, the other adult ghost in the delegation. When alive, she had been an elementary school principal with a reputation of being a very hard spanker, as befitted her name.
"Sorry," Xavier muttered his apology.
"Speak clearly," Mrs. Harder demanded, her school disciplinarian persona emerging.
"Sorry," Xavier again apologized, this time much more audibly without being too loud.
"I meant," said the exasperated Evelyn, "why don't we get to spank them? They've also been teasing us and other kids so badly that sometimes we cry."
"Because they're so mean when they tease," Xavier contributed his own complaint.
"I know that," said Dr. Nicholas. "I was only teasing you myself; you'll have your own turn with Justin and Timmy."
"Thank you," said Evelyn.
"Yes, thank you," added Xavier to Evelyn's thanks.
"Hope my teasing didn't bother you too much," Dr. Nicholas thought he should ask, just as a precaution.
"No sir," Xavier answered for himself and his sister. "When you tease us it's all in fun and not mean like those two are."
"I agree," said Monica, "when you tease us we all have fun with it. You're never personal or mean spirited."
"And you never put us down, or belittle us," Greg made his observations on Dr. Nicholas' notorious teasing of all the Ghost Patrol children under his supervision.
"And, that, Justin and Timmy," Dr. Nicholas as usual put in the last word, "is the difference between good teasing and bad teasing. All bad teasing gets you is a spanking, starting now. Greg, Bobbi, get on with it, please."
"Yes, sir," answered Greg. With a wave of the teen ghost boy's hand, Justin's clothing disappeared amidst an impressive flash of light and smoke. With another wave of Greg's hand, Justin was over the older boy's knee, ready for spanking.
"My pleasure, sir," Bobbi responded to Dr. Nicholas almost in unison with Greg. As with Greg, a wave of her hand saw Timmy's clothing disappear amidst bright light and smoke; another wave of her hand and the nine year old was bare bottomed over the teen ghost girl's lap for painful punishment.
In a twinkle of an eye, as Santa would later put it, both Greg and Bobbi had wicked looking tawses in their hands. Just as quickly, the two tawses solidly impacted upon the two exposed bare ghost bottoms. Bottoms that rapidly turned from white to pink to red to ruby hued to crimson tinged with purple bruises. Just as quickly, Justin and Timmy went from whimpering to sobbing to outright crying to screaming to incoherent banshee like sounds to indescribable ear splitting noises that had Xavier and several elves covering their ears.
Finally, the terrible spanking of the two ghost boys ended. But not their misery; Dr. Nicholas had Justin stand in front of Evelyn and Timmy in front of Xavier. Both punished boys were ordered to spread their legs wide and to keep their hands locked behind their heads. Once Justin and Timmy were in place, Evelyn and Xavier commenced raining the tawses down upon the two punished ghost's unprotected genitals. Ten gut wrenching strokes later, Justin's early pubescent sized genitals beneath a light small smattering of pubic hair and Timmy's hairless prepubescent little boy genitals were a very sore looking bright red, both sets of balls slightly swollen.
"Let that be a lesson, to both of you," Dr. Nicholas ended the punishment.
"Yes, sir," both ghost boys sobbed out as best as they could between their still ongoing screams and sobs.
"As additional punishment," Dr. Nicholas imposed more doom and gloom upon the two misbehaving ghost boys, "you are to stay naked for the next three days and for all your Christmas Eve Patrol assignments for Santa."
"But sir," Justin tried to tearfully protest between his still voracious crying, "we can't go on Patrol naked."
"Yes you can, and yes you will, and with red bottoms to boot." Dr. Nicholas again put in the last word. "It'll be a good visual reminder to the live children you encounter as to what can happen to them if they end up on Santa's naughty list."
"I do think you made the right choice," the head elf commented to Santa.
"Yes, indeed," answered Santa. "After the Patrol gets done this Christmas Eve and word gets around among the kids, I do believe we'll have many fewer names on the naughty list next Christmas."
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On Christmas Eve, Santa's sled lifted off from the North Pole accompanied by a thousand Ghost Patrol teams and their commanders. Each team consisting of three ghost children quickly peeled off to their first assignments.
"Team 492," Lieutenant Monica instructed the first of the two teams under her direct command, "your first assignment is three brothers ages fourteen, twelve and nine. The older two are constantly getting into trouble. The youngest adores his big brothers so even thought he knows better, he joins in their misbehavior. Their parents are at wits end as to how to end all this naughtiness."
"We're on it, chief," replied Sergeant Greg, the leader of the team that also included Evelyn and the naked Timmy with his red bottom shining so brightly. "Tonight we give the parents a present that will help change that behavior and the boys a present that will very much punish them for their actions."
"Good," Monica responded. "Now, team 493, first up for you is twin thirteen year olds, a boy and girl. They've been terrorizing the kids in their neighborhood, including a set of small for their age fourteen year twin boys.
"Not to worry, commander," team leader Sergeant Bobbi responded on behalf of herself as well as her teammates Xavier and the naked red bottomed Justin.
Bobbi's team, having less distance to cover arrived at their destination first. Bobbi appeared in the boy's room; Justin and Xavier in the girl's room.
"Tanya, wake up!" Justin's booming voice boomed across the room.
"Huh, what the fuck?" half coherently mumbled the still sleepy thirteen year old.
"Time to rise and shine, girl," Justin commanded in a loud but more normal voice. "It's time for your first Christmas present."
"Courtesy of Santa," the excited to be on his first mission ever Xavier expanded on Justin's statement.
Sitting up, the startled Tanya declared, "Santa's not real!"
"Oh yes he is," replied the giggling Xavier, "and he's sent us with a special present for you and your brother."
Wake enough now to realize she wasn't dreaming and there were two preteen boys in her room, Tanya demanded to know, "who the fuck are you two?" Pointing to Justin, she added, "and why are you naked?"
"I'm Justin, and he's Xavier," replied the blushing Justin, "the Ghost Patrol at your service."
"At Santa's service, actually," clarified Xavier, "delivering his present to you."
"We don't have the Ghost Patrol in Canada, and I think the stories from the states are just made up nonsense."
"Oh, the Ghost Patrol is real, alright," replied Justin, again blushing with the realization that in all the excitement he was now sporting a full blown ghost boy erection.
"And, starting now, we've expanded to Canada and many other countries."
"I don't believe you," responded Tanya. "Did the Bishkoff boys put you two are to this? And, I still want to know why Justin's naked in my room."
"I'm naked," Justin finally was forced to admit, "Because I'm being punished."
"Part of which is that his bottom has to be red at all times; when it isn't red, he's spanked till it is. Show her, Justin." Knowing he had no choice, Justin turned to show his freshly spanked bottom; a ghost boy bare bottom spanked red by Bobbi en route to this assignment.
"I still don't believe you, spanked bottom or not," stated Tanta with certainly. Reaching for her cell phone, she informed both boys, "If you don't tell me who put you up to this I'm calling the cops on you two perverts. I just might anyway."
Before her hand could reach the phone, her arm froze in place. "Hey, what'd you do, I can't move my arm."
"When the Ghost Patrol doesn't want you to move, you don't move," Xavier explained what numerous misbehaving kids had discovered over the past few months.
"There is no Ghost Patrol," Tanya once more stated her certainly.
"Tanya," commanded Justin, "take your eyes off my dick for a moment and take a good long look at Xavier's uniform." Xavier was dressed in full boy's Ghost Patrol uniform of white polo shirt with logo over the left breast and matching white shorts. When he turned, Tanya gasped at the ever changing pictures displayed on his back on either side of the large Ghost Patrol logo. In the pictures, she, her brother, and the fourteen year old Bishkoff twins Drew and Cole were naked with their bottoms and genitals showing. More shocking to her, in some pictures, all four of them were doing horribly disgusting sexual things to each other.
"A glimpse of your present from Santa," said Justin. "Now, we all must really get downstairs so we can start."
"Your parents are already waiting," said Xavier, "and if your brother isn't down there yet, our leader Bobbi will have Victor there soon enough."
"She's really good," Justin showed his pride in his sergeant. "And, we don't want to keep her waiting, so let's go." With a wave of his hand the live girl and two ghost boys were instantaneously transported to the family living room.
As promised, both Tanya's parents were present, sipping on cups of hot cocoa. So was Tanya's blushing twin brother Victor, wearing only his pajama tops. "To make him cooperate, I had to give him a quick demonstration of Ghost Patrol magic," Bobbi explained Victor's state of undress to the newcomers.
Once again, naked ghost boy Justin was blushing. This time brought on by the realization that thirteen year old Victor was much larger than himself down below in the genital and pubic hair departments. Victor clearly had a long way to go before he reached typical late teenager size, but he was just as clearly larger than Justin who himself was clearly comfortably beyond the prepubertal stage.
"Now that almost everyone is here," said Bobbi, "we might as well get these two ready for their present."
"Almost everyone?" inquired Justin.
"We'll waiting on the Bishkoff family," replied Bobbi. "While you two were dilly dallying with Tanya, Monica sent word that the Bishkoff twins were also on the naughty list for bullying. Their punishment is being combined with these two."
"A twin twin punishment," the giggling Xavier couldn't help himself punning.
"Exactly," the smiling Bobbi deadpanned. "Team 607 is preparing them, they should be here any minute, so let's have these two ready for their arrival." With that, she gave an exaggerated wave of her arm. Immediately, both the previously fully dressed in nightwear Tanya and the pajama top clad Victor were completely naked. Further, to both twins' horror, they were in a state of complete sexual arousal. Victor's dick was as stiff as it could be, pointing halfway up to the ceiling. Tanya's clitoris was blatantly poking out from between the lips of her lightly haired pussy. The nipples on her small still budding breasts were stiffly pointing straight out. Much as they wanted, neither profusely blushing twin could do anything to cover up; ghost magic was keeping them fully embarrassingly exposed.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Tanya's mother answered the door, admitting the entire Bishkoff family. Standing in front of their father, mother and smiling ear to ear eleven year old sister was the blushing somewhat small for their age naked fourteen year old twins Drew and Cole. Like Victor, both boys were sporting raging erections; erections more suitable on ten year olds then fourteen year olds. The family was accompanied by all three ghosts of team 607, a thirteen year old sergeant boy, a twelve year old girl, and a ten year old girl.
At the sight of the new set of naked twins, Justin smiled. Finally, he was seeing two boys, both older than him, with genitals much smaller than his own. The twins were definitely just starting puberty, still hairless, penises about midway within the most common size range for eight to eleven year olds, small round scrotums that if their dicks were not hard would just be barely visible.
"Bobbi," the sergeant of team 607 informed the sergeant of team 493, "my lieutenant and your lieutenant agreed this show's all yours."
"Well, then, let's get on with it," replied Bobbi. Immediately, all four naked teens found themselves bent over receiving a vigorous bare bottom caning. A caning that had them howling in pain long before the fifteen strokes each had ended. Immediately after the caning, tawses strapped their exposed genitals for twelve excruciating strokes each. Strappings that had them howling to the moon even more vociferously and furiously. This was followed by the tawses striking each exposed nipple six times, boy and girl alike. "Don't want to be accused of sex discrimination," joked Bobbi in explanation of the boys' inclusion in the nipple whipping.
Once the howling and dancing of the spanked teens died down, Bobbi informed everyone of the rest of Santa's present, as the parents thought of it, or punishment, as the teens thought of it.
"There are twelve days of Christmas," she began pronouncing the rest of their ordeal. "For you four, day one starts today. Justin, please explain their tasks during those twelve days."
"Gladly, Sarge," Justin gleefully replied. "First, for all twelve days you're as naked as you are now. You won't find any clothes until your time is up."
"It's freaking cold out there," protested Drew, "we'll fucking freeze."
"No you won't," Xavier interjected his knowledge. "With the help of our magic, you'll be warm even when outside. And watch your language, all four of you, or your punishment will be worst. There are little kids here, including me, who shouldn't be hearing such foul mouthed gutter talk."
"Listen to Xavier, he's right," said Justin. "Now, for day one, two, and three, all four of you must go to the houses of the kids you bullied so you can apologize to your victims. To show you mean it, Victor and Tanya will allow the kids they bullied, and Cole and Drew the kids they bullied, to spank them ten times. Then, all four of you will let the kids in that family touch you anyway they want for fifteen minutes. Xavier, please tell them the next part."
"With pleasure," replied Xavier, happy that despite his young age the rest of his team seemed to be going out of their way to make sure he was included. "On days four, five, and six, you will spend two hours a day at the park playground where you let any child who wants to do so to spank you six times and to play with your no longer private privates."
"By the way," Bobbi stated the rule, "it's a standard Ghost Patrol rule that anytime you cum, you have to loudly shout I'm Cunning! Failure to do so means an immediately spanking of your public parts."
"Public parts?" inquired Cole.
"Yes, what used to be your private parts," responded Bobbi.
"No way am I doing any of this," defiantly defied Tanya.
"You have no choice," replied Bobbi. "With our magic, you'll find you're doing it whether you want to or not. Justin, tell them about day seven."
"Day seven," Justin continued the punishment terms, "is New Year's Eve. All four of you, along with some other Patrol punished kids, will serve as naked staff at the family New Year's Eve party at the community center downtown. During the party, anyone can touch you, play with your public parts, and for bad service spank you."
"By the way," Bobbi added insult to injury, "everyone in your families, including grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, now have invitations and paid tickets to the party."
"Shit!" Victor thought to himself, preventing himself just in time from uttering the expletive out loud. His little preteen cousins who lived not that far away would have a field day exploring and spanking his and his sister's bodies.
"Now for days eight to twelve, you're back in school." Bobbi finished up. "You will do anything and everything your teachers and administrators tell you. If they want you to jerk off in front of your classmates, you do. If they want you to give each other, or other naked punished students blow jobs, you do so. If they want you to go the elementary school and sing silly songs while beating off, you do so. Your bodies are public property that any student, teacher or school official can explore at will. The school can spank you as often as they want, for any reason, or no reason at all."
"Is that all," asked the trembling Tanya.
"No," Justin answered for the Patrol. "Your parents and anyone they allow can spank and touch all they want; again for any reason or no reason. Santa's going to leave them some very nice spanking implements to use on you. Which they can use even after your twelve days are up, along with punishing you with naked days."
"I hope," said Xavier, reciting as planned his rehearsed lines, "that after you're finished with Santa's present that you don't do anything to be on his naughty list again next Christmas."
"If you are," warned Bobbi, "next year's present will be even worse than this year's."
"Nothing can be worse than this," Cole muttered to his twin.
"I hope not," replied Drew, "but I'm not planning to find out, if I can help it."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night," cheerfully said Bobbi as all six Ghost Patrol members disappeared in a cloud of magic ghost smoke, headed to their next assignment from Santa.
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Meanwhile, team 492 was having a jolly old time with the three naughty brothers.
"Who are you and why are you naked in my room?" nine year old Dennis demanded to know of Timmy.
"Ghost Patrol at Santa's service," replied Timmy.
"You're not the Ghost patrol," insisted Dennis, "you're not wearing their uniform."
"That's because I'm being punished," Timmy reluctantly replied.
"I still don't believe you," Timmy told the ghost boy.
"Well, believe this," said Timmy, waving his hand toward the little boy on the bed. Quicker than a flash, a suddenly stark naked Dennis found himself out of bed standing frozen in place facing Timmy.
"Okay, I believe you, Mr. Ghost," said an almost crying Dennis. "Can I have my pajamas back now, please?"
"Nope," answered Timmy. "You won't be wearing any clothing until the twelve days of Christmas are over."
"Why" asked Dennis.
"It's part of Santa's present to you and your brothers for being on the naughty list this year."
"I told those guys we'd be on the naughty list," Dennis informed Timmy. "They just laughed and said Santa and the naughty and nice list didn't exist; only babies believe that stuff."
"Well," said Timmy, "you're not a baby and you believe. That's good, it's made your punishment somewhat less than what Devon and Derek will get."
"Thank you, Mr. Ghost," Dennis sincerely replied.
"The name's Timmy," Timmy gave his name, "and I'm not a mister, I'm nine like you."
"Sorry, Timmy, I didn't know," replied Dennis.
"That's quite alright, I never told you so how could you know?" Timmy graciously replied.
"You said punishment," Dennis ventured a tentative negotiation, "do you have to?"
"Yes, I and my team have to," replied Timmy, "it's a part of Santa's present."
"I'm scared," shivered Timmy.
"Be afraid, be very afraid," Timmy said in the scariest voice he could muster. Immediately, little Dennis burst into tears. "Sorry, Dennis," Timmy tried reassuring the nine year old, "I was only having fun with you."
"But, but," Dennis sputtered out, "everyone knows Ghost Patrol punishments hurt real bad."
"Yes, they do, they're supposed to," Timmy confirmed Dennis' worst fears. "but they're nothing you can't handle, especially a brave boy like you. And like I said, your punishment won't be as bad as your brothers."
"Thank you," responded Dennis to this small piece of good news.
"You're welcome," replied Timmy. "Now, before we go downstairs to join the rest of your family for your present I do have a question for you."
"What is it?" asked Dennis.
"If," asked Timmy, "you knew what your brothers were doing was wrong and could get you in trouble, why did you join in?"
"Because," Dennis proudly proclaimed, "we're brothers and brothers stick together."
"So," countered Timmy, "if they were to..."
"I know," interjected Dennis, "if they were to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge, would I also? My mom says that all the time."
"Isn't quite the example I was going to use," said Timmy, "but you get the idea. Now, we really must get downstairs."
No sooner had Timmy stopped talking than Dennis found himself in his living room surrounded by his parents, his visiting staying overnight aunt and uncle and their two children, girls ages eight and eleven. Just after he appeared, to the continued giggles of his two cousins, Derek and Devon appeared, just as naked as he was. Devon, the oldest at fourteen was clearly well into puberty, with respectable mid-teen sized genitals and a good growth of still spreading pubic hair. To Devon's delight, twelve year old Derek was much smaller than he was in the genital department, but very much larger than the little boy sized Dennis. Contrasting to Dennis' completely hairless groin, Derek had a sparse lightly pigmented smattering of pubic hair growing above his penis, hair that was just barely visible in the right light when viewed at close range.
Team leader Greg wasted no time in commencing the introductory spankings. Similar to the spankings delivered by team 493 to Tanya, Victor, and the Bishkoff twins, Derek and Devon found themselves repeatedly being caned hard and long, for fifteen excruciating strokes. True to Timmy's word, Dennis's spanking was less severe, a somewhat less hard hair brushing totaling twelve strokes. When the spankings ended, all three loudly crying boys were prancing and dancing around the room, furiously trying to rub the fire out of their behinds. Fortunately, as they hadn't been bullies, defiant of adult authority, or disrespectful of those in charge of them, none of the trio were treated to a genital whipping.
"Now, boys, Listen up," Greg instructed the just barely able to concentrate bare bottomed brothers, "Evelyn is going to explain the details of the punishment that's your present from Santa."
"First," Evelyn began the boys' litany of doom, "you're naked for the next twelve days, at all times and all places."
"Good thing we live in San Diego," commented the boys' mother to her sister, their aunt.
"No way, you can't make me stay naked," Devon challenged this edict. No sooner did he speak than a thin ruler smashed into his balls, three very painful times. The immediately howling boy immediately doubled over in pain, clutching at his now very sore balls."
"No covering up!" shouted Greg, who with a wave of his hand had Devon standing up straight, arms at his sides.
"And, no disrespect or defiance to anyone," Evelyn stated in a normal volume voice. "Anytime, every time, you challenge, argue, defy, or disrespect, what just happened to Devon will happen to you. No questions, no debate, no second chance; your balls get smashed."
"Speaking of respect," Greg spoke of respect, "because of Devon's little outburst, as a sign of respect, anytime any of you are in the presence of females, regardless of age, your dicks will be hard, starting now." Instantly, to the renewed giggles of their two girl cousins, all three naked brothers had very stiff boners. Little Dennis' hard penis almost touching his stomach as it pointed straight up at the ceiling; Devon's pointing at an acute angle toward the ceiling; and Derek's at only a slightly less angle than Devon's.
To Timmy's dismay, his own little dick had joined Dennis's in pointing upward; he was becoming so horny thanks to a little magic from Dr. Nicholas, that he badly wanted to play with his hard on, but knew that if he did so here during a mission he would be in very serious, and painful, trouble. His bare bottom was still glowing red from the pre-mission spanking Greg had administered to him; he had no intention of finding out what other painfully sore colors they could turn it to.
"The good news," Evelyn gave the dubious good news, "is that you don't have to do anything to get your little dicks hard. If a female is around, they will spring up all on their own."
"It's not fair," whined little Dennis, "Devon was the one who said he wouldn't stay naked, not me and Derek." Without warning, the ruler immediately smashed into Dennis's tiny balls. Not as hard as with Devon, and only once; but that was enough to have him screaming loudly and hopping around clutching his aching balls.
"What did I say about no covering up," Greg demanded to know. Without waiting for an answer he continued, "From now on, anyone who covers up for any reason will get an immediately caning and some ruler hits to their balls. So, don't do it anymore." That pronouncement was enough to motivate Dennis to remove his hands and stop his jumping about, but not his crying. Timmy was smiling at Dennis' compliance with Greg's orders; the nine year old, despite his pain and discomfort, was indeed proving that he was somewhat of a brave boy, bravely taking his punishment.
"Now a special treat for you naughty boys," Evelyn continued her litany, "everyday for the next twelve, your parents will give you two spankings, times and places of their choosing. They can also spank you as many other times as they want, with or without a reason. Santa's going to leave under the tree a nice collection of spanking tools, including canes, straps, tawses, paddles, and hairbrushes, for them to use. They can spank your bare bottoms, your no longer private privates, or both. Once the twelve days are up, they can still spank you for any misbehavior and make you spend time naked; so can your schools."
"Tell them the best part," urged Timmy, anxious to see Dennis' and his brothers' reactions to the worse part of their present.
"You guys are going to love this part," Greg not so reassuringly reassured the bare bottom brother brigade.
"To show everyone how much you three stick together," Evelyn delivered the worse of the worse news the boys had ever received, "for the next twelve days three times a day for at least thirty minutes a time you will give each other blow jobs."
"What's a blow job?" asked the genuinely perplexed Dennis.
"It means, twerp," said the flabbergasted Devon, "that we have to suck each others' dicks."
"That's yucky," declared Dennis.
"Yucky or not," you have to do it," Timmy made sure Dennis realized that there was no getting out of this task, yucky or not.
"I won't do it, I'm not a fag!" Derek shouted out his defiant protest, heedless of the consequences his brothers had suffered to their still hurting balls for their defiance. Consequences his own balls immediately felt as the ruler rained down hard, not once like with Dennis, or three times like Devon, but five very powerfully painful times, each blow forcing a nearly glass shattering screeching scream of absolute agony from Derek's mouth. When the havoc upon his balls ceased, the twelve year old was rolling around on the floor in a tight ball, cradling his injured boy parts. But not for long, as Greg's ghost magic soon had the howling boy standing up, clenched fists at his sides.
"I should punish you for covering up," Greg told the cowering Derek as the ruler again appeared in front of his balls and the cane behind his bare behind. "But, it being Christmas Eve and all, I'm cutting you a break this time only."
"Thank you, sir," the crying Derek cried out his thanks.
"I don't like it one bit," said Devon, quickly adding so the ghosts would realize he wasn't protesting, "But I'll do it. I don't see where we have any choice."
"You're right, you don't have any choice," confirmed Greg. "First session starts now."
"How can we do this?" asked Devon, "there are three of us, so a sixty-nine won't work." He blushed at the look his mother gave him at the mention of "sixty nine." She thought her eldest was too young to know about such things; at least prior to this well deserved long overdue punishment. Santa had answered her letter in which she asked for something, anything, to help discipline her unruly boys, especially the older two, Dennis being mostly a follower of his bad influence big brothers and not an instigator. Not only had Santa answered, he had wildly exceeded her expectations; expectations that were non-existent since, as most adults, until now she herself hadn't believed in Santa.
"You don't sixty-nine," Evelyn gleefully explained, "you daisy chain. Like this." And like that, the three boys, their dicks still hard in respect of the females, found themselves on the floor, cocks in mouths. Derek, with his mouth engulfing Devon's dick and his legs angling away from his older brother's head, was busily sucking on the fourteen year old's dick. Dennis bridged the two older boys, sucking on Derek's dick while Devon sucked his.
"Keep going for the next thirty minutes," instructed Greg. "No stopping, no matter how many times you cum or the boy in your mouth cums."
"And," added Evelyn, "there is not to be any spitting out; if the boy you're sucking shoots, you swallow and then continue sucking."
"Each time you do this," Greg added to the instructions, "you switch positions so by end of the day you've each sucked off the other two."
"Just to keep it interesting," Evelyn told the not so interested by now moaning boys, "for two of the times you do this each day it has to be where at least five people can see you; only one of those two times can be here at your house; the third time has to be outside where at least ten people can see you."
On and on the sucking when, to the growing distress of the boys as their dicks and mouths grew sorer and sorer from the relentless non-stop sucking; sucking that didn't pause after orgasms, creating much discomfort to post orgasmic super sensitive dicks. Dicks that didn't remain post orgasmic for very long as the constant sucking triggered orgasm after orgasm. Derek was not the least bit fond of his older brother's thick white ejaculate; he considered it nasty and dearly wanted to spit it out, the ghosts' warning the only thing preventing him from doing so. For now, fourteen year old Devon didn't reciprocate his younger by two years brother's feelings about the taste of ejaculate since Dennis' dick was a dry cummer all the way. For his part, the nine year old Dennis didn't enjoy Derek's thin watery spurts at all, deathly afraid that somehow the fluid might be at least partly urine.
When Evelyn called time, Devon had shot off three times, the last very weakly; Derek came four times, the last dry; and Dennis had five very strong dry cums.
Once the boys were back on their feet, faces blushing as red as their recently spanked bottoms, Evelyn began finishing up the list of misfortunes that befell boys on Santa's naughty list. "Derek and Devon, three times a day you have to masturbate in public until you cum; same rules as for your sucking sessions. That is, for two of the masturbations, at least five people have to see you; only one can be here in the house. The third one has to be outside in front of at least ten people."
"What does masturbate mean?" Dennis asked.
"It means play with your penis until you cum," said Timmy, who felt like he had become the nine year old's mentor for his Twelve Days of Christmas punishment. "But, it's not part of your punishment, so you don't have to unless you want to."
"Us brothers stick together," Dennis declared his loyalty to his two big brothers, "if they do it, I do it."
"You can if you want," Timmy appeased the pouting little boy, "all I'm saying is that you don't have to if you don't want to."
"I will," Dennis again exclaimed his faithfulness.
"Your brotherly love is touching," Greg commented, "and we are glad to see it. You wouldn't believe the number of siblings we have to deal with because they fight like cats and dogs."
"What's siblings?" inquired Dennis.
"It means," Timmy took on the explanation, "a kid's brothers and sisters. Devon and Derek are your siblings."
"All three of you are community property," Evelyn gave the last item on the list. "That means your parents, any adults they give permission to, and any kid who hasn't graduated high school can touch your body anywhere they want, as much as they want, any way they want. For Derek and Devon, that's all the time, at all places except during class."
"Dennis," Timmy gave the little boy a bit of genuine good news, "each day you're only community property for any two hour period that your parents choose. They can add a second two hour period if they want, especially for misbehavior, so Dennis, please be good for goodness sake."
"I will," Dennis promised his new found friend, Timmy the naked red bottomed ghost boy.
"How long do we have to do all this stuff?" asked Devon. "Some things you said twelve days, others you didn't say how long."
"Everything's for twelve days," Evelyn clarified the punishment length. "That means you'll be back in school before your time ends. When at school, you will do anything and everything your teachers and administrators tell you to do, no matter how embarrassing it is. They, like your parents, can spank as much and as often as they want."
"Your present is for twelve days," said Greg, "unless you mess up by refusing to follow orders or do what the punishments require or are defiant or disrespectful to anyone, including other kids. If you do any of those things we'll make it longer and much worse."
"One more thing," Greg brought the proceedings to a conclusion, "each and every time you cum, except when sucking off someone, you most loudly shout I'm Cumming. That's a standard Ghost Patrol rule that we're not allowed to change."
"That sucks," said Derek, taking a chance that his comment wouldn't be taken as an act of defiance or disrespect. He held his breath for a few seconds, anticipating the appearance of the ruler ready to again smash his balls. Luckily for him, the ghosts took the comment as intended and the ruler did not materialize to do its dastardly deed.
"That finishes our business here," Derek jovially told the assembled room. "We have many more naughty boys and girls to take care of tonight, so goodbye for now."
From within the cloud of smoke that suddenly engulfed the ghosts, all could hear Greg's cheerful "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
The End