Space, the final frontier
These are the voyages of Chris Cringle and his sleighHis lifelong mission to deliver Christmas packages
To seek out believers no matter how far they roam
To boldly spread Christmas cheer as far as his top will allow him
Santa’s log Stardate 2312.25: It has become increasingly
challenging to deliver all my presents since human kind has moved out into
space. Though magical technology has
allowed the reindeer and I to traverse the Alpha quadrant of our galaxy at warp
speeds many times greater than those of the fastest starships in the fleet, I
still have a hard time getting my run complete on time to be home by my curfew
on Christmas day.
I’m dictating this log while lying on my stomach in
bed. My poor butt is glowing brighter
than Rudolph’s nose and it’s all the fault of that Brat James T. Kirk and his
Vulcan Top, Spock! Okay it’s really not their fault at all, but they are at the
centre of the reason I’m in this position.
I had been doing very well on my deliveries and had finished up the Martian colonies, Alpha Centauri, Andor, and five Starbases; my next stop was to be a brief visit to the Starship Enterprise before heading on to Deneb. However my visit on the Enterprise ended up being anything but brief!
Using our cloaking shield, the reindeer and I slipped
unnoticed into the shuttle bay. I turned
on my personal shield which assured that none of the crew would see me as I
moved about. I grabbed my sack and
headed off to drop gifts to all the good crewpersons, and burnt out dilithium
crystals (the modern equivalent to coal) in all the naughty crewpersons
stockings.
As I was moving along the corridor my ears picked up on a
very familiar sound, but not one I would expect to hear on board a starship. I know I really should have ignored it, but
I’m embarrassed to admit that my curiosity got the better of me. I slipped invisibly through the doorway and
was greeted by a sight most surprising!
Captain James T. Kirk was stretched out quite naked over
the lap of Commander Spock and Spock was giving the captain a spanking of epic
proportion. Jim’s butt was the colour of
those poor red-shirts whose existence is so short lived, and he was wailing out
his apologies to the man whaling on him.
The sight and sounds were so familiar to me that I could
not help myself as I stayed to watch.
How many times over the centuries had I been in Jim’s position? More
than I could manage to count. Certainly
I knew that other men lived in relationships like mine with William, but I had
never actually witnessed another being spanked like this.
Jim’s apologies seemed to have no effect on the Vulcan
and I began to wonder if he was as emotionless as I’d heard their race to
be. However just when I was beginning to
think I should do something to stop it, I saw a change in Spock’s face. The firmness of his mouth softened and a
slight look of sadness appeared in those dark eyes.
Jim had gone completely limp and was sobbing piteously as
the spanking ended. Spock stroked his
back and with one hand and with the other he reached forward and tenderly
touched Jim’s face. He spoke a single
word “T’hy’la” and Jim’s sobbing stopped.
Jim turned his face to look up at his chastiser, “I love
you.”
“And I you.” Spock replied as he pulled Jim up into his
arms. Like a parent would cradle a
child, he kept the sore butt from touching anything.
I’d heard of Vulcan strength but to see it in action was
something else. He held Jim’s full
weight without the slightest sign of effort and he kissed the captain with
great tenderness.
I was about to turn and leave when I noticed Jim wrapping
his arms around the Vulcan’s neck and turning the tender kiss into one of
passion. After a moment Spock pulled out
of the kiss and looked at Jim. “You are
incorrigible. I gave you a most thorough
spanking only moments ago and now you desire sexual congress?”
Jim grinned wickedly.
“You know heat in my backside always turns me on. Come on Spock, do me, please. I need you inside me; I need to feel you’ve
forgiven me.”
“You know that once your spanking is complete that
forgiveness is yours. However,” a small
smile tugged at the corners of the Vulcan’s mouth, “if you need me to give you
physical reassurance then I am more than willing to oblige.”
Spock lowered Jim, who then climbed on his hands and
knees on the bed with his bright red butt up in the air he gave it a sassy
wiggle.
I know I should have left then, it would be reprehensible
of me to stay, and I’m ashamed to admit that I did just that. The sight of the Vulcan stripping off his
clothes drew me in, he was lean and yet well-muscled. Where Jim’s skin was fair and surprisingly
hairless, Spock’s was olive toned and dark hair covered his chest and narrowed
down to a treasure trail that lead the eye to a cock that could only be
described of as magnificent. Though I
had seen thicker, I don’t believe I’d ever seen longer and it had a double
ridged head with no foreskin. I don’t
know if he’d been circumcised or if that was the natural state for a Vulcan,
but whichever it was Spock was certainly well endowed. Fully erect I’d have guessed it to be close
to twelve inches.
As Spock knelt up on the bed behind Jim, realization of
what I was doing hit me. I was certainly
no peeping Tom and I was suddenly ashamed of myself for watching this very
private and intimate moment between these lovers. I quickly fled the room and ran back to my
sleigh and reindeer. I was half way to
the Denebian colony when I realized that I had left the Enterprise without
leaving their presents. I had to turn
around and finish my job.
Once again I landed my sleigh and slid stealthily along
that same corridor, passed the captain’s quarters and on to leave the gifts
under the tree in the large recreation room.
I was just completing my job when I heard the sound of the doors opening
behind me. I know I had put a temporary
seal on them so I would not be disturbed so I was quite shocked that they had
opened. However my shield should render
me invisible to anyone so I had nothing to fear, or so I thought.
I was more than a little surprised when Spock entered the
room and was shocked when he looked right at me, there was no doubt he was
making eye contact with someone he should have been incapable of seeing.
He stared at me for just a moment, and then raised a single eyebrow. “I believe that I find myself in the presence of the legendary character of Santa Claus?”
I nodded slowly, “yes I am he who is known as Santa
Claus, though my friends call me Chris.
How is it that you can see me?”
“I am Vulcan, I could sense your strong emotional
presence. From there I was able to
adjust a scanner to detect you despite the advanced technology of your cloaking
device.”
“I’m sorry if my emotions disturbed you Mr. Spock. I will attempt to contain them when I am near
Vulcans in the future.”
Spock raised his eyebrow again, “You know my name.”
I smiled, “you are half human, and it is my job to know
the names of human’s wherever I go.”
“Is it also your job to spy upon humans during private
moments?”
He knew! My face flushed hotly and I tried to come up
with a reasonable explanation. “Well you know how it goes, ‘he sees you when
you’re sleeping, he knows if you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good’
etcetera, etcetera.”
“And so you believe seeing Jim being punished is a part
of ‘how it goes’?”
“No,” I answered ashamedly. “It is not, I…well I…let’s
just say that I’ve been in Jim’s position on many occasions and I allowed my
curiosity to get the better of my judgement.
I owe you both a sincere apology.
I’m afraid my husband would find my behaviour worthy of a spanking of
equal proportion. I feel extremely guilty and ashamed for what I have done.”
Spock’s expression softened at my admission. He tilted his head and gave me a bear hint of
a smile. “I suggest that you talk with
your husband when you return home. I am
certain that he can help you with those feelings.”
If anything my face flushed a deeper shade of red, but I
knew that this Vulcan understood only too well, how to deal with a brat in my
position. “Thank you Mr. Spock I will be
sure to talk to him.”
“Then Mr. Claus I will bid you good night.”
“It’s Chris, Chris Cringle.”
“Very well Chris.
I believe the appropriate greeting would be Merry Christmas.”
I laughed, “Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas to you Mr. Spock
and please give my best wishes to Jim as well.
There are some special packages under the tree for each of you.”
I returned to my sleigh to my team gave a whistle and
away we all flew like….well you know the rest!
When I returned home, over an hour later than my curfew
that morning, I had to face a worried William and then add to his concerned by
telling him the story of my encounter on the Enterprise. Which is why I find myself dictating my log,
with a glowing red butt, lying on my stomach in bed on Christmas morning. Though my butt may be sore, my heart feels
light, William took care of me as he always does. Only thing that I regret is that I never did
find out why Jim was in so much trouble with his husband.
~*~
Christmas morning onboard the U.S.S. Enterprise, Jim
examined the contents of the package which had been labeled ‘To James Kirk,
from Santa’. Who could have given him
such a gift? Spock vehemently denied
being ‘Santa’ but who else would know such a thing would be useful to the
Captain of this Starship? A large tube
of C.C.’s Numbing Lotion, guaranteed to take the sting out of the sorest butts
in the galaxy!
The End.
