Chanukah Presents

Chanukah Presents...a “Little One” story (M/f)

(Author’s Note: Sorry this wasn’t out in time for Chanukah (pronounced Ha-noo-ka) itself, but we hope everyone had a nice holiday season. Happy New Year...and enjoy the story. Comments are always welcome.)

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It was a week or so before the holidays. School had just let out. I was playing in my yard with Danny. He was okay, as boys went. He lived around the corner, and was in my class at school. He was the type of friend you had when no one else was around. I know that sounds terrible, but it’s true. If my other friends couldn’t play, I could always play with Danny.

He and I got along pretty well. Sometimes we fought, but then again, we were both seven years old. But sometimes our fights went beyond just squabbling. He could be mad at me or me at him and the other might not know it. For example, the last time I played at his house, we were drinking kool-aid by the piano. I had made him laugh and he spilled his into the keys. His mom was so mad.

I think Danny got upset because only he got in trouble that day. I didn’t think he would ever plot to get me in trouble, just to get me back. But I would soon find out differently.

“Hey, Danny, I can't wait til Chanukah. I'm getting the best presents,” I said proudly.

“You're guessing; you don't know what you're getting, any more than I do. They never tell you ahead of time, I know that,” he taunted.

“Yeah, but *I* know.”

Danny smirked. “Yeah, sure you do. Tell me another one.”

“Uh, huh, I just know. My parents are great, and besides I told them and showed them what I wanted so I bet they got me everything,” I said, trying to beat around the bush.

“Probably, sure, but you don't know. Besides, they never get *all* the stuff ya ask for; they always think of something better,” he responded.

“Nope, I know for a fact that they got me good stuff. I'll tell you if you promise not to tell,” I said, leaning close.

Danny leaned in close to me and I whispered, “I saw my presents...before Mommy wrapped them.”

Danny was shocked. His mouth opened wide and I just smiled, so proud of myself.

“Really?” he said. “How’d you manage that? My parents always keep them in the closet, on a high shelf.”

“Mine don’t. I was in the guest room, looking for something, and I saw them at the bottom of the closet in there.”

“Yeah? Are you allowed to be in there?” he asked.

I shrugged. I really didn’t know, so I didn’t want to tell Danny one way or the other. I told him the things I got, and he couldn’t believe it. Then soon after I had to go in for supper, so I told him I’d see him around.

The next day, while I was up in my room, my so-called friend Danny paid Daddy a visit. I found all this out later.

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When the doorbell rang, Daddy opened the door. When he saw Danny, he said, “Well, hello there, Danny. Are you here to see Sammie?”

“No, we played yesterday, Mr. Leonard. I came to tell you something important. But I don't know if I should, cuz it'll get Sammie in trouble,” he admitted.

Daddy looked down at Danny and said, “Well, is it something that I should know about, Danny? It is good not to want to get your friends in trouble, but if Samantha has done something wrong, I may need to know to help her avoid a worse problem later.”

Danny looked up at Daddy. “Well, I'm not sure, Mr. Leonard. He bit his lip and thought about it for a minute. “Hmmm, I guess I better tell you. You see, Sammie unwrapped her Chanukah presents and looked at them, and then wrapped them up again.”

Daddy looked at my friend in amazement. “She did? I'm surprised; she isn't usually sneaky like that. I will definitely have to talk to her about this.” He paused. “She told you about this, Danny?”

“Oh, yes, sir. We was talking about Chanukah starting in a few days and she was bragging that she got great presents. I didn't believe her til she told me she saw them and told me what they were.”

“Thank you, Danny. You'd better run along; I need to talk to Samantha about this. I'm sure that I will see you another time.”

“Uh, yes, sir,” Danny said, sort of smiling as he walked away. Boys can be so dumb.

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I was up in my room when Daddy called up to me, “Samantha, would you come here please?"

I ran down and saw Daddy sitting on the living room couch. “Yeah, Daddy?”

“Samantha, Chanukah is coming soon. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “Uh huh, I can't wait. Me and Danny were just talking about it the other day.”

“I see. Well, you know how we like your presents to be a surprise, right?”

I wondered if Daddy could possibly know. I started to turn away. Nah, how could he! I turned back. “Uh huh, Daddy, so?”

“Samantha, I'm not going to beat around the bush. Did you unwrap your presents to see what they were ahead of time?”

I looked at Daddy shocked. “No, of course not, Daddy. I would never do that.”

“Are you sure, Samantha? Very sure?” he asked, almost like he didn’t believe me.

I nodded emphatically. “Why would you ask that, Daddy?”

“Well, Samantha, come with me,” he said.

Daddy led me over to my Chanukah presents, which were sitting out by the fireplace. He showed me how some of them had torn paper, and others were wrapped all kinda funny, like a little kid did it.

“You see this, Samantha? Now tell the truth, you unwrapped them to take a look, didn't you?”

“I see it, Daddy, but I didn’t do it,” I said. “Honest,” I added. “I don’t know that that is a lego set. Ooops.” I covered my mouth quickly.

Daddy just stared at me. “You don't know, do you? Oops indeed. You are in big trouble, young lady. Not just for unwrapping your presents, but for lying to me. You are going to be punished, right now.”

Before I had a chance to think about what was happening, Daddy grabbed my ear and pulled me upstairs to the bathroom. It hurt and I couldn’t even think straight.

“Owwww, DADDDDY! But I didn't open them, honest!” I said.

I was afraid to tell Daddy that I saw my presents before they were wrapped. I’m not sure why. Surely he wouldn’t be mad about that. But then again, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be in the guest room. Oh, I didn’t know what to do. I would just have to try to get out of this punishment.

“Samantha Karen, you might as well stop lying; it won't help you,” Daddy said, as we reached the bathroom. He made me sit down as he reached for the soap.

“DADDDDY, nooooo! Waaaaaaah, I didn't lie,” I tried. “I didn't open themmmm, I just guessed is all; it looked like a lego box!” I whined, as Daddy stuck the soap into my mouth.

“I see you need an extra long soaping this time. Now hold it until I say you may take it out,” Daddy said.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. My own Daddy didn’t believe me. Then again, would I believe me? After all, I did know it was legos. I thought about this as I waited for him to take the soap out.

“Samantha Karen, I'm surprised at you. Sneaking around to look at your presents, then lying about it to me, and keeping up the lie like this. You have acted in a very naughty way this time,” Daddy scolded.

I was crying hysterically and actually choked on the soap. Finally after an eternity, Daddy let me rinse. I knew what was coming next, and for once, I didn’t deserve it. “Please don’t spank me. I didn't do it, Daddddy!” I cried, as he led me to my bedroom.

“Samantha, stop trying to lie your way out. You have a sound paddling coming, and you are just making it worse.”

“But Daddy, I didn't open my presents, honest!” I screamed in his face.

“Don’t scream at me, young lady,” Daddy said.

I was completely distraught now. I don’t think I could have told him what really happened even if he asked. And even if I did manage to get the truth out, he probably wouldn’t believe me.

“But Daddy, I didn’t do it,” I cried.

“I'm afraid that just isn't true, Samantha, no matter how much you wish it was.”

I watched shocked as Daddy pulled down my pants and panties, lifted me over his lap and reached for the ruler. I have absolutely no idea where that thing came from, but I wasn’t liking this turn of events one bit. I didn’t even know how to make it stop at this point.

“NOOOOO!” I screamed as Daddy raised his hand and brought that awful ruler down hard on my backside.
{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}

I was screaming and crying, “DADDDDY! I didn't!”

{Crrackk} {Crrackk} “Samantha Karen, {Crrackk} {Crrackk} you will {Crrackk} not {Crrackk} lie to me {Crrackk} like this {Crrackk} over and over.” {Crrackk}

I was already sobbing hard and my bottom was on fire. “I didn't, Daddy, honest, waaaaaaaah!” I sobbed.

I didn’t know what to do. This had never happened to me before. Sure, I tried to get out of spankings before, but usually they were ones I deserved. This time, however, I didn’t, and I was at a loss as to what to do about it.

{Crrackk}{Crrackk} “You did, {Crrackk} young lady, {Crrackk} and you know {Crrackk} you did. {Crrackk} Stop lying; {Crrackk} you are only {Crrackk} getting in deeper.” {Crrackk}{Crrackk}

“Owwww, yes, Dadddy,” I said, not knowing what else to do. Maybe if I apologized, he would stop and it would be all over. “Please stop, Daddy, I'm sorrrry!” I cried.

But he didn’t stop. The spanking and the lecture just went on and on. I tried to pay attention, but I was feeling so miserable.

{Crrackk}{Crrackk} “And in addition to lying, {Crrackk} you will not {Crrackk} unwrap presents or sneak around {Crrackk} spoiling surprises. {Crrackk}{Crrackk} I am very {Crrackk} disappointed in you, {Crrackk} Samantha Karen.” {Crrackk}{Crrackk}{Crrackk}

“Owwww, yes sir,” I cried. I hadn’t even done anything, yet I was feeling so sorry. Amazing how that happens like that.

Finally, Daddy said, “All right, your spanking is over, Samantha.”

Daddy let me up and I stood, rubbing my bottom and crying hysterically. I danced around trying to put the fire out in my bottom. “Daddddy, that hurrrrrrrrt!” I cried loudly.

“What you did hurt me, unwrapping the presents, and then lying about it, over and over. You deserved that spanking, and I hope you have learned your lesson. Now I love you, and I always will, no matter what, but I am very unhappy with the way you acted, and how long it took you to admit it. So I want you to have some time to think about this. You are going to spend the rest of the day in your room, and you will be going to bed early, without supper,” Daddy added.

My eyes widened in shock as Daddy proclaimed no dinner for me. I couldn’t believe it. I must have been a truly naughty kid to deserve such a harsh punishment. But wait, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Was it too late to tell what really happened? I didn’t know what to do.

Daddy gave me a quick reassuring hug before he left the room. I turned and lay down on my bed. I still wasn’t sure what to do.

After a while, I thought I should tell Daddy what had really happened. Most likely he wouldn’t punish me again. That had been an awfully hard spanking. I peeked my head out the door.

“Daddy? Can we talk now?” I asked.

Daddy heard me and came in. “Yes, Samantha? What do you want to say?” he asked.

I didn’t know where to begin. I was feeling very uncertain. “Daddy? If I did something bad and didn't tell you, would you be mad?”

“Well, I would not be happy. Both because of what you did and because of your not telling me. But, if you tell me on your own I will always be less upset then if I find out, particularly if you lie about it.”

I bit my lip and tried to think where to begin. “Well, Daddy, I did something by accident. But I was afraid to tell you.”

“It is usually better to tell me about accidents. If it is a real accident, you won't get in trouble, unless you were careless. Even then it will be less trouble than if you tried to hide it.”

I took a deep breath and started to open my mouth. Just then, we heard Mommy come in the front door.

“Hello!” she called out.

Daddy went to my door and peeked out. He yelled down, “Up here, hon, in Samantha’s room.”

We waited til Mommy joined us. She saw my red-rimmed eyes as she leaned it to kiss me. “What happened, Samantha? Did you get in trouble today?”

I nodded. Mommy shook her head. “Honestly, Samantha, Chanukah is coming soon. Couldn’t we go a few days without you being punished?”

“Speaking of Chanukah, Denise, did you notice how Samantha’s presents were wrapped? With the funny paper, and some were ripped on the end?” Daddy said.

Mommy laughed. Daddy and I both just looked at her. “Yeah, I did that,” she admitted.

Daddy was shocked. “Excuse me?” he said.

“Yeah, the two different kinds of paper on some of the presents?” Mommy stated. “I ran out of one kind halfway through, so I decided to make them decorative, if you could call it that,” she said with a chuckle.

Daddy looked at me and then back at Mommy. She still had no idea what was going on.

“So what’s so serious in here? What happened?” Mommy asked.

Daddy sat down on the edge of my bed. He looked at Mommy. “But if you, uh, umm,” he began, looking at me. I just sat there, not knowing what to say. “Samantha, what were you about to tell me before Mommy came in?”

I took another deep breath and began. “Well, Daddy, I found my Chanukah presents before Mommy wrapped them,” I said.

Daddy just sighed.

I continued, “I didn't mean to. I was looking for something and I found them. I wasn't gonna tell you, cuz I know how much you like them to be a surprise.”

“Little one? Is that how you knew that the box had legos in it?”

I nodded, trying not to cry. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't wanna ruin Chanukah. Are you mad?”

Daddy shook his head and opened his arms. I went into them and he hugged me tight to him. “Oh, little one, no, of course I’m not mad.”

Mommy was completely confused. She looked at Daddy and at me. Daddy sniffled. I looked up at him. He looked as if he were about to cry. “What’s wrong, Daddy?” I asked.

“Little one, did you tell anyone about knowing what your presents were?”

I sobbed. “Well, I told Danny, Daddy. But he told me he wouldn't tell.”

Mommy just sat there as Daddy comforted me. “Did you tell him that you unwrapped them, maybe?” Daddy asked, hoping.

I shook my head no. “Uh uh, Daddy.”

“Oh boy,” he said. He turned to Mommy. “I guess I really goofed.”

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on here?” Mommy declared.

Daddy held me and said to Mommy. “It seems I punished Samantha for something she didn’t do. I thought she unwrapped her presents, looked at them, and then rewrapped them.”

Mommy nodded. “Oh, honey. Because of the mismatched paper?” she asked.

“Well, that, and...” Daddy stopped.

“And what, dear?” Mommy asked.

That’s when Daddy told us what Danny did. I was fuming mad. I wondered why he would do such a thing to me. Maybe he was jealous cuz I was getting better presents than him.

“Little one, I need to go call Danny’s mother. I will be right back and you and I will talk. Okay?” Daddy asked, wiping away at a few tears that were lingering on my face.

I nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”

Mommy stood up. “Come on, Sammie, you can help me make dinner while Daddy is on the phone.”

I looked at Daddy. He had said no supper for me. “Go ahead, little one. It will taste better if you help make it,” he teased.

I smiled. I knew Daddy was trying to make up for what he did. I went with Mommy, as Daddy went to call Danny’s mother. I know this isn’t nice, but I hoped Danny got in major big-time trouble.

Later on, when the dinner dishes were put away, and my bath was over, and I was in my pajamas, and Daddy was tucking me in, I looked at him and said, “Daddy? Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, little one, what is it?” he asked.

“Daddy? I felt bad that you didn't believe me earlier,” I said. I mean, I knew I should have cut him some slack. He had tried so hard all evening to make it up to me, but when you’ve been spanked for something you didn’t do, it was hard to even sit, let alone forgive people very easily.

“I'm sorry, little one. I should have listened to you better. You never stick to a lie like that, do you? But you have lied often in the past, which makes it harder to tell. Still I should have known better, and I’m sorry.”

“I guess it’s okay. Daddy, did I ruin Chanukah?”

“No, it was an accident, and anyway, the real thing about Chanukah is how we love each other and get together and have a good time, not the surprise. That isn't ruined or anything like it.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Little one, I'm sorry that I spanked you so hard and so long, and that I soaped your mouth. That was mostly because I thought you were lying over and over, and that isn't like you, so I was particularly severe. I should have realized that it wasn’t like you, and checked further. I'm really very sorry.”

I looked at him. “It’s okay, Daddy, everybody makes mistakes, right?”

“Yes, I guess that's right. I'll try to remember that a little better next time I think you have made one.”

“I guess I should have just told you what happened right away. But I was scared, Daddy.”

“Little one, I don’t ever want you to be scared to tell me anything, understand? Even if it might get you in trouble. This time it wouldn’t have, anyway, but you didn’t know that. You aren’t afraid of your daddy, are you, angel?”

I shook my head. “No, Daddy, I’m not scared of you. I guess I was just scared I might be in trouble.”

“Well, I guess we both learned something today, didn’t we?”

I nodded. Daddy leaned over, kissed me and finished tucking me in. It had been a very long day.

I found out the next day that Danny had gotten a big spanking. I hate to say this but I was really glad. Hmmm, this was not over. I would have to find a way to get Danny back, but good.

The end.