Yes, and Krampus shows another side of himself.

Krampus brought the paddle to John’s ass. He lifted it back and gave the red cheeks a nice soft pat.

“One.” John spoke tenderly. His breathing was heavy in anticipation. That first strike was soft, but each strike would only get worse. He took a breath, preparing himself, as he felt the paddle rest again on his cheeks. They left, and came back with more **** than the last. This time is was more of a gentle smack, but still not really much **** behind it.

“Two.” John braced himself again. This time when the paddle came down it was a proper smack and John gave a proper yelp. “Three!” he spat out before the moment passed. He had to keep counting or else the demon behind would only start again and continue to smack his ass harder and harder.The paddle came down again and this time the smack rung through the air.

“Four!” The next smacks came faster one after the other. Smack. Smack! SMACK!

“Five! Six! SEVEN!” The last smack had come hard and fast and had left John’s cheek as quickly as it came. The sting set John’s ass ablaze like fire and he had to clench his teeth from crying out. The demon took a moment to wait before continuing. He placed a hand on the boy’s tender ass, admiring his work.

“Beautiful.” Krampus licked his lips. “Now, are you ready to continue? Yes or no?” John didn’t answer right away. He took a deep breath before shuddering out.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” Krampus egged on.

“Yes… Sir.”

“Good boy.” The demon grinned. He raised the paddle high and slap John’s left cheek, then the right. The two back to back smacks nearly pushed John over the edge. He tried to shout out the numbers but they caught in throat for a moment.

“Eight! Ni Ni Nine!” He belted in desperation hoping he wasn’t too late. He breathed his way through the fire in his ass waiting for the demon to give him the final smack. But it didn’t come. John looked over his shoulder at the demon who was smiling devilishly.

“That last one was a little slow.” Krampus spoke. “Maybe I should start over.” He patted the paddle into his palm as he looked into the corner of his eye with a look of mock contemplation.

“No! Please no sir! I counted like a good boy!” John pleaded, tears welling in his eyes. His ass felt like a bonfire and he didn’t think he could take much more of this. The demon looked at him and tsked his tongue.

“I don’t think that good enough boy. Back to one.” John’s heart sank at the words. “But, I’ll make them quick. Rapid fire back to nine. If you can keep up with the count, I’ll give you the last smack and we’re done deal?”

John was speechless. He wanted to protest, but knew that doing so would only draw him more punishment. He closed his mouth and, sniffling, nodded.

“Good boy. Ready?”

John nodded his head, and in a split second there was a loud smack. Quickly John shouted out “One!” Krampus was true to his word and each smack came quick like gunshots from pistol. John struggled to keep up, but managed to shout off the number with each one. Finally came number nine. The paddle smacked across John’s cheeks and he cried out.

“Nine!” John was a mess. Tears streaked and dried down his cheeks and he sniveling mess. He hid his face to the ground, and feeling of deep embarrassment and shame over taking him. But he felt a clawed hand grabbed his face and was **** to look the demon in the air.

“Breath.” Krampus said.

“Wha?” John sputtered out.

“Breath, you’re alright. This is for your own good, but you need to breath.” Krampus’ tone had change almost completely. It was firmer but not as wicked either. It was strangely affectionate, like a firm but gentle guiding hand. “Breath.”

“I,” John said through tears “I ca, can’t”

“Yes you can, John. In through you nose out through your mouth.” The instruction were simple and again given in that guiding tone. John did his best to follow the orders, and soon had calmed down enough where his tears at least had stopped. Though his body to shook and tremored.

“One last smack now, and the punishments over. Can you do that?” Krampus spoke. John took one last breath before nodding yes and Krampus laid him back down into his position. The paddle rested again on John’s cheeks sending a small heat through them. They left, and John braced himself. But the smack didn’t come. John waited there his body clenched, but the paddle still didn’t come back down. Finally he relaxed, maybe Krampus had changed his mind?

But as soon his body had left it’s tensed position the paddle come down with it’s loudest , hardest smack yet. John cried out the number ten. But it came out shakingly as the tears came back in full ****. The pain and burning in his ass was like nothing he had ever experienced. He rested his forehead on the ground a shuddered and trembled.

Two hands grabbed him and led him into a strong embrace. The demon laid it’s lips gently on John’s forehead and spoke softer than it had all night.

“Good boy, you did so good for me.” Krampus rocked the still shaking John until he calmed down enough to stop the tears and to regain control of his breathing. All the while the demon spoke gentle words “You’re okay, I’ve got you. Just come down gently.”

John listened to the words and as his body relaxed into the demon’s arms, he laid his head down on it’s strong, muscular, hairy, chest. His head was light and he could almost barely make out what was happening. It was almost like he was floating.

“You were such a good boy.” Krampus lifted John’s chin so they were looking into each others eyes. “Now are you ready for your reward?”