Für Ehre und Glorie

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

The three of them waved at the children and Lutz waved with the rythm of the song with a big smile on his face. As soon as they were otu of sight and they couldn’t hear them anymore, Lutz took of his hat and wig and scratched his head. “God this wig is so itchy.”

Krischan had to chuckle. They walked to the car and Krischan got off his horse, taking off the beard. “What do you think of the beard? I had to resist the urge to keep scratching my face.” He petted his horse and turned to Kees. “Thanks for helping again. That was very kind. It sure made them believe it was real.”

“Heh yeah:” Lutz chuckled. “TO be fair I almost believed it myself, you were extremly well in character.” He snorted. “Ah this was a great evening!”

“I think so too.” Krischan smiled. They packed everything up and drove towards hom. Well ‘home’ being Kees’ place where they could take care of Krischan’s horse until he went back to his own farm.

However, the two Germans decided to pay the van leeuwen house another visit the next day, but now just as themselves, because Tim probably had some gifts for them too. Lutz knew Maaike definitely had one for him.

Kees had to giggle at the two brothers, it was endearing to see how they had bonded so much over playing these characters. He couldn’t help but scratch his head as well when he took off the wig. “Heh, it’s really no problem. Although I would’ve loved to see you in character too, Krischan.” He started to chuckle, he wondered what ‘Sinterklaas’ would’ve said about him.

The next day, it wasn’t as tumultuous in the house as the previous day, but the children were still very much hyped about their gifts. Well, most of them at least. Ruben’s gift wouldn’t last long of course, as it’s just some chocolate. Tim was surprised when he heard the doorbell, he had completely forgotten that the two brothers would come over and didn’t even prepare any coffee! Quickly, he got up from his chair, placing Leentje back on the floor (she had been bothering him to sit on his lap to play with her new plushie) and walked over to the door to open it for Lutz and Krischan.

Lutz grinned when Tim opened the door. “We’re just here for the gifts.” He snorted, but that earned him a hard nudge from Krischan. “I’m just kidding of course!” He said more to Krischan than Tim. 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Before Krischan could step outside, he saw the toddler running towards him and hug his leg. It was endearing to see, so he knelt down and grabbed her tiny hand. “Of course I will come back next year. I come every year and I’ve never skipped one.” he smiled and petted her head before standing up again.

Lutz had already stepped outside and saw Kees standing there. “Oh you ran out of pepernoten? Don’t worry I got some more!” He quickly ran over and pushed a handful into Kees’ hand. “We got enough now i think for the way home right?”

Now Krischan also walked outside and smiled at Kees. “Poor Ozosnel, of course I’d come back.” He walked to his horse and petted it. “He loves pepernoten you know that.” he chuckled.

With those tender, reassuring words, Leentje smiled brightly and felt overjoyed to have her head petted by the one and only Sinterklaas. Excitedly and with sparkling eyes, she ran back to her father and wanted to be picked up by him, which he of course did. And… was that a small kiss on her cheek even?

Meanwhile Krischan had gotten on his horse. “Alright Pieten. Are we ready to depart?” he asked and quickly Lutz turned around, holding the bag over his shoulder.

Krischan had to chuckle. They walked to the car and Krischan got off his horse, taking off the beard. “What do you think of the beard? I had to resist the urge to keep scratching my face.” He petted his horse and turned to Kees. “Thanks for helping again. That was very kind. It sure made them believe it was real.”

“Heh yeah:” Lutz chuckled. “TO be fair I almost believed it myself, you were extremly well in character.” He snorted. “Ah this was a great evening!”

“I think so too.” Krischan smiled. They packed everything up and drove towards hom. Well ‘home’ being Kees’ place where they could take care of Krischan’s horse until he went back to his own farm. 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Before Krischan could step outside, he saw the toddler running towards him and hug his leg. It was endearing to see, so he knelt down and grabbed her tiny hand. “Of course I will come back next year. I come every year and I’ve never skipped one.” he smiled and petted her head before standing up again.

Lutz had already stepped outside and saw Kees standing there. “Oh you ran out of pepernoten? Don’t worry I got some more!” He quickly ran over and pushed a handful into Kees’ hand. “We got enough now i think for the way home right?”

Now Krischan also walked outside and smiled at Kees. “Poor Ozosnel, of course I’d come back.” He walked to his horse and petted it. “He loves pepernoten you know that.” he chuckled.

With those tender, reassuring words, Leentje smiled brightly and felt overjoyed to have her head petted by the one and only Sinterklaas. Excitedly and with sparkling eyes, she ran back to her father and wanted to be picked up by him, which he of course did. And… was that a small kiss on her cheek even?

Meanwhile Krischan had gotten on his horse. "Alright Pieten. Are we ready to depart?" he asked and quickly Lutz turned around, holding the bag over his shoulder.

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“Well, yeah, of course we do. Although our stash has been reduced by quite a bit.” Lutz explained.

“You would not believe the appetite of these guys.” Krischan said softly with a little chuckle. Lutz just gave a small pout.

“But I meant for the way from here to the steam boat. it’s still quite a ride after all and I’m the one that has to walk.” He paused. “N-not that there’s anything miss with that. So uh… can I have some?” He held out his hands.

Tim cracked up hearing about the appetite. “Well, you do have acquired quite the legion of Pieten throughout the years, Sint.” He grinned, then walked over to the table, taking not only the pepernoten, but also a good portion of the filled speculaas with almond paste, some taaitaai pieces, and borstplaat pieces which he all dumped into Piet’s hands.

However his attention quickly shifted when Tim dropped all the goodies into his hands. “Oh my, that’s a lot of pepernoten! A-and speculaas and oh, taai taai!” He licked his lips and did :mmmh: sounds. “I can#t possible hold all of this!” Indeed he was struggling to hold everything in his arms and a few pepernoten dropped to the floor. “Wait if i just eat some now-” He stuffed a few into his mouth and continued to speak with his mouth full. “Then I stuff the rest int he bag whcih is empty now.” And so he did. The bag was clean after all, they had just bought it a few days ago and only the presents had been in there. Piet Lutz put the bag over his shoulder and was still chewing pepernoten. “Oh, yes of course I’ll share some with Sinterklaas.” he almost said ‘old man’ thankfully he could correct himself.

“Alright.” Krischan looked at him and then at the children. “it’s time to go.” he waved at them. “Bye bye children, till next year.”

“Byee!” Lutz also said after gulping down the pepernoten. They both waved and walked outside. Where… by all means they had managed to get a real horse - Krischan’s horse. Another Piet was waiting there and had been taking care of the horse. They wanted it to be convincing after all. Kees was luckily very kind to help out. 

When it was time really time for Sinterklaas and Piet to go back home, Leentje started to bounce on her spot at first before she ran up to the saint to hug his legs. “Sinterklaaaaaaas! U komt echt volgend jaar weer?” She asked the Goedheiligman, her eyes absolutely pleading him to calm her down.

Lutz had already stepped outside and saw Kees standing there. "Oh you ran out of pepernoten? Don't worry I got some more!" He quickly ran over and pushed a handful into Kees' hand. "We got enough now i think for the way home right?"

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“Well, yeah, of course we do. Although our stash has been reduced by quite a bit.” Lutz explained.

“You would not believe the appetite of these guys.” Krischan said softly with a little chuckle. Lutz just gave a small pout.

“But I meant for the way from here to the steam boat. it’s still quite a ride after all and I’m the one that has to walk.” He paused. “N-not that there’s anything miss with that. So uh… can I have some?” He held out his hands.

Tim cracked up hearing about the appetite. “Well, you do have acquired quite the legion of Pieten throughout the years, Sint.” He grinned, then walked over to the table, taking not only the pepernoten, but also a good portion of the filled speculaas with almond paste, some taaitaai pieces, and borstplaat pieces which he all dumped into Piet’s hands.

However his attention quickly shifted when Tim dropped all the goodies into his hands. “Oh my, that’s a lot of pepernoten! A-and speculaas and oh, taai taai!” He licked his lips and did :mmmh: sounds. “I can#t possible hold all of this!” Indeed he was struggling to hold everything in his arms and a few pepernoten dropped to the floor. “Wait if i just eat some now-” He stuffed a few into his mouth and continued to speak with his mouth full. “Then I stuff the rest int he bag whcih is empty now.” And so he did. The bag was clean after all, they had just bought it a few days ago and only the presents had been in there. Piet Lutz put the bag over his shoulder and was still chewing pepernoten. “Oh, yes of course I’ll share some with Sinterklaas.” he almost said ‘old man’ thankfully he could correct himself.

“Alright.” Krischan looked at him and then at the children. “it’s time to go.” he waved at them. “Bye bye children, till next year.”

“Byee!” Lutz also said after gulping down the pepernoten. They both waved and walked outside. Where... by all means they had managed to get a real horse - Krischan’s horse. Another Piet was waiting there and had been taking care of the horse. They wanted it to be convincing after all. Kees was luckily very kind to help out. 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Jeschke watched the entire scene and had to try SO HARD not to start busrting out in laughter. He kept giggling behind his hand and snorting. Knowing it was Krischan just made everything a hundred times funnier, because this situation would never happen in real life obviously. But Tim had to play along for the children’s sake. It was the perfect plan! He was so happy he decided to plot with Krischan.

As Tim was reading the poem, Jeschke still couldn’t stop giggling. Yes he was really proud of it. By now he knew how much Tim was into Sinterklaas and poems and this entire thing. He had to make him a ridiculous long one of course! Also because Lutz might have dared him to. Said Lutz was by the way listening with a big ass grin on his face. This was the best holiday ever!

“No try.” Lutz said and waved his finger. “You have to use it.” He chuckled. “At least the apron.”He added a little snort.

Tim opened his mouth to say something back to the Piet, but closed it again as he figured that it wasn’t the best idea to talk back. “Alright, okay, I will use it. I promise I will. Heh, the apron is also very nice, I was in need of a second one, thank you.” Tim was definitely going to keep hold of that long poem as well, it was truly a work of art, and although it contained things he’d rather not read over again, there were a lot of loving comments as well. Jeschke’s pen could really write beautifully…

Krischan shook his head. “No Piet, once is quite enough. I hope he learned his lesson.” He glared at Ruben again, before standing up. “Well, I think I must be going now. You’ve got all your presents and I hope you will enjoy them very much.” He looked at Lutz. “Come on Piet.” 

“You would not believe the appetite of these guys.” Krischan said softly with a little chuckle. Lutz just gave a small pout. 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Jeschke watched the entire scene and had to try SO HARD not to start busrting out in laughter. He kept giggling behind his hand and snorting. Knowing it was Krischan just made everything a hundred times funnier, because this situation would never happen in real life obviously. But Tim had to play along for the children’s sake. It was the perfect plan! He was so happy he decided to plot with Krischan.

As Tim was reading the poem, Jeschke still couldn’t stop giggling. Yes he was really proud of it. By now he knew how much Tim was into Sinterklaas and poems and this entire thing. He had to make him a ridiculous long one of course! Also because Lutz might have dared him to. Said Lutz was by the way listening with a big ass grin on his face. This was the best holiday ever!

“No try.” Lutz said and waved his finger. “You have to use it.” He chuckled. “At least the apron.”He added a little snort.

Tim opened his mouth to say something back to the Piet, but closed it again as he figured that it wasn’t the best idea to talk back. “Alright, okay, I will use it. I promise I will. Heh, the apron is also very nice, I was in need of a second one, thank you.” Tim was definitely going to keep hold of that long poem as well, it was truly a work of art, and although it contained things he’d rather not read over again, there were a lot of loving comments as well. Jeschke’s pen could really write beautifully…

Krischan shook his head. “No Piet, once is quite enough. I hope he learned his lesson.” He glared at Ruben again, before standing up. “Well, I think I must be going now. You’ve got all your presents and I hope you will enjoy them very much.” He looked at Lutz. “Come on Piet.” 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Jeschke happily sat back down next to Tim and the look in his eyes was enough to tell the man that he was super grateful for everything he had written and for the gift. He couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. He was going to keep that poem. But now he couldn’t wait to see what Tim’s reaction was going to be.

Krischan looked at Tim and tilted his head a little. “Do you really think just because you are a father now you can skip your turn?” he shook his head. “No no, you will get something just like everybody else. Come here.” he stretched out his arm to urge Tim to stand up.

Lutz grinned and suddenly started chanting. “Op schoot! op schoot! Op schoot!” He urged the kids to join him with clapping.

Tim melted under the touch of that cheek kiss, and the look in Jeschke’s eyes were more than enough to know that his mission succeeded. He sighed dreamily, until the Goedheiligman told him that yes, he did have to come up there to sit on his lap. “Wait, for real??” The Dutchman asked surprised, and gave Lutz a look when he heard him chant like that. Much to his dismay, all the children started to chant and clap along with Lutz, under the sound of loud giggling.

Krischan really had to do his best not to grin as well, he needed to stay in character after all. “Well Tim, I think we have quite a history already. I remember when I came to visit when you were still a teenager. That was quite something. Wasn’t it Piet?” He looked over at Lutz who snorted. “Thankfully much has changed since then. Still, you could work on that grudge of yours against a certain Spaniard.” Yes, Krischan had purposefully asked Ludwig about some details. “Hm and your hypocrisy has become worse over the years.” A disappointed head shake. That really is not the best example you can give your children. But what I’m most disappointed in is how hard it is for you to admit your own mistakes and apologize. Blaming others for your mistakes is a terrible thing to do and you don#t want to teach that to your children, do you?” Krischan paused a moment. “Well…” He cleared his throat. “Even so, you are a very caring and loving partner and are trying your best to connect with your children, which I very much like to see. So you will get a present after all from Piet.” 

“Oooh, Pap’s in trouble.” Harm whisper-giggled to his brother Daan, who in turn started to giggle too. Tim didn’t even manage to give them a glare, because at that moment, Sinterklaas was telling him how disappointed he was in him. Tim had to admit, it wasn’t exactly something he was proud of either, and by now he was actually dreading getting smacked instead of getting a present. However, luckily the Sint was very forgiving and listed the things he was doing well too, and promised him a gift after all. He sighed in relief and got up from his lap. “Thank you, Sinterklaas.” Tim spoke, and went over to Piet to receive his present with a smile.

As Tim was reading the poem, Jeschke still couldn’t stop giggling. Yes he was really proud of it. By now he knew how much Tim was into Sinterklaas and poems and this entire thing. He had to make him a ridiculous long one of course! Also because Lutz might have dared him to. Said Lutz was by the way listening with a big ass grin on his face. This was the best holiday ever!

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Jeschke happily sat back down next to Tim and the look in his eyes was enough to tell the man that he was super grateful for everything he had written and for the gift. He couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. He was going to keep that poem. But now he couldn’t wait to see what Tim’s reaction was going to be.

Krischan looked at Tim and tilted his head a little. “Do you really think just because you are a father now you can skip your turn?” he shook his head. “No no, you will get something just like everybody else. Come here.” he stretched out his arm to urge Tim to stand up.

Lutz grinned and suddenly started chanting. “Op schoot! op schoot! Op schoot!” He urged the kids to join him with clapping.

Tim melted under the touch of that cheek kiss, and the look in Jeschke’s eyes were more than enough to know that his mission succeeded. He sighed dreamily, until the Goedheiligman told him that yes, he did have to come up there to sit on his lap. “Wait, for real??” The Dutchman asked surprised, and gave Lutz a look when he heard him chant like that. Much to his dismay, all the children started to chant and clap along with Lutz, under the sound of loud giggling.

Krischan really had to do his best not to grin as well, he needed to stay in character after all. “Well Tim, I think we have quite a history already. I remember when I came to visit when you were still a teenager. That was quite something. Wasn’t it Piet?” He looked over at Lutz who snorted. “Thankfully much has changed since then. Still, you could work on that grudge of yours against a certain Spaniard.” Yes, Krischan had purposefully asked Ludwig about some details. “Hm and your hypocrisy has become worse over the years.” A disappointed head shake. That really is not the best example you can give your children. But what I’m most disappointed in is how hard it is for you to admit your own mistakes and apologize. Blaming others for your mistakes is a terrible thing to do and you don#t want to teach that to your children, do you?” Krischan paused a moment. “Well...” He cleared his throat. “Even so, you are a very caring and loving partner and are trying your best to connect with your children, which I very much like to see. So you will get a present after all from Piet.” 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“Heavy?” Lutz quickly looked at her. “Oh not at all. I- eh…” he abruptly ended his sentence and gestured at the bag. “I-I’ll get your present.” He quickly grabbed the bag and rummaged through it until he found the gift for her. “Here you go.” He smiled happily and gave it to Maaike. He kept smiling and it looked like he wanted to ask her something.

After Maaike had unwrapped her present and thanked Sinterklaas for it he looked into his big book to see who was next. his look went to Jeschke and Tim on the couch across. “Ahem, i think it is your turn now Jeschke.” He gestured at him. 

“Oh, me??” Jeschke was surprised but at the same time he really shouldn’t be. Tim definitly had a present for him and told Krischan about it. Besides, Krischan would never miss out on a chance like this to do whatever he was going to do, or say. “Okay.” He smield, stood up and walked over to Krischan, sitting on his lap as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Lutz who had by now “recovered” from his present had to snort. “Have I been a good boy Sinterklaas?” Jeschke asked with innocent eyes. Krischan would’ve loved to just drop him on the floor but he couldn’t do that now.

“I will tell you that.” He said and cleared his throat. “This is your first time here and celebrating Sinterklaas, is it not?” Jeschke nodded. “It must be quite special to you. I hear you have been taking very good care of the children and their father.” He nodded towards Tim. “And someone putting someone else’s needs before their own is always a very good deed. So it doesn’t surprise you then that you also get a gift.” He looked towards Lutz. 

Piet Lutz looked through his bag, which was getting very empty by now. There were only two presents left. he grabbed the right one and handed it to Jeschke. “Here you go.” he smiled.

Krischan looked at Tim and tilted his head a little. “Do you really think just because you are a father now you can skip your turn?” he shook his head. “No no, you will get something just like everybody else. Come here.” he stretched out his arm to urge Tim to stand up. 

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“Heavy?” Lutz quickly looked at her. “Oh not at all. I- eh…” he abruptly ended his sentence and gestured at the bag. “I-I’ll get your present.” He quickly grabbed the bag and rummaged through it until he found the gift for her. “Here you go.” He smiled happily and gave it to Maaike. He kept smiling and it looked like he wanted to ask her something.

After Maaike had unwrapped her present and thanked Sinterklaas for it he looked into his big book to see who was next. his look went to Jeschke and Tim on the couch across. “Ahem, i think it is your turn now Jeschke.” He gestured at him. 

“Oh, me??” Jeschke was surprised but at the same time he really shouldn’t be. Tim definitly had a present for him and told Krischan about it. Besides, Krischan would never miss out on a chance like this to do whatever he was going to do, or say. “Okay.” He smield, stood up and walked over to Krischan, sitting on his lap as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Lutz who had by now “recovered” from his present had to snort. “Have I been a good boy Sinterklaas?” Jeschke asked with innocent eyes. Krischan would’ve loved to just drop him on the floor but he couldn’t do that now.

“I will tell you that.” He said and cleared his throat. “This is your first time here and celebrating Sinterklaas, is it not?” Jeschke nodded. “It must be quite special to you. I hear you have been taking very good care of the children and their father.” He nodded towards Tim. “And someone putting someone else’s needs before their own is always a very good deed. So it doesn’t surprise you then that you also get a gift.” He looked towards Lutz. 

Piet Lutz looked through his bag, which was getting very empty by now. There were only two presents left. he grabbed the right one and handed it to Jeschke. “Here you go.” he smiled.

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“Heavy?” Lutz quickly looked at her. “Oh not at all. I- eh…” he abruptly ended his sentence and gestured at the bag. “I-I’ll get your present.” He quickly grabbed the bag and rummaged through it until he found the gift for her. “Here you go.” He smiled happily and gave it to Maaike. He kept smiling and it looked like he wanted to ask her something.

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“My fe-?” Lutz asked but halfway through he already understood. “Oh no! My feather!” He fake panicked and quickly brushed it so it was in shape again. Then he sat back down and was very nervous but yet excited for some reason. he knew who was next.

Krischan nodded at Ruben thanking him, or rather Sinterklaas and looked into his book. After Ruben sat back down he looked towards Maaike. “I think now it’s Maaike’s turn.” He smiled softly. Krischan really did like the girl, she was good. Altho the stories he heard from Tim were rather hard to believe.

Leentje burst out in a loud laughter, she was in stitches! Tim also had to chuckle, it really was a good idea to ask these two to play Sint and Piet, they were so good at it! It was also quite endearing to see the two brothers bond like this, it was kind of an odd way, but hey if this worked for them, he was more than happy for the two of them. The holiday fo Sinterklaas was meant for family bonding time after all.

Now it was Maaike’s turn. Krischan smiled, then he noticed Lutz from the corner of his eye and saw he wasn’t able to sit still again. They had planned a few things ahead but sometimes some improvisation could do the trick. “Certainly you are allowed my dear, but I think Piet over there would much rather have you on his lap.” He gestured at Lutz who was now staring at him with his jaw dropped. It wasn’t even acting, he really was baffled. But it looked cute.

Quickly Lutz got back into character. “Wh- wait - i- m-ne Sinterklaas?” he tried his best at playing shy Piet. “Shouldn’t she sit in your l-” He kept stuttering words until Krischan cut him off.

“That is true.” Krischan nodded. Then he opened his book and began to speak to Maaike. “Well my dear, you’ve been very good the past year. You#ve always been the responsible one and you are taking good care of your boyfriend I heard.” Lutz couldn’t help but to grin. Krischan continued to praise her a little more. “However, maybe you could try being on time a little more to not keep others waiting.” he smiled. “But you certainly deserve a present from Piet.”

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“My fe-?” Lutz asked but halfway through he already understood. “Oh no! My feather!” He fake panicked and quickly brushed it so it was in shape again. Then he sat back down and was very nervous but yet excited for some reason. he knew who was next.

Krischan nodded at Ruben thanking him, or rather Sinterklaas and looked into his book. After Ruben sat back down he looked towards Maaike. “I think now it’s Maaike’s turn.” He smiled softly. Krischan really did like the girl, she was good. Altho the stories he heard from Tim were rather hard to believe.

Leentje burst out in a loud laughter, she was in stitches! Tim also had to chuckle, it really was a good idea to ask these two to play Sint and Piet, they were so good at it! It was also quite endearing to see the two brothers bond like this, it was kind of an odd way, but hey if this worked for them, he was more than happy for the two of them. The holiday fo Sinterklaas was meant for family bonding time after all.

Now it was Maaike’s turn. Krischan smiled, then he noticed Lutz from the corner of his eye and saw he wasn’t able to sit still again. They had planned a few things ahead but sometimes some improvisation could do the trick. “Certainly you are allowed my dear, but I think Piet over there would much rather have you on his lap.” He gestured at Lutz who was now staring at him with his jaw dropped. It wasn’t even acting, he really was baffled. But it looked cute.

Quickly Lutz got back into character. “Wh- wait - i- m-ne Sinterklaas?” he tried his best at playing shy Piet. “Shouldn’t she sit in your l-” He kept stuttering words until Krischan cut him off.

“That is true.” Krischan nodded. Then he opened his book and began to speak to Maaike. “Well my dear, you’ve been very good the past year. You#ve always been the responsible one and you are taking good care of your boyfriend I heard.” Lutz couldn’t help but to grin. Krischan continued to praise her a little more. “However, maybe you could try being on time a little more to not keep others waiting.” he smiled. “But you certainly deserve a present from Piet.”

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

“My fe-?” Lutz asked but halfway through he already understood. “Oh no! My feather!” He fake panicked and quickly brushed it so it was in shape again. Then he sat back down and was very nervous but yet excited for some reason. he knew who was next.

Krischan nodded at Ruben thanking him, or rather Sinterklaas and looked into his book. After Ruben sat back down he looked towards Maaike. “I think now it’s Maaike’s turn.” He smiled softly. Krischan really did like the girl, she was good. Altho the stories he heard from Tim were rather hard to believe.

Leentje burst out in a loud laughter, she was in stitches! Tim also had to chuckle, it really was a good idea to ask these two to play Sint and Piet, they were so good at it! It was also quite endearing to see the two brothers bond like this, it was kind of an odd way, but hey if this worked for them, he was more than happy for the two of them. The holiday fo Sinterklaas was meant for family bonding time after all.

Now it was Maaike's turn. Krischan smiled, then he noticed Lutz from the corner of his eye and saw he wasn't able to sit still again. They had planned a few things ahead but sometimes some improvisation could do the trick. "Certainly you are allowed my dear, but I think Piet over there would much rather have you on his lap." He gestured at Lutz who was now staring at him with his jaw dropped. It wasn't even acting, he really was baffled. But it looked cute.

Quickly Lutz got back into character. "Wh- wait - i- m-ne Sinterklaas?" he tried his best at playing shy Piet. "Shouldn't she sit in your l-" He kept stuttering words until Krischan cut him off.

December 5th, early evening.

Partially, the Van Leeuwen family had gathered around that fateful evening, awaiting the arrival of Sinterklaas and his Piet. Everyone who was still living at Tim’s place were obviously there, including Ruben, and Maaike tagged along too as she knew that Piet was in fact a certain German man whom she had given her heart to.

Krischan gave him another glare and urged him to stand up so he could get his punishment. “Now, now, you wouldn’t talk back to Sinterklaas, would you? You should’ve thought about it first before you misbehaved.” Krischan almost broke character for a second. But composed himself. “Go on, hup.” he gave him a little push towards Lutz.

Lutz was still grinning widely now. “I wouldn’t talk back to Sinterklaas if I were you otherwise your punishment will get worse.” he was having such Schadenfreude right now.

There was something incredibly humiliating to going to receive a spanking in general, but moreso in front of an audience, worse even by Sinterklaas and Piet, and to make matters the absolute worst, they were played by Krischan and Lutz. But the Hollander didn’t have time to think things through, for he was already being pushed towards Piet, cheeks reddening though he managed to give him a glare for enjoying this way too much. There was a certain feeling of mild fear actually inside his tummy, as Ruben remembered the few previous times he had received the roe.

Lutz was just looking forward to give Ruben a proper spaniking for once and not get in trouble. So he didn’t waste any time and actually, fully took RUben over his knee to give him a few good spanks with the roe. he made sure it didn’t hurt to much; even if he didn’t like Ruben there was no need to physically hurt the man. At least not a lot. After the punishment was served, he let the Hollander go again, still grinning. Ah that felt great!