Spanking at Christmas: Santa spanks a Naughty Woman
Summary:
Anna has once again been naughty all year. That goes well at first. Until Santa Claus turns up on her doorstep on Christmas Eve. Shortly afterwards, he gives her a bare bottom spanking.
Surprise Visit on Christmas Eve: Santa Claus is coming
The fireplace was glowing, crackling and the embers cast dancing shadows on the walls. Anna stood in the middle of the room, snuggled up in her slim-fitting pyjamas.
Her trousers clung to her bottom, the reindeer on the fabric looked almost innocent – just like the expression on her face. But Santa Claus, who was suddenly standing in front of her, was not fooled.
His deep, calm breaths filled the room. He was tall, broad-shouldered and his ice-blue eyes fixed her with a gaze that brooked no discussion.
“Anna,” he began in a voice that did not bode well. “I’ve been watching all year. Your insolence. Your disrespect. You don’t think rules and decency apply to you, do you?”
Anna took a step back. “That wasn’t so bad! A few little pranks – that’s normal!”
“Normal?” He took off his heavy leather gloves and placed them on the table. “Normal is to behave and be a good girl. And that’s exactly what you’re going to learn today.”
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Anna wanted to say something back, but he grabbed her by the wrist. His grip was firm, but not rough.
Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her towards him and let himself fall into the large armchair in front of the fireplace. With a tug, he pulled her across his lap. Her little cry was drowned out by the crackling warmth of the fire.
Santa Claus puts Naughty Girl (18) over his Knee
“What are you doing? Put me down!” She wriggled, kicking her legs, but he pushed her into position without effort. His large hand was on her back, holding her steady.
“Enough, little girl. Now you be quiet.” His voice was calm but unyielding.
His free hand slid over her bottom, tracing the soft curves that stood out under the thin pyjama bottoms.
He took his time, letting her feel how serious he was. Then he pushed the pants down over her hips. The fabric slowly slid lower, exposing her panties, which only covered the bare essentials.
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“W-wait…” Her voice sounded uncertain. “You can’t do that!”
“Yes, Anna, I can,” he said calmly, his hand on her tender bottom. “I can. And I will.”
His hand lifted and landed on her bottom with a loud smack. The force made her cheeks tremble. She flinched and a surprised sound escaped her lips. But before she could protest, the next blow followed – harder, more precise.
“Ouch!” She squirmed, kicking her feet, but his hand remained unwavering. “I’m sorry!”
“You never are until it’s too late,” he replied sternly. The blows fell evenly, one after the other. The sound echoed in the room, accompanied by her soft whimpers.
Spanking on Christmas: Brat gets her Bare Butt smacked
Anna’s bottom quickly changed color. From a soft pink to a deep red. The edges of her buttocks stood out more and more clearly from the rest of her skin as he repeatedly slapped his hand on her backside.
“So fidgety,” he murmured almost casually. His hand slid over the heated skin between blows, squeezing, stroking – only to make her feel the next blow even more.
“Please! I’ll behave!” Her voice rose as she tried to free herself from his grip.
“You’ll behave yourself as soon as I’m done. I’m sure you will,” he replied calmly. His hand moved to her panties. With a firm tug, he pulled them down. The movement was fluid, as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
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Anna gasped. Her bare bottom was now completely exposed. Red, warm and completely exposed. She pressed her hands against the carpet, trying to suppress the shame that flooded through her.
“Naked and obedient – just as you should be,” Santa murmured in a satisfied voice.
His hand lifted again, this time landing on her bare skin. The sound was sharper, the feeling more intense.
Her reaction was immediate. She twitched, squirmed, kicked her feet. But there was no escape. The pain burned hot, running through her entire body.
“Hold still.” His free hand gripped her waist, holding her tighter. “Little girls like you don’t learn through words. They need the hard way.”
He didn’t let her rest. Each blow made her cheeks jump and shiver even through her thighs. Her skin glowed red in the glow of the fire and shone slightly.
Santa Claus spanks Naughty Woman's Bare Bottom
Anna whimpered and tried to hold back the tears that welled up in her eyes. “It hurts! Please, stop!”
“That’s the whole point,” was all Santa replied as his hand continued to rhythmically slap her bare cheeks. “I want you to remember that. Every day when you sit down.”
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After what felt like an eternity, he paused. Her delicate skin was hot, the color intense. She was trembling, lying limply over his legs, her breath coming in gasps.
He let his hand glide slowly over her bottom. His fingers stroked the heated curves, pressing lightly as if to test the effect of his work. She flinched at the touch, but didn’t dare move.
“Look at that,” he said softly. “A red bottom, as it should be. And what do you have to say now?”
“I… I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice weak.
“Fine. But I’m not done yet.”
He straightened her up and lifted her off his lap. But instead of pulling her panties or pajama bottoms back up, he pointed to the corner of the room. “Go.”
“But…”
“No buts. Go to the corner. With your bottom bare. And no hands behind you.”
She shuffled to the wall, her pants still around her ankles, and stood in the corner. Her bare, glowing bottom was pointed directly at him, the red imprint of his hand clearly visible.
“Put your hands at your sides. And don’t move,” he ordered. Anna obeyed. Her head hung, her shoulders were limp and her bottom was still burning. But she didn’t dare turn around. Or even protest.
Santa watched her from the armchair, leaning back, his arms crossed. “There you go, Anna. Now you have time to think.”
The fire crackled softly in the background.
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