'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her
came down.
"Oh Santa, dear
, don't spank me, I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"
But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with
so sore
As she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.
But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.
What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be
across Santa's broad knee
Till your sassy
is burning bright red!"
And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,
And proceeded to
her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,
And each s w a t, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.
Then, when she'd been hand-
with many a smack,
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack
He produced a fine padddle of well-seasoned wood.
"Now, this is the thing that makes
girls good."
He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"
"Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
But the paddlle cracked down without further delay,
And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.
Poor dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddlle descended again and again
Till her bouncing
was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.
But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,
And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.
Then he exclaimed, "Well Miss, your sweet
so curved
Has had the sound
it so richly deserved.
From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
If you're good then I shan't have to
you again.
But if you are
- remember, my dear,
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"
Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.
So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
With a song in her heart and her
aglow
As she slipped into bed, her hubby came in
slipped out of his costume and lay down with a grin.
As he rubbed her sore bottom, the work of his hand,
She snuggled in next to her big strong husband.
And she sensed that all manner of things were all right.
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.
Author unknown.
