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Shylah
Spanko
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 494
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 12:23 pm: | 
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She sat staring at the moon. She remembered the stories her Gran told her when she was small about making a wish on Christmas Eve when you were able to see the moon.
"You will always get your wish when you see the moon on Christmas Eve." she would say. "That's because most times, you can't see it that time of year so when it does shine in the Christmas Eve sky, it's special and you get your wish."
She smiled thinking of all the Christmas Eve moons she wished on, then running downstairs on Christmas morning to find just what she wished for! That is until her older brother crushed her Christmas fantasy by telling here there wasn't a Santa or even a special Christmas Eve moon. He told her Gran was a crazy old woman that told stupid stories. Then he went off to play with his toys he received. She remembered thinking why did he always get something when he was such a mean boy that always was picking on her and making her life a misery when adults were not around. The sadness of that memory came back to her and she sighed.
She had loved her Gran. She smiled again remembering the smell of lavender and snuff. She giggled remembering the little silver can Gran always had in her apron pocket with snuff in it. She made mud pies for Gran and Gran would put snuff in to make her think she was eating her delicious mud pies. Gran was always telling her stories about princesses being rescued by handsome princes, about frogs that became a handsome prince by being kissed, but most of all, the stories Gran told her of when she was a little girl in the post war years in the dusty plains of Oklahoma. She loved those stories most of all because they were real.
She sat up, looked at the moon and made a wish.
"I wish...I wish...I wish SO HARD that my brother would get a long and hard spanking he so justly deserves for being such a mean and downright stupid boy!"
She laughed at herself. Then she went to bed.
Christmas morning, she woke, made coffee and turned on the television to watch the Christmas morning programs. She laughed while she watched her own children open their gifts. They ran from one present to the other not knowing what they wanted to play with first. She snuggled next to her beloved husband content with life.
Then the telephone rang.
"Hello" she answered.
"Hey Sis, it's me. Merry Christmas."
"Hello again!" she said, happy to hear the voice of the man the mean boy had grown into. "How are you and how is the wife and kiddies?"
"They are fine. Opening presents and tripping over each other. By the way, did you see that moon last night?"
"Yes I did. Why?"
"Did you make a wish?"
She laughed. "Yes I did and again, why?"
"You got your wish."
"What?"
"You got your wish." he repeated.
"What did I wish? And what makes you think I got it?"
He then went into the story of his Christmas Eve.
"I woke up thinking we were being broken into and went to the living room. Standing in the front room was the most amazing woman I ever saw. And don't you ever tell my wife I said that! She was staring right at me, she was wearing a black leather corset, fishnet stockings and thigh high leather boots. She reminded me of the dominant women I saw in those girly magazines I used to hide in my room when I was a teenager. I used to fantasize about one of them...well...you know."
She laughed. "Ok, so go on."
"She said someone had made a special wish and that she was there to make it come true. I said I didn't make any wish and she said it wasn't my wish she was going to fulfill. I couldn't believe I was standing in my living room talking to a strange woman in the middle of the night and nobody else in the house was disturbed. I knew I had to be dreaming. She then walked over to me, took my arm and led me to the couch. Like a dummy, I followed without resisting and I don't know why. She sat, pulled me over her lap, lowered my pajamas and told me I was going to get a long, hard, very deserved spanking for being a bad big brother. She started in spanking my bare ass with her hand and it STUNG like mad! And I just laid there and took it! I was hollering but nobody woke up! I thought I was dreaming I swear! She spanked me harder and harder and didn't let up for at least 10 minutes and my butt was stinging so much I thought I would pass out. When she stopped, I thought it was over but she held me down and said that was just a warm up. She held a wooden paddle in front of me and told me she was going to give me a session with that next. She started in smacking me with that paddle over and over and over. Gawd, I thought her hand was bad! That paddle was hurting me like crazy! She just kept smacking me with it for another 10 minutes. I didn't know I could holler so loud. She then made me stand up and keep my pajamas down, bent me over the arm of the couch and held a crop in front of me and said it was next. I begged her not to but she started in whipping me with it for 10 more minutes. I thought I was going to pass out. I knew I HAD to be dreaming because I was hollering and crying but nobody in the house was disturbed. Then she FINALLY finished and stood me up again. She said I had to call you in the morning and tell you everything because it was your wish she was carrying out."
"You were dreaming?"
"Hell no! I woke up this morning with the sorest ass I can ever remember and I have several stripes from the crop! It's still red!!"
"Your kidding!"
"No I am NOT kidding! Merry Christmas Sis! Thanks alot!"
She hung up the telephone and walked back into her living room in a daze. She stood in the doorway and began to laugh. She laughed so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
She then sat down and told her children the story of the special Christmas Eve moon, just like the way Gran used to tell it.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Hunny
Spanko
Username: Hunny
Post Number: 921
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 01:23 pm: |
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 Great story! Looks like he got what he deserved! |
Shylah
Spanko
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 498
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 04:45 pm: |
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Thanks, I have another one in the works...needs a bit of fine tuning and then I'll post it.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 833
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 05:40 pm: |
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Excellent Shylah, what a fun story! Could you perhaps wish for a well deserved sound spanking for my brother this year? Believe me, he's long overdue! 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.
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Shylah
Spanko
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 499
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 05:50 pm: |
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Watch for that moon Wolfie...watch for that moon.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 1567
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 09, 2005 - 10:34 pm: |
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that was a great story, thank you
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
THREE MORE WEEKS BEFORE MY HUBBIE COMES HOME AGAIN
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Hunny
Spanko
Username: Hunny
Post Number: 942
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 04:29 pm: |
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I would love to read those other stories, Shylah! |
Katy_spankwish
New member
Username: Katy_spankwish
Post Number: 10
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 - 01:35 pm: |
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Delightful story, Shylah. I think you made the day of every little girl who's every had an evil older brother. |
Shylah
Spanko
Username: Shylah
Post Number: 509
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 - 02:57 pm: |
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Thank you all, I'm glad everyone is enjoying it.
Take my heart and soul. But please don't step on it, it breaks easily.
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Golfguy186
New member
Username: Golfguy186
Post Number: 18
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 - 05:06 pm: |
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great story...I loved it... |
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