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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 839
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, December 10, 2005 - 11:50 pm: | 
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Here ya go folks...enjoy. 
Keeping one hand firmly on Kelly’s back, Santa reached down and began rummaging through his large toy sack. He hummed to himself as he delved inside, finally giving a wry grin as he found what he wanted. When his hand left the sack he had a paddleball game in it, and after pulling off the ball and string, Santa began rubbing the “business end” of the paddle against Kelly’s pink cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder, Kelly squeaked in alarm and began apologizing in earnest.
“Please Santa, not that! I’ll change my ways, I promise! I’ll never forget Christmas again!” she pleaded in a frantic voice.
“I’m sorry Kelly,” Santa replied gently “but I’m not taking any chances on that. You wouldn’t want me to have to repeat this little lesson next year, would you? Noooo, I didn’t think so. Now behave, and take your spanking like a big girl.”
After that last admonishment, Santa brought the improvised paddle down on Kelly’s right bottom cheek with a loud crack! The shriek he received in response let him know he was finally getting through to her, and he treated the left one in the same manner with exactly the same result. As her punishment continued Kelly tried madly to dodge the strokes of the paddle, her feet flailing wildly in time with each swat. She alternated wailing in pain with begging for Santa to stop, promising anything and everything in her desire to have the spanking end. But he ignored her pleas, concentrating instead on turning her backside a bright cherry red. In her struggle for freedom Kelly had pulled herself forward across Santa’s lap, and now the sensitive area where cheek met thigh was wide open to him, an invitation he didn’t dismiss. As the paddle connected with such a tender area of Kelly’s bottom, something seemed to break apart within her and she began to cry as if her heart was breaking. Her whole body was shaking, and it took quite some time before she realized that Santa was no longer spanking her but quietly rubbing her back and sore bottom. He let her cry until she was finished, her whole body lying limply across his knees like one of his rag dolls.
Kelly had never felt so completely relaxed and at peace. She heard Santa open a bottle of something, and then he was spreading the cool substance over her blazing backside. The pain eased instantly, leaving behind a warm glow and enough soreness to remind her for several days of the discipline she had received. When Santa tugged her pajama bottoms back into place, Kelly sighed one last time, hiccupped and finally stood back up. One small hand went back to rub soothingly at her hot cheeks while Kelly tried to look anywhere but into Santa’s loving eyes.
“Now young lady,” he rumbled gently “I hope you got the point of this lesson, and it won’t have to be repeated anytime soon? I’d hate to think I hadn’t done a good enough job on your naughty behind. What do you think, do you feel this worked for you?”
Kelly blushed becomingly, and then did her best to bury herself in Santa’s arms.
“Yes sir,” she said softly “I’ll try and do better from now on. I promise to be more open to changes and willing to try new things. And I’ll never forget Christmas again!”
Santa laughed at the sincerity in her voice, and enveloped Kelly in a huge bear hug. Picking her up as if she didn’t weigh more than a child, he carried her to her bedroom and tucked her under the covers. She quickly turned onto her stomach, and gave Santa an impish, if sleepy smile. He chuckled merrily at her discomfort, kissed her softly on the forehead and turned out the light.
“Don’t worry Kelly,” was the last thing she heard “everything will turn out all right. Have a very merry Christmas my dear.”
Kelly sighed as she drifted off to sleep, the sounds of jingle bells lulling her into dreamland.
The next morning Kelly awoke with the feeling that everything that had happened the night before had just been a dream. She yawned and stretched; enjoying the last lingering sensations of being loved and cared for, then rolled over and sat up. Her yelp of pain coincided perfectly with the leap she made out of bed, both hands going to her still inflamed backside. Kelly rubbed gently at her smarting flesh, forced to believe that it hadn’t been a dream after all. Santa had visited her last night...and spanked her as well! With a rather rueful grin, she made her way into the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead. She had no idea how she would celebrate Christmas at this late date, but surely she could think of something to help her stay in this jolly holiday mood.
A loud, insistent knocking on her door had Kelly sprinting for her robe, then cautiously unlocking all but the chain as she peeked outside. What she saw was a rather nice looking man, maybe mid-thirties with red hair and a beard. His smile was wide and cheerful as he asked if she was Miss McDonald and could he have a moment of her time. Since he didn’t seem very threatening, Kelly unchained her door and opened it to allow him in.
“I’m sorry to bother you on Christmas this way, and early at that,” he began in a pleasant voice “but I was wondering if you might help me with something?” At Kelly’s look of confusion the man pulled a small yellow kitten from his jacket pocket.
“I found this rummaging through the trashcans out back, and wondered if you might be willing to give him a home? I figure he’s about 7 to 8 weeks old, probably hasn’t had any shots...maybe needs worming as well. He’s awfully cute, and I hate to leave him out there in the cold.”
Kelly sighed with longing but refused to hold the tiny little cat, knowing she couldn’t keep him.
“I’m sorry,” she said with a catch in her voice “but the Super wont let us keep pets.”
The man’s smile widened and Kelly couldn’t keep from gazing into his twinkling blue eyes. He stroked the kitten gently, and Kelly shivered as she imagined those same hands on her own skin. She blushed, much to his delight and his grin turned slightly wicked as if he could read her thoughts.
“That’s not a problem then,” he said “since I just bought the building yesterday. I love animals, and wont say a word if you’re interested in giving him a good home.”
He turned the kitten to face her and Kelly gasped in shock. In the center of it’s forehead was a tiny white spot shaped just like a heart, and she took the kitten from his hands with almost unseemly haste. Cuddling the contentedly purring kitten under her chin, Kelly felt so happy that a single tear escaped to run down her cheek.
“Here now,” the man said worriedly “I didn’t mean to make you cry. If you don’t want him...” The glare Kelly gave him reassured him that she did indeed want his gift. “I’m Nicholas by the way, but everybody calls me Nick.”
Kelly looked into blue eyes that seemed so very familiar, and knew that this man was the one she’d been waiting for, for so very long. She introduced herself and thanked him for the kitten, rubbing her cheek against the soft golden fur.
“Nick,” she began hesitantly “would you like a cup of coffee? I don’t have much in the house to eat at the moment, but I make pretty good coffee.”
“How about I take you to breakfast?” Nick replied with a smile “and then afterwards we can go shopping for your new furry friend. I’m sure there’s lots of things you will want to get for him, starting with some food. Maybe we could go look at the holiday windows, or.... Listen to me go on. Kelly, what would you like to do?”
Kelly looked from Nick to her kitten, remembering her wishes of the day before.
“Nick, that sounds just perfect to me. Just let me get dressed and we can go.”
She scurried off to change as Nick settled himself on her couch to wait, but before her bedroom door closed she heard him call out to her.
“Be sure to dress warmly Kelly, it’s really cold outside. If you don’t, I will consider that very naughty...and you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
Kelly whirled around with a gasp to stare at Nick, sitting in the exact same place as Santa had the night before. He winked at her, grinned and made a shooing motion with one hand.
“Yes Nick,” she said with a giggle “I definitely know what happens to naughty girls! I’ll be ready in a minute.” And Kelly raced off, sure that this would be the best Christmas ever.
*copyright wolfie 2004
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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Blistering_blonde
New member
Username: Blistering_blonde
Post Number: 10
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 12:36 am: |
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OHHHHH i loved it ... good ole Santa ... hmmm hey my folks lied ... ALL i was ever threatened with was a lump of coal ...well now i guess .. a spanking would not of made me WANT to behave either  i need a Santa like him |
Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 1574
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 03:10 am: |
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 very very nice wolfie
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
THREE MORE WEEKS BEFORE MY HUBBIE COMES HOME AGAIN
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Naughtybynature
Spanko
Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 110
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 01:02 pm: |
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Receiving the love and caring...Lovely...*sigh* a truly wonderful Christmas story!
Your writing is exceptional Wolfie!
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)
Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Hunny
Spanko
Username: Hunny
Post Number: 941
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, December 11, 2005 - 02:45 pm: |
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Cute story, Wolfie! I loved every minute of it! |
Zippo
Advanced Spanko
Username: Zippo
Post Number: 1410
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 - 03:20 am: |
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 Outstanding story Wolfie. Really enjoyed it.
The Brat Tamer...changing brats attitudes one smack at a time
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Gandalf302
New member
Username: Gandalf302
Post Number: 5
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 21, 2005 - 12:16 pm: |
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ohh wow Wolfie, great story as one guy who thinks a spanking is always theraputic and caring too! -- I apreciate your efforts -- thanks how about a 2005 update??!
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Lil_miss_wayward
New member
Username: Lil_miss_wayward
Post Number: 24
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 21, 2005 - 01:59 pm: |
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Just read the story and wanted to say I loved it! Great piece of writing, thanks for sharing it wolfie   BRAVO!!
~lil miss Charlotte~
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 878
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, December 23, 2005 - 07:13 pm: |
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Gee, thanks folks...I'm so glad your enjoying my story. Gandalf thats a good idea, I'll have to think on it and see what I can come up with. 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
3 wise men? Be serious....
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 563
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, December 24, 2005 - 11:59 pm: |
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 Wonderful writing, Wolfie! What a great story. Thank you! |
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