It was Christmas Eve and the snow was gently falling.
Sean Marsden strode past the glowing reindeer and Christmas lights
sparkling in his garden and pushed open the front door, allowing the
welcoming warmth of his home to illuminate the magical winter scene. But
Sean was mad as Hell.
He entered the lounge just as Sarah was bending over
to pick up a fallen bauble. She smiled to herself, surely this time he
wouldn’t be able to resist. She was right. Sean had never been one to
strike a woman but he strode up behind her and landed a hard and
resounding smack on the seat of her tightly stretched jeans. Sarah howled
and shot upright, clutching her stinging bottom. She spun around to face
her angry husband.
“Owww!” she moaned, rubbing vigorously. She knew
why Sean was angry but she couldn’t look him in the eye without grinning
so she stared down at her feet and shuffled uncomfortably. “What was
that for?” she mumbled sulkily.
“Oh, take your pick.” Sean answered. “Could it
be because you changed the bedroom clock so I climbed out of bed two hours
early this morning.” Sarah tried to suppress a smile. “Or perhaps it
was the salt in the sugar bowl, it really enhanced my coffee.” Sarah
covered her mouth to hide her grin but there was no hiding the laughter in
her eyes. “Or maybe…” Sean continued, “Maybe it was the highly
starched underwear that has tortured me all day or the crank phone calls
to my office from a giggling woman. Does that sound familiar?”
There was a momentary silence while Sean waited for
“Well?” he prompted.
“Well it’s Christmas Eve,” said Sarah.
“Christmas Eve,” she said again. “I just wanted
to make sure Santa knows I’ve been a really naughty girl.”
“Oh my God,” Sean groaned as understanding
dawned. Role-playing! He dropped into an armchair and rubbed his face.
“You…” he struggled to find the words. “You have put me through
Hell, all day, on Christmas Eve, for…
“Well you did promise,” grinned Sarah. “It was
all your idea.”
Sean shook his head in disbelief.
A few weeks earlier when he had first suggested to
Sarah that it could be fun to spice things up with a little role-playing,
he had been startled by how enthusiastically she jumped on board. The game
they’d played had been entirely Sean’s choice but Sarah threw herself
whole-heartedly into it.
Supergirl was Sean’s fantasy. Sarah had a pretty
face, long blond hair and the sort of figure and legs that looked stunning
in Supergirl’s stretch top and little red micro skirt. As Sean
approached her, armed with a lump of deadly green kryptonite (actually a
jar of lime marmalade), Sarah had swooned onto the couch. Sean had scooped
her into his arms and carried the unconscious superhero up to his lair.
There he had placed her on the bed, slipped off her cape and top and tied
her wrists to the bedstead. As Supergirl regained consciousness she was of
course too weakened to escape and Sean had stripped off the remainder of
her clothes and his evil torture had driven her crazy with sexual desire.
When he untied her hands, the sex that followed had been wonderful. He
remembered how, when they both lay exhausted on the bed in contented
euphoria, he had promised that next time it would be Sarah’s choice.
It never crossed his mind that Sarah’s fantasy would be so…
Sarah loved to be spanked - or it least she imagined
she would. She had been spanked many times in her imagination and
especially every Christmas Eve, ever since she heard about Santa keeping a
list of who was naughty and who was nice. But she had never been spanked
in reality. Oh of course she’d had the odd playful swat, even the
occasional angry smack, but she had never been turned over anyone’s knee
and had her bottom well and truly spanked. She had been with Sean for four
years and been married to him for six months but in all that time she had
never found a way to tell him what she really wanted, never been able to
tell him what would really fulfil her sexually.
When Sean suggested role-playing it was the perfect
opportunity to bring her dreams to life - a chance to gently introduce
Sean to her hidden desires by pretending to be a fantasy character. But
what should she be, a naughty schoolgirl, a careless secretary? The
question was finally settled by the imminent onset of Christmas. She was
going to be the girl she always longed to be at this time of year, the
girl on Santa’s naughty list.
Now it was Christmas Eve and Sarah had set the ball
For the rest of the evening Sarah was on her best
behaviour. The couple joined friends for a night on the town but Sarah’s
mind was constantly on the fun awaiting her at home. She was acutely
conscious of her bottom as she sat in the restaurant and later in the
nightclub; would she still be able to sit when the night was over?
When they finally stepped back into their house, Sean
was ready to take his wife straight to bed but he knew Sarah was expecting
much more. He was a little concerned that he might not deliver the
performance she was expecting but her infuriating mischief and bad
behaviour earlier in the day had gone a long way towards warming him to
With a gentle kiss and a shy smile, Sarah wandered
off to the bedroom while Sean poured himself a brandy. His Santa suit
awaited him in the spare room.
Sarah prepared for bed. She examined herself in the
full length mirror. It needed no imagination to see the beautiful, near
naked girl through her tiny baby doll chiffon nightie. Her breasts were
proud and firm, her nipples hard with sexual anticipation. She ran her
hands over her bottom. She thought it wise to wear panties. She wasn’t
sure if a bare bottom spanking might sting too much.
She crawled onto the bed, slipped between the cool
sheets and turned off the bedside lamp. She closed her eyes and tried to
relax but her mind was filled with a thrilling excitement reminiscent of
Christmas’s as a child, lying in bed, straining to hear the jingle of
Santa’s sleigh bells. She listened again, recapturing those memories.
There was no jingle but there was the unmistakable sound of soft footsteps
approaching the bedroom door.
Sarah pretended to be asleep. The door opened and
Sean crept into the room. Sarah open her eyes a fraction and saw him,
silhouetted in the doorway, the unmistakable figure of Santa Clause.
Quietly Sean moved over to the dressing table and slipped something into
his sack. Sarah was puzzled. She opened her eyes fully and switched on the
bedside lamp to see what he was up to.
This was the opening Sean was hoping for.
“Ho ho ho,” he said, turning to face Sarah.
“Sarah Marsden. Don’t you know that naughty girls who stay awake to
see Santa don’t get any toys?”
“I was asleep Santa,” said Sarah. “Really I
was. I’m a good girl.”
“I can see I’m going to have to add telling lies
to your long list of bad behaviour.”
“But Santa!” cried Sarah.
“No!” said Sean, “There are no buts. No excuses
and no escaping your punishment!”
“Punishment?” said Sarah. “Oh Santa please
don’t leave coal in my Christmas stocking.”
“Oh we’re way past coal young lady,” said Sean.
He sat on the side of the bed. “Come here now.” Slowly he pulled off
his Santa gloves.
“W…what are you going to do Santa?” asked
“Something your parents should have done years
ago,” Sean answered, enjoying the hackneyed cliché.
Sarah looked terrified and pulled the covers up to
her neck but Sean reached out and snatched them from her.
“No Santa, no…” squealed Sarah.
Sean grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards
him. She struggled but she was a slim lightweight and no match for Sean’
strength. He easily wrestled her over his knee.
Cushioned against Santa’s big fat belly padding and
beneath his full white beard, with her bottom raised high, Sarah wriggled
on Sean’s knee to make herself comfortable. She felt his manhood stir
beneath her as he gazed down at her sexy soft curves. It was happening. It
was really happening. She was a naughty girl and she was about to be
spanked by Santa, just as she had fantasised for years.
Sean rested one hand on Sarah’s waist and brushed
the chiffon of her nightie aside with the other, allowing his hand to roam
over the soft cotton of her panties. He had never spanked a girl before;
no girlfriend had ever asked him so this was unfamiliar territory. He
wasn’t sure if Sarah wanted a “lets pretend” spanking or a full
blooded, bottom blistering can’t sit down for a week type spanking. He
decided to take his cue from Sarah’s actions. She hadn’t just
pretended to be naughty. She had genuinely behaved like a brat all day and
he’d been the poor, unsuspecting victim. So it stood to reason that
Santa should be equally genuine in handing out his retribution.
Sean raised his hand and started to smack. Sarah
squirmed a little but apart from a pleasant little sting the effect was
unremarkable. This was not the reaction Sean was expecting so he picked up
the pace and smacked harder causing Sarah to yelp with each crack of his
hand, especially when he caught the naked flesh the peeked from either
side of her panties. The heat in Sarah’s bottom started to build and she
wriggled her hips in a hopeless attempt to avoid some of the whacks. Sean
took a tighter grip of her waist and really let her have it. Her feet
kicked and her hair flew as Sean blasted each cheek over and over again.
Sarah howled and cried and when she couldn’t bear it any longer her hand
flew back to try to cover her stinging cheeks.
“I… I think I’ve… ouch! ... had enough now
Santa,” she sobbed.
“Ho ho ho Sarah,” said Sean. “Naughty girls
don’t get to choose when their punishment ends.”
It was no use, the spanking continued.
“Owww, Santa, owww, I know I’ve been naughty
Eventually Sean stopped and slipped his hand into the
waistband of Sarah’s panties. Softly he ran his palm over her hot round
cheeks, pushing her panties down over the sore flesh. Sarah thrilled at
his touch. A moment ago she’d wanted the spanking to stop but she’d
been wrong. She loved the way Santa took control and made her take her
punishment. She felt quite proud of how she’d been so naughty and earned
her spanking but she wondered just how far Sean would go.
“Now young lady,” said Sean, caressing his
wife’s bare bottom, “Santa has a special present for a naughty girl
like you.” He dipped into his sack and produced Sarah’s large wooden
hairbrush. He’d filched it from the dressing table earlier. Sarah
trembled when he rested the cold wood against her hot flesh. She had
actually bought the hairbrush hoping to be paddled with it one day, but
now face down over Santa’s lap with her panties around her thighs and
her bottom already stinging she wasn’t sure it was such a good idea.
The first smack of the hairbrush exploded on
Sarah’s bottom with an intensity that made her howl, but the pain
carried a rich sexual pleasure that ran to her core. Her hips danced on
Sean’s knee as a firestorm peppered her cheeks. Pink cheeks turned to
red and tears flowed but it was everything Sarah hoped a spanking would
be. She couldn’t help trying to avoid each smack but at the same time
she didn’t want it to stop.
When Sean landed the final smack, Sarah just lay over
his knee breathing hard and sniffling. She reached back a trembling hand
to carefully caress her sore bottom. Sean wondered if he had gone too far.
Had he misread the situation? Putting down the hairbrush he ran his own
hand over Sarah’s bottom and she flinched. Clearly the reddened flesh
was as sore as it looked. When Sarah started to move she pushed herself
slowly off his knee and stood facing him. She was almost glowing with
sexuality. Her panties dropped to the floor and she sensuously slipped off
Sean was so mesmerised he forgot he was still dressed
as Santa until Sarah started to smile. She reached forward and softly
unhooked his beard. They stared at each other for a fleeting moment then
laughing they launched into a frenzies attack on the Santa suit, yanking
off the broad black belt, dragging off the jacket and stomach padding and
pulling off the boots and red trousers. In seconds Sean was as naked at
his wife. He rolled further on to the bed and pulled her on top of him,
pressing his lips hard to hers in a hungry passionate kiss.
Sarah pushed herself up and knelt astride Sean’s
legs, taking hold of his rampant manhood with both hands. She licked her
lips then lowered her mouth over it, driving him wild with her tongue. But
before Sean erupted, she drew back her head, moved forward and lowered
herself onto his shaft, gently rising and falling and gyrating her hips,
her eyes closed, lost in a world of ecstasy. Sean took hold of Sarah’s
hips then caressing her body he slipped his hands over her slim waist and
up to her full round breasts.
With Sean still inside her Sarah leaned forward,
gently clawing his chest with her carefully manicured fingernails. She
lowered her lips to his and stretched out her legs. Sean wrapped one arm
around her waist and reached out with the other. He found and picked up
the hairbrush and brought the cold hard wood to rest once again against
Sarah’s hot, stinging bottom. Sarah grabbed Sean’s hair and pressed
her lips harder to his, kissing him deeply and savagely.
As Sean thrust with his hips Sarah’s bottom lifted
and Sean raised the brush and smacked it down. The effect on Sarah was
electric. Sean thrust again and again, smacking the brush down hard each
time, driving Sarah into a sexual frenzy. Sarah joined in with the
movement working her hips in time with Sean, revelling in each whack of
the hairbrush, growing wilder with each second until at last she was
engulfed in waves of orgasmic pleasure. Sean came a second later.
Sarah and Sean clung to each other until their
passion was spent and they started to return to earth. Sarah lifted
herself off Sean and rolled to the side. She yelped as her tortured bottom
came into contact with the bed and she quickly shuffled round onto her
“Wow! Sarah, that was amazing,” Sean panted. “I
never knew smacking your bottom would send you so wild.”
“That was the best present ever Santa,” giggled
Sarah. “It was fantastic. If that’s what naughty girls get for
Christmas I’m going to be really naughty from now on.”
“Woa! Hold it right there Sarah,” said Sean.
“Santa’s gone back to the North Pole. There’s no need for you
to be naughty.”
“Really?” said Sarah sadly, starting to fear that
her dream had been as fleeting as the magic of Christmas.
“That’s right sweetheart, but even good girls can
be spanked.” Sarah’s heart leapt. “In fact,” Sean continued,
“the next time I do battle with Supergirl I’m going to bring my
Sara gave a deep, contented sigh. “I love you,”
she said. “Merry Christmas.”
“Ho ho ho,” said Sean.