Chapter 9

The elf-like, slip of a girl added to a believability of Santa’s naughty helper. She stood just over five feet, her body still tight and trim, not an ounce of fat with lush hips and a girlish grin. Her ass, behind as she liked to refer to it, was a work of art, full-blown, and gorgeous to watch when she walked. Her tits were ripe, yet small like large oranges. The auditorium was the heart beat and the epicenter of the elementary school campus under the mini Eiffel Tower. From where I sat in the performer’s lounge, I could view the pretty blonde woman’s long hair with ringlets of gold as they seductively swished and swayed back and forth. However, that view paled in comparison to her round shapely bottom painted into her tight green cloth dress that nicely highlighted her visible panty line.

Later that night I saw the same woman perched on her seat with her elbows down on the table. I recognized it was Pam with her white with red stripes sequin-clad leotard riding up just enough to bare the lower portion of her butt cheeks. As I stood behind her I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her behind as she called it. My urge to smack her butt turning it a bright red was almost irresistible.

Pam thought her best friend Kathy was playing in the role of Santa Claus in the theatre. The skits included a spanking scene, where Pam went over Kathy’s lap and was spanked for several minutes. The audience loved the action. Afterward, when I and Kathy had our full of spanking games at her place, I would turn the conversation toward talking about Pam in some small way.

After a time, I managed to persuade Kathy to let me take her place and play Santa Claus in the skit on stage. I dressed in private and by just nodding and making hand gestures, it was easy to stay in character and conceal my true identity while wearing a full white beard. To the audience it would look like the real deal.

Now, as the beloved holiday figure, Santa in the play, finally I would get my chance to spank her. The stage lights came up, with me playing Santa sitting in armless chair my over-sized white hand rose in invitation. Pam shrugged her shoulders and wiped her slightly curled blonde hair as her star spangled majorette uniform and its sequins sparkled in the stage lights. A chorus of “go over Saint Nicholas’s lap’ filled the room. So, it happened, she placed herself over my lap to the roar of the crowd. The pretty blonde got two smacks on each cheek of her butt, as she was known to call hers. The first spanks were for show. However, the last seven or eight stingers were ‘revenge’.

My arm already raised high in the air took full advantage of her in position. My over-sized hand costume hand delivered many hard, powerful swats. The noise created by the smacks rang out in the room and landed with authority cooking Pam’s bottom before she could move. I observed while dressed as ‘bowl full of jelly,’ Santa when my comical hand landed on her behind. Her dainty feet went up down in a kicking motion as her white boots clicked noisily against the wooden stage. Then, in an act of acceptance of her punishment, Pam would rise up on her toes waiting for the next spank to land. At the beginning there may be several seconds or even a minute before the hard, leather hand landed again. However, once it was in full motion there was rarely more than a second or two to get her back up on her toes.

And, those smacks were for real. Then, secure in my concealed identity inside the Uncle Sam costume I started to rub her bottom cheeks affectionately with my other hand. As St. Nick which included my full-face mask, I became bolder, secure in my anonymity. I placed my hand on her fine behind and traced the panty-lines. I could feel them through the star spangled leotard. Pam was taken aback by the inappropriate touching. What the audience didn’t notice was that I had stealthily slipped the fingers of my comical cotton-covered hand down between her leotard-clad legs. While the other hand had held Pam firmly in place at the hip during her live spanking on stage. I could see by the look of agony on her face that her behind felt like fireworks had gone off beside her skin.

What the audience didn’t know was the soft pillow-like over-sized white hand had been replaced with a thicker, stiff leather one. My specially designed hand made by my friend Randy in Washington was a smashing success. It landed on Pam’s white star spangled leotard-clad behind with an impact of a paddle. When I chose to lift it high above my head my costume-covered head a particular set of spangled leotard cheeks took the blunt of the blow right across her attached panty. The smacks were exaggerated with a flare near the end of the skit. I didn’t count the total, but the students, teachers and office staff, all seemed to take delight in calling out the count.

The crowd clapped, hooted and hollered as Pam and I took our final bows on stage. Clad in her white sequined, red striped majorette uniform she curtsied while I dressed in the red velvet and white fur trimmed Santa costume took a deep bow beside her. We left the stage while the audience’s ovations continued to roar in the auditorium. A review appearing a few days later in the school newspaper stated the spanking scene was the most realistic one of the entire set.

Now off stage Pam ratcheted her hands back behind her and dug them deep into both cheeks of her bottom. She rubbed furiously at the source of the heat. It was a sight to behold because her frantic movements dislodged the lower part of each cheek from her costume and they were a uniform bright fiery red. “Oh bugger!” Pam squeaked. An instant later off stage her knees half-way buckled and I supported her attractive frame for the first time in my life. The attractive blonde had a vaginal spasm which I could see had dampened the panty of her majorette uniform.

Another teacher found the thick leather hand left on the floor, laying beside the soft fluffy one that was supposed to have been used. It didn’t take a detective to know which hand which had liberally visited her high set cheeks clad in a short green skirt and white tights spangled majorette uniform. The thicker leather hand was quickly discarded, and there was a majority decision not to tell anyone outside the cast about the switch.

It was a remarkable sight. With my identity securely concealed in the Santa suit. I had been responsible for Pam’s beautiful bottom squirming and twisting on my lap. The swatting holiday favorite had the students, teachers and staff all in stitches. They laughed as Pam gasped on stage.

Now of course what would be up and coming was the tricky part. How would I connect with Pam and convince her that the spasm she had on stage could become a part of her real life outside of the stage

The Holiday Season would soon be coming up on the calendar. It was the time for warmth and home for Christmas. It all had started when two of the prettiest cheerleaders on the team were selected as a new feature to put ‘butts in the seat.’ Ticket sales had sagged like ‘thirty-something’ bottoms in their workout leotards. Therefore two cheerleaders were re-imagined and would soon wave, whip and crack orange and black flags in the air at the end of each quarter. Then they would pirouette and their short loose, billowy skirts would rise showing their orange pantied bottoms over their tight black pantyhose-clad, under-things during half time of the football game.

Too say the college girls were onboard from the beginning would be a misnomer. An upcoming stimulus of a dual-paddling would help each overcome any doubts or inner fears they had as their rears were roasted a bright red. And, that concept spoke volumes about the ins and outs of ‘pain and pleasure.’

Two smart eighteen year-old girls would come to recognize what in practice they dearly needed in the end. Such self-awareness came with a price and that was the lasting burn imparted by a wooden implement. Whether you called it a behind or a butt, a spanking with a paddle was no picnic.

While Eddy was an actress in the farce, Pam was clueless. She reasoned with her that four-door green, Ford didn’t have the trunk width necessary to carry the bundles of long wooden dowel rods. The two pretty cheerleaders were going to move them from the Exxon to the nearby school. There length was important as they would be re-purposed and combined with red and white fabric donated by Burlington Textile Mill. All, so a poor college could add flags by two of their cheerleaders. Flags they would proudly wave in the air and rotate around their hips. It was sure to be a real crowd pleaser and bring more fans, thus more dollars to the college’s coffers.

Eddy’s contribution of the farm’s tobacco sticks had been enough for the blonde-haired snooty cheerleader to invite the brown-haired girl to join the squad. Soon the two would have ‘fun with flags.’ As an act of friendship Eddy offered Pam a frozen yogurt before they transported the rods. “I hate peanut butter!” The blonde exclaimed to the newest cheerleader. Eddy put that in her memory banks to share with Art, so it could be used, later with Kathy and provide leverage with ‘miss goodie two-shoes!’ when it would make a difference.

What Eddy needed and had a desperate need for was a fixer-up car. One located near her red brick home. In dire need of transportation since there was no bus that went by the farm to the college town. She needed a car that was both safe and reliable. However, due to her vanity it must also be presentable for her to put her butt in it and be seen by her peers at the college. An automobile she and her mechanically minded cousin could get running and road ready for no bucks on her part.

Eddy’s bottom line was she needed a gas guzzler and since the country was smack, dab in a gas war the Monte Carlo fit the bill. A Bondo special Eddy picked up for a song. Poor and frustrated, she was determined to find a way. She was smart, this was a problem and there had to be a solution. With some encouragement Art would stamp on the ASE certified sticker on the inner door that the state required for the silver Monte Carlo to be road worthy.

The solution came to her. Eddy and Art, had a conversation where her cousin revealed his fantasy having to do with a specific body part possessed by a certain young school teacher. As a red-blooded male, he thought with his penis! In his case he had a raging desire to spank lady bottoms.

In what could only be seen as an act of whimsy. Eddy suddenly squatted and dove across her cousin’s lap. Unceremoniously he gave her a buck and the late-teen landed hard on her butt.”What’s up you said you wanted to spank a lady!

“Not my cousin!”

“I’ll even pull down my shorts and panties and then you can spank me as hard as you can, if you will only fix this mess of a car I bought to drive to school. “I’m not interested in the least in seeing the flesh of my kin, much less paddling it.”

Eddy decided a new tack was needed to achieve her objective. Art had told her how it had been him secretly been inside the Santa Claus suit and had managed to spank Pam with a paddle-like hand. She knew full well that he had a roaring crush on Pam.

“Art, you’re smart and make art with your mechanical and body skills, Eddy said.

“I can argue with you there, cousin, Art answered as he puffed out his chest.

“Now look some of this is going to sound funny to you.”

“Just keep an open mind.”