Chapter 4

As we returned home from his Pa’s we had a chance to talk in the Lexie. Us, that what it really was all about. However, he made it crystal with a pull to long brown hair that he meant business when he said the family clan was stronger than any couple grouping and would never be turned asunder.

It was the very morning and my bottom needed the upmost attention. So, I was left back home to my own devices as my hubbie to be went off to work in the big city. After recent events i was really mad and I could tell by my my mate’s body language, he felt I had gotten an anal delivery I deserved and that was a fitting punishment.

I wasn’t so sure and to tell you the truth I was in the middle of a rethink of just what a submissive life in this mountain serious family clan was worth staying with my man. At his time I closed my eyes tried to slow down mu heartbeat an go back in mind in the most emotional calm and exam the origins of my so called trained life as I was scheduled to soon wed and become the submissive bride. It was then Santa Puts A Shine On this naughty elf’s butt.

Santa was not happy because his elf had been acting crappy. He had been snappy with the children who had gotten antsy and out of sorts, when he should have just been a good sport. The handsome college girl had signed on and then balked about the outfit and apparently had never let it go. He had drunk most of the contents of a wild turkey whiskey in the distinctive brown bottle before he arrived.

Santa had told him to inside the cottage, drink some black coffee and use some mints. An hour later and a lot more sober he still squawked about the length of the skirt and the green tights mad the swell of his fleshy lower cheeks were on display for all the mothers to see.

Her pleas went unanswered and there was no excuse how he had treated the children and now it is time to put your shine on. I signed on as an elf and in hind sight I must admit I did not take it seriously.

The duties done, the night still young, it was time for some more adult fun. ad, from the look on Santa’s face as he removed his beard, my buns would be featured prominently in his present to me. There was my Santa still sitting down decked out in a suit of red with a large black belt and a red with white fur trimmed cap. He settled into an armless large white wooden chair, brushed off his red clad lap and tapped it for me to come forward. I nodded my refusal and turned to retreat. But, Santa had a treat for me. I heard a clatter behind me, so, I spun around to see what was the matter.

“College gal, that’s my wooden paddle my chief elf made me back at Santa’s workshop. You, young lady are the kind of naughty one it was intended to be used on!”

Me, a college student although twenty one, at this moment I felt like I was eight, thirteen at most. Laying there with the minimal skirt nope make it my green tights pulled down my bare bottom in the air. I wondered why I did not try to get up or wiggle off my holiday employer’s lap.

Santa began from the beginning with hot spanks. My bottom bucked as it was paddled on his lap slightly then settled back down for a long winter’s spank. I knew this was going to be bad.

So, when Santa’s wooden paddle continued to visit my bottom my butt jack knifed across his lap, but instead of trying to get away I snuggled in closer and farther in the recesses of his red velvet clad knees.

A loud paddle swat across my nineteen year-old upturned ass brought a squeal from my lips and a blush to my hips. My Santa laid into my bottom for all the naughty things on behalf of all I had wronged as the jolly costumed man settled into a pattern and systematically drummed my bottom for being such a Crum. Spank! ® high cheek, Whack! ® low cheek ® Crack! mid cheek

Mewing and moaning I accepted my spanking and boy it was a bad one! These spanks were landing for real and they hurt.

Whack! (R) lower sit spot, (L) Crack!-Middle Cheek (L) Spank! lower sit spot (R) Spank! -® High Upper Cheek, Whack!-® Lower Crease Cheek (L) Crack!-middle butt cheek.

There was a deep burn now penetrating my red butt and that was all that was in my head.

The squeals were coming from me filled the air as I sucked in my breath “yee-eek sheeeesh.” Though I thought it was not possible Santa’s spanks came down harder and faster and red bottom shook like a bowl full of jello.

(R) Whack! (L) Lower Crease Cheek, Crack! (L) Middle Cheek and (L) Spank!, the wooden paddle visited me high up on my upper bum. (R) Whack!-high up the cheek, Crack! lower crease, Spank! mid bum.

At this point I began to “mew and moan.” More spanks popped against my mature reddened bottom cheeks. But, there was more in store for my naughty ass. Spank!

I bucked and ground my groin down on Santa’s lap moving around as he pummeled my mounds to a cheery red. Along with the pain there was joy as my blood filled penis collided with his hardened member. I imagined my bottom was a canvas of bright red with a tinge of purple across each crown of my bottom cheeks.

“Puff, puff-puff”

With a pout I cocked my brown haired head back up showing my displeasure to the spanking Santa. did not ask for the burning spanks to stop. I understood now I was getting what I deserved which was raising blisters upon my blazing bottom.