I wanna see Santa Clause! By, Mary.

Disclaimer: These spankings takes place in an alternate reality, where the
spanking of naughty children and spouses is a common occurrence. In our
reality I do not advocate or approve of the spanking of children or the
non-consensual spanking of adults.
> I welcome all thoughts and critique on this story. I apologize in advance
> got spelling or grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy the story
> Alan never got to see Santa Claus by Mary L.
> Early Saturday morning, Robert Alan Hofmeister wakes up. He washed himself
> and got dressed. He is so excited, This is the day that his Mommy will go
> into the big city to Dobson’s department store. Each year at this time the
> store is transformed into a mini Santa’s village. Alan was looking forward
> to this day for months. He was extra good, and his grades were straight
> A’s. He wanted nothing to go wrong.
> Alan wanted everything to be perfect. He retrieved the morning paper and
> placed it on the kitchen table. After breakfast, he went upstairs and
> brushed his teeth. On the way back down, he heard a conversation, he wished he
> hadn’t.
> “Again, honey? Didn’t we buy him all new clothes?, “Yes, we did, but he is
> growing so fast.” “Do we need a second mortgage?” “I hope you notice I’m
> not laughing. Anyway I am taking Alan to see Santa, we’ll have time to get
> new clothes.”
> Alan, then bounced into the kitchen, “when we leaving Mommy.” “Now” Before
> Laura could say another word. Alan had his coat on and was buckled in the
> back seat of the car.
> During the 45 mile drive, they sang Christmas carols and told Santa Claus
> stories.
> In the parking lot and before Alan even had a chance to get out of the
> car, he received these words of advice. “Robert Alan Hofmeister, there are
> going to be a lot of people here and it will be easy to get separated, I want
> you to hold my hand at all times. Understood?” “Yes, Mommy” “No wandering
> off. Understood? “Yes, Mommy” “You will listen to me and do what I tell you
> to do, Understood?” “Yes, Mommy” “Good, now let’s have some fun.”
> The first thing on the agenda was to see the reindeer holding area. There
> were nine reindeer plus Santa’s sleigh. While most of the children gathered
> around Rudolph, Alan walked up to Donder. He petted him and fed him the
> special reindeer food Mommy bought.
> “Come along Alan.” Hand in hand Alan and his Mommy walked around the store
> looking at the window displays of scenes from Charles Dickens’ A
> Christmas Carol. On every corner were carolers, dressed as Santa’s elves.
> Once inside, the battle of wills began. Alan wanted to see Santa
> immediately and Mommy wanted Alan to get new clothes and to see all the wonders the
> store had to offer. In one of the corners of the first floor was a
> interactive display of candy making. Alan loved the fact that he was making candy
> for his friends and himself. He was all smiles, until Mommy suggested that
> next was to buy new shoes.
> Alan was very impatient and rude to the salesman trying to help them.
> “Young man, you are walking on thin ice. Do we need the visit the ladies room?”
> Laura whispered in her son’s ear. Alan was old enough to use the men’s
> room by himself, so this only meant one thing. “I am sorry, sir. I like these
> shoes, but they are a little tight.” After some trial and error, three
> pairs of shoes were purchased.
> Thy made their way past more carolers and up to floor number two, the
> train floor Santa’s train took good little boys and girls all around the floor
> and past and through scenes of Santa’s workshop. There was also a large
> model train display. Alan was having the time of his life and did not want to
> leave. They even bought a model train set.
> A stern look from Mommy and a reminder led him go with Mommy to the third
> floor. There were more carolers and scenes of elves sewing hats and mittens
> and sweaters.
> There were even a couple of sheep in a special holding pen and a lady
> explaining how wool and other thread is made. Alan looked in awe at all the
> wonders in the store. Feeling a tug of his hand, they are soon in the boy’s
> clothes department. “MOMMY, NO!” “I Wanna See Santa Claus.” He stomps his
> feet as shakes his arm, breaking free of his Mommy’s grasp and he starts to
> run towards the escalator. “I Wanna See Santa Claus.” With a sigh and two
> steps, Laura grabs him and picks him up. They return to the boys department.
> “I Wanna See Santa Claus.” Alan then sees a boy about his size. The boy’s is
> face all red and he is crying, He is rubbing his bottom with one hand and
> following his Mommy, his hand in hers. Rubbing his bottom in empathy Alan
> then says “I’ll be good Mommy.” True to his word, he joyfully participated
> in picking out his new clothes.
> On to the fourth and fifth floor. More caroling and elves making toys and
> goodies, and an bit of history being taught. And more purchases
> .
> Finally, they are on the Santa floor. Here was also the top of the tall
> Christmas tree. Alan looked over the railing to see its beginning way down on
> the first floor. “Wow,” he exclaimed, “Mommy, how did they get a tree that
> big in here?” Mommy spotted the plaque and read how the skylight was
> opened and the tree was lowered down by helicopter. “Wow!” Alan yawned. He was
> getting tired and hungry. So was Mommy.
> “Alan, what to you say to a quick lunch and then we’ll go see Santa.”
> “Alan nodded. It was to be a short wait. The store even had the waiters take
> the orders while the visitors were in line to speed things up. They were
> standing next to a young mother and her daughter. While the ladies were looking
> over the menus and talking about their morning and having agreed to share
> a table, they did not notice their children had gone AWOL.
> In a panic, they informed security and started to look for their missing
> children Alan and his new friend Susie went off to see Santa Claus.
> Unfortunately they went off in the wrong direction and were smack dab in the middle
> of the kitchenware department. Alan and Susie wandered around for ten
> minutes trying to find Santa.
> INSTANT.” They turned around and saw their mommies standing about ten feet away,
> each of them holding a paddle. Alan was frozen and started to cry. Susie
> took one look at the paddle her Mommy was holding and started to run in the
> opposite direction with her Mommy chasing her.
> Laura was quickly upon Alan and grabbed his arm so tight she lifted him a
> few inches off the ground and carried him like this past all the people at
> Dobson’s all the way down to the first floor. Alan was trying his best to
> get free and he was screaming at the top of his lungs over and over “I Wanna
> See Santa Claus.” “I Wanna See Santa Claus.” “I Wanna See Santa Claus.”
> His mother was getting angrier and more embarrassed with each step she took.
> She had warned Alan to stay close and not to wander off. They were so close
> to accomplishing their mission, .but running off in a crowded store was
> unacceptable and must be dealt with. “I Wanna See Santa Claus.”
> Alan’s voice was getting hoarse ad he was crying so by now he words were
> unintelligible.
> Once on the main floor, she took Alan into the ladies room. The room had
> three sections. The outer room, with a couple of couches and chairs and a
> few vending machines, the room with the toilets, baby changing stations and
> sinks and a few private rooms, not unlike the changing rooms in the clothes
> departments.
> That is where the two found themselves. Laura sat down on the bench
> setting the paddle down next to her and putting her purse under the bench. She
> began to prepare Alan for his ordeal. While scolding him in a quiet and firm
> manner, she took off his coat and tossed it on the stool in the corner.
> Then she undid there buckle of his belt an opened it. Next she undid the
> buttons of his pants and lowered the zipper. Laura then picked Alan up and
> positioned him so his bottom would be at the center of her lap. She looked up
> and saw the closed purple curtain. She thought while no one could see the
> spanking everyone who was close by could hear the spanking. While not ideal,
> it would have to do. She grabbed the waistband of Alan’s pants and
> undershorts and yanked them down to his knees. She ignored all of Alan’s
> protestations.
> SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. She delivered a firm hand spanking until the
> entire spanking surface of Alan’s bottom was lovely shade of pink. Alan
> tried to remain motionless and quiet throughout. He felt Mommy’s hand and not
> the paddle so he thought he had gotten a reprieve. That was not to be the
> case.
> Mommy stopped just long enough to reposition Alan so his legs would be
> trapped between hers. He was moved forward into a bending over position. His
> head was nearly touching the floor and his bottom was sticking up high.
> His thighs and sit spots were now more exposed, Laura picked up the paddle,
> SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK Alan howled at each spank. The paddle swats were
> slowly administered but the were much harder than the hand spanks. This was
> a spanking Laura intended Alan would never forget.
> Alan was beside himself. Mommy held him so tightly he could barely move.
> Mommy also held his hands behind his back. He thought the spanking would
> never end. All he could do was cry.
> After two dozen swats Laura placed the paddle aside. Alan was still
> howling and screaming and his legs were still twitching his bottom, thighs and
> sit spots were cherry red, but not to the point of blistering or bruising.
> She wondered how Susie and her Mom was getting along. While Laura usually
> lets Alan cry it out across her lap, she knew they were not at home. She
> quickly redressed Alan and carried him out of the room. Sure enough there was
> someone waiting. She sat on the couch and with Alan standing in front of her
> she held Alan in her arms until he stopped crying.
> After they picked up their purchases at the wait desk. Yes, Laura did buy
> that paddle in the kitchen department, it was a small oval bread paddle
> about twice an big as her hand and just as thick. It would get a lot of use.
> Alan was allowed to lay on his stomach on the drive back. The drive was
> silent, expect for Alan’s intermittent crying. Once home Alan was sent
> straight to his room until it was time for dinner. That was in a couple of hours.
> Alan was very sad and well behaved all week, thinking he missed his one
> chance to see Santa Claus this year.
> Early Saturday morning, Robert Alan Hofmeister woke up. He washed himself
> and got dressed. He thought about last Saturday and began to cry. He
> really wanted to see Santa, but he was naughty and not only didn’t he see Santa,
> he got a spanking right there in the store. He laid down on the bed when
> his Mommy came in. “Get up lazy bones” She giggled, “Do you want to see
> Santa or not?” This time Alan behaved. On the drive home, he wondered if Susie
> got a second chance.
> .

Three dozen swats and a rosy red bottom later. By Mary

Disclaimer: These spankings takes place in an alternate reality, where the
spanking of naughty children and spouses is a common occurrence. In our
reality I do not advocate or approve of the spanking of children or the
non-consensual spanking of adults.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Linda opens the door and peeks into the room. She is
crestfallen and angry. Bobby is back under the covers. “ROBERT ALEXANDER

This was his third chance and he had just blown it. Bobby’s fate has just
been sealed.

Linda quickly walks to the bed, and places the medicine bag down at the foot of the bed and repeats the question. “ROBERT ALEXANDER

Bobby just moves as far away as possible while still remaining on the bed and pulls the cover completely over his head.

Linda in one move, that most gymnasts would love to possess, pulls the covers down to his waist then placing it between his legs with her left hand and with her right arm she wraps it around his back just under his shoulders. She lifts him out of bed and while sitting on the edge of the bed places her son face down across her lap.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I am no longer sick or scared, Please Mommy, Can’t I just go to school now. Please, Mommy.”

“Robert Alexander, you told me you are sick, Now we have to find out.” Linda lowers Bobby’s pajama bottoms and undershorts to his knees. She reaches for the medicine bag and places it on Bobby’s back.

“Nooooooooooooooo, Mommy, I’m Sorry, Not that.” Bobby is starting to cry and he feels Mommy spreading his butt cheeks, applying the lubricant and inserting the thermometer.

“Bobby, lay still.” Linda gently slaps Bobby’s bottom alternating between cheeks at a five second intervals for the next five minutes. Linda is still giving her son the benefit of the doubt. She remember the last time they were in this position, Bobby really did have a slight fever.

Bobby is crying softly as he fell is bottom getting smacked. “I’m sorry, Mommy, No More, I’m sorry.” Bobby now wishes he had just gotten dressed for school.
He feels the thermometer being removed. Bobby is on the edge of panic. “What does it say Mommy?”

While cleaning the thermometer, “Robert Alexander McAllister, the good news is you do not have a fever, the bad news is you are going get a spanking.” Linda places the lubricant and the thermometer in the bag and takes out the paddle ball paddle.

Lifting Bobby’s pajama top just high enough for her left hand tom hold his side at he waist age rests her left arm diagonally on his back. Holding the paddle in her right hand, the spanking begins.

“Please Mommy. No” SPANK SPANK, “OWWWEEEE” SPANK SPANK “No More Mommy, I’m sorry. This is repeated throughout the spanking, but his Mommy ignores his pleading. Linda expertly spread the swats all over Bobby’s bottom and upper thighs. Leaving no area over or under spanked.

Bobby is kicking he legs up and down as if he were swimming then crisscrosses them as if they were scissors. Back and forth his legs kick and when tried in vain to avoid the smacks of the paddle. he kicks his pajama bottoms across the room. His cries slowly increase in volume as he words become indecipherable. His tears now flow freely onto the bed. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK The spanking is over but is reaction is delayed for about twenty seconds.

Three dozen swats and a rosy red bottom later, the spanking ends. Linda puts the paddle back in the bag and takes out the tube of Solarcaine. She lets Bobby calm down, while he as still face down over her lap.

When Bobby’s wiggling and crying subsides, “Honey, I spanked you because you lied to Mommy about being sick in an attempt to avoid going to school. This is not acceptable, do you understand?”

“I’m sorry Mommy, It will never happen again.” Bobby is still sobbing but his word can be heard and understood. His Mommy rubs Solarcaine on his bottom and thighs, This feel good and some of the heat subsides. This will also helps to prevent blistering.

Mommy helps Bobby to his feet and pulls up his undershorts. They hug until Bobby stops crying. Looking her son in the eyes “Ace that test, sport.” Bobby laughs, “Yes, Mommy.” Linda turns Bobby around, “Get dressed or you’ll be late for school.”

The next afternoon, he hands Mommy his graded test. “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,” Mommy exclaims as she puts the test on there kitchen table. He heads to the kitchen drawers and pulls out a candy bar and tossed it to Bobby.

On the table in big red letters 30/30 A+.

Megan and Rachel

Dirty Ice Cream

His sister-in-law’s visit was almost over. Max really didn’t mind having his wife’s younger sister Tammy and her two kids stay with them for a week. The Hall family had a pool and with the warm July weather that is where they stayed all day. Tammy’s husband Tom was still in the service, so Max felt like he was helping out by giving his wife and kids a place to vacation while he was deployed. Donna and Tammy were very close growing up in Florida, getting into plenty of trouble together. Donna always claimed that she had taken several paddling that Tammy had earned, but Tammy’s stories seemed to have a different take on it. The sisters almost looked like twins – tall, blond and athletic. Both had their mother’s blue eyes, substantial bosom and belief that child rearing required a sturdy, wooden backed hairbrush. Having two Southern women in his house meant that Max was well fed, that the kids were well behaved and everything was in order. The added benefit was two well built blonds by the pool. Max tried to remind himself that one was his wife’s sister, but at times that just added fuel to his thoughts. It didn’t help that Tammy could be flirtatious, a habit that Donna claimed had earned her sister a few serious spankings even as a teen. It was Saturday. Max had planned on mowing the lawn and his plans were confirmed when he heard Tammy and Donna having issues with the kids. “Megan and Rachel, if I have to tell you one more time to quit pestering each other, its going to be the paddle. Understood?” The ten and eleven year old cousins were so similar that after a week they were getting on each other’s nerves and it was only a matter of time before one or both ended up with sore bottoms. Max decided it would be quieter out front. It took about an hour for Max to mow the front lawn. It was only 11:30 but he had earned a beer. He headed into the house, but stopped short as he entered the kitchen. There was Tammy, a flurry of motion in a white bikini. If the sight of his tanned, toned sister-in-law hadn’t caught Max’s attention, then the two girls with their bikini bottoms pulled down, hands on the kitchen island would have. Megan and Rachel had apparently failed to head their mothers’ warnings, because both seemed poised to get a reminder of what Southern discipline meant, even if given in Colorado. “Maxie, be a dear and help me find that spoon your wife was telling me about.” Tammy was digging through drawers and cupboards, pulling utensils out as she went. And now that she was bending over, going through a lower kitchen drawer, Max couldn’t help but notice how Tammy’s bikini was barely covering her bottom in this position. “Max, did you hear me?” Tammy was now standing with her hands on her hips. Max came to and realized that his sister-in-law was referring to what Donna called the “spanking spoon.” “Let me look.” Max walked into the kitchen as Tammy found a candidate – more like a spatula than a spoon. She took it and stood to the side of her daughter, eleven year old Rachel, whose black bikini bottom was pulled just below her cheeks. “Not sure this will work.” Tammy gave Rachel some solid swats that jiggled her cheeks and left some redness. Rachel squealed and Tammy told her these were just a “test.” She then grabbed a wooden stirrer that had come with a rice cooker and walked over to Megan. There was no question about Tammy’s authority to spank her niece and Megan received twenty stinging licks with the utensil. But Tammy was not satisfied. “I am going to find something to really teach you girls a lesson.” The response was subdued, but clearly Rachel and Megan wished that she was not successful. By this point, Max remembered where the spanking spoon was kept and grabbed it out of a pantry cupboard. “Here you go, Tammy.” Max handed over a large wooden spoon, made of hard wood and with some heft to it. Tammy called Max a “dear” again and took the spoon over to Rachel, standing to her left side and measuring the distance to her bare bottom. Pulling the spoon back, she snapped it into Rachel’s left cheek, then right, alternating stinging swats. “Keep your hands on that counter” was Tammy’s response to her daughter’s slight movement as the spoon went back and forth, causing what had once been a very white bottom to turn red. Tammy’s spanking technique was impressive, thought Max, as were her long, tan legs. Max wasn’t sure he had ever seen a bikini clad woman so determined. Rachel was sniffling and had tears in her eyes as her mom announced that her “warm up” was over and moved over to Megan. Tammy had to use a well manicured finger to adjust Megan’s suit down a bit, and then began a rhythmic lesson on her niece’s bottom. Once both cheeks were red and Megan was crying softly, Tammy walked back to her own daughter. “Both of you were told to stop arguing, stop fighting and watch your tone. Neither of you listened. Now you are both getting a real spanking and you are going to apologize.” With that, the heavy wooden spoon made solid contact with Rachel’s bottom, leaving a darker red oval shaped mark. Tammy spanked hard and fast, pausing to ask her daughter to say she was sorry, to her cousin and the rest of the family. Rachel was crying now, but resisted the request. Tammy’s jaw clenched and Max knew his niece was in trouble. Tammy grabbed hold of the bikini bottoms that were still gripping Rachel just below her buns and gave a sharp tug. Rachel was now bare from the waist down and her mom wasted no time smacking her daughter’s upper thighs with the spoon. A high pitched scream was the response, as was an overall reddening of Rachel’s brown legs. “Momma, please, please I am sorry” came out between sobs. Tammy gave a number of additional swats to make sure the lesson was learned. Back across the kitchen, Megan awaited her fate, knowing that she had better say she was sorry. Aunt Tammy tattooed her bottom as well and, to be fair, pulled down her bottoms and spanked her thighs too. Max was impressed – that woman could spank. And standing to the side of Tammy, the view of her cleavage was as impressive as her discipline. Donna walked in as the spankings were ending. Two very red bottomed girls, bare except for bikini tops, still had their hands on the countertop. The contents of multiple drawers were strewn across the kitchen. And her husband appeared to be staring as her sister adjusted her top and bikini bottom. “Nice show?” Donna asked as she gave a playful swat to her husband’s butt. Tammy noticed what was going on and in her most innocent way said that it wasn’t her fault. “Never is, sis, never is.” Donna laughed. At least someone was having a good time in that kitchen.