12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016

by Jenny Plumb

  A small, “Oh!” came out of her mouth, before she turned and ran up the stairs with a grin.

  “Write a letter to Santa?” Cora asked as she read the slip that was in drawer number twenty-three. “I don’t see how that’s spanking related.”

  “For this one, we’re going to go with the assumption that Santa spanks anyone who ends up on the naughty list. I want you to make your own naughty and nice list to go with the letter. Think about the entire year, and write down everything you can think of that was extra good or extra bad. Depending on how you feel once you’ve done that, you can either write a letter to Santa asking him not to spank you too hard, or you can write a letter to Santa asking him for a gift.”

  “Okay,” she said with a grin.

  “But remember, Santa knows if you’ve been naughty or nice, so if your list is inaccurate, you could get spanked for that. And if there are a few seriously naughty behaviors like, say, that traffic ticket you got over the summer, those should be weighted more heavily than, say, the time you helped my mom make cookies.”

  She bit her lip and blushed. There was no doubt in her mind that if she’d confessed her spanking obsession before getting that speeding ticket, he would have dished out some serious consequences that night. Pouting, she said, “Well crap, now that you brought up the ticket, there’s no way to be on the nice list.”

  “I don’t know about that. One really bad thing doesn’t negate a full year’s worth of being good every day. I’m not judging either way. It’s completely up to you to decide. I want the letter in my hand before you go to bed tonight.”

  Glaring at drawer number twenty-four, she said, “I’m guessing a visit from Santa is in my future.”

  In response Jay started to sing. “You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry…”

  With a snort of laughter, Cora said, “All right, Santa, I’ve got to go get ready for work. Can I put handing out holiday bonuses on my nice list?”

  “You can if you think it belongs there.”

  She sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s up to me, but you’re always telling me I’m too hard on myself, so you know I’ll be on the naughty list.”

  “Hmm…” Jay smirked. “Sounds like you’re getting spanked then.” When he saw her scowl, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Aw, getting a spanking from Santa isn’t that bad, is it?”

  “No. I’ve actually fantasized about that more than once, but… listing all the things I’ve done wrong this year…”

  “And all the things you’ve done right,” he reminded her.

  “Yeah. That’s hard.”

  He pulled her in for a deep kiss. “It will be worth it. I promise.”

  After a long night of writing things down, scribbling them out, and starting over again, Cora handed her husband the letter she’d written to Santa.

  Both Cora and Jay had Christmas Eve off work, so they slept in. When they finally got out of bed, and went downstairs, Cora said, “Can I open the last one?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “‘Santa roleplay’,” she read. “I suppose I have to wait until tonight?”

  “I’ve never heard of Santa coming down the chimney in the middle of the day.”

  “We don’t have a chimney, Jay.”

  He pulled her into a hug. “We have a lot of stressful family stuff to do today. We have to go to my parents’ Christmas party this afternoon, and then we’ve got your mom’s dinner party tonight. Don’t you think it will help keep you calm, focused, and maybe even cheerful if you know we’re going to play as soon as we get home tonight?”

  She sighed. “Yeah, probably.”

  Cora and Jay got home late that night after hours of visiting with people, exchanging gifts, and eating way too much food. As soon as they walked through the door, Cora toed off her high heels, and went to sit on the couch.

  After locking up, Jay went to the Christmas tree, and got a present out from the back. He sat by her on the couch and handed it over.

  “What’s this?”

  “An early Christmas gift.”

  Smiling, she ripped at the paper, and opened the box. She lifted the soft red and green footie pajamas out of the box, and blushed when she saw the back. “Oh my God, Jay, where did you get this?”

  “Online. Do you like it?”

  She nodded and tried out the buttons to undo the flap in the back. Her stomach did a flip just looking at it. “Thank you, Jay. It’s perfect. I love it.” She gave him a quick kiss.

  “I want you to go upstairs, get ready for bed, put your new pajamas on, and then get into bed. Santa will be up to visit you pretty soon.”

  “Okay.” She rushed upstairs, brushed her teeth, and then put on the full body pajamas that zipped up the front. She turned around to look at the back in the mirror, and undid the flap to expose her rear end. Her entire pelvic area clenched at the sight. “We’re definitely having sex while I’m wearing this,” she muttered to herself as she buttoned the flap back up. She turned off the lights, and got into bed, anxiously waiting for ‘Santa’.

  Jay showed up in the doorway wearing black slacks, a red and white Christmas sweater, and a Santa hat.

  Cora smiled. It wasn’t a full Santa costume, but this outfit suited her slim husband better anyway.

  He came over to sit on the edge of the bed and she noticed he had a pillowcase with something in it slung over his back. He set the makeshift Santa bag on the floor, and she noticed that he was wearing black gloves too.

  “Cora Ann, are you awake?” he asked gently.

  “Yes, Santa.”

  “Sit up and turn on your light, so we can talk.”

  She turned on the lamp beside the bed, and sat up to look at him. He leaned down to reach in his bag, and pulled out her letter to Santa.

  “You wrote me a very interesting letter this year. Your good behavior far outweighed your bad behavior, and yet you still put yourself on the naughty list.”

  “I told you why in my letter.”

  He cleared his throat, held the letter up to the light and read, “Dear Santa, I am on the naughty list this year. While I have been good almost every day this year, the three bad things I did make me feel so bad about myself, that I can’t focus on the good things. I know how disappointed you’d be if I lied to you about the list, so even though I don’t want a spanking, and I hope you’re not too hard on me, I do want absolution for the things I’ve done, so that I can focus on my good deeds again. Love, Cora.”

  She nodded, agreeing with what she’d written.

  “I’m proud of you for being so honest, and in just a minute, I’m going to give you a nice long spanking so you can find that absolution and forgiveness that you’ve been looking for.”

  “Thank you, Santa.”

  He handed the letter to her, and pointed to the list section. “Please read me the first item on your naughty side.”

  Very softly she said, “Hid my kink from my husband for over a year.”

  “All right, Cora Ann, over Santa’s lap.”

  Setting the letter down, she crawled to him and put herself over his legs. A soft moan came out of her as he undid the flap to expose her bare backside. A gloved hand rested dead center on her butt, and she squirmed in anticipation.

  “Hiding your kink is not naughty; it’s perfectly understandable to be nervous and afraid to share that side of yourself. Especially in our current society where ninety percent of the people out there will laugh at you, ridicule you, pity you, or worse. I’m not spanking you for hiding your kink. I’m spanking you because you feel guilty about it.”

  Suddenly feeling close to tears, she nodded, and he started swatting her. The smacks held just the right amount of sting for her to enjoy. He spanked at a leisurely pace, alternating sides until her entire butt and upper thighs started turning a light pink. After twenty swats he rubbed for a few seconds before giving her another twenty. During the third set of twenty, her feet began to kick just slightly as the pain stared to become less pleasant.


  Jay reached over for her letter, and set it in front of her. “Read number two for Santa.”

  “Showing up late to so many different things, I can’t count them all.”

  He patted her bottom gently over her faded bruise from five days ago. “Your husband already spanked you for that.”

  “No, he spanked me for making us late one time, and instead of being contrite, I was angry. But over the past few days, I’ve been thinking that over, and he was right. It is extremely rude to show up late to family things.”

  “Well, hopefully this spanking will help purge that guilt.”

  The same easy pace and lightly stinging swats started up again, and Cora relaxed across his lap, letting her worries go, and focusing on the rising pain. Soon she was wiggling to get away from the slaps, but in the second round of swats, the pain tipped over into pleasure, and she was able to settle down. After the third blissful round, she was riding high on endorphins, and smiling.

  “Read number three to Santa.”

  With a sad sigh, she said, “Got a speeding ticket for going seventy-five in a fifty-five zone on the freeway.”

  “Now that was naughty, very naughty, and I am going to spank you for it. Why were you speeding?”

  “No good reason, I just wanted to pass some annoying trucks, and went a little too fast while I did it.”

  He patted her ass. “Stand up for me please, this one calls for something more than my hand.”

  She scooted herself off his lap and stood next to him. He reached down into his sack, and pulled out the leather flogger that they’d bought online.

  “Back over my lap.”

  Once she was in place, he rested the implement on her butt. “Speeding like that is dangerous and costly. It had better never happen again. Is that understood, Cora Ann?”

  “Yes, Santa.”

  “You’re getting thirty.”

  The swats with the flogger were somewhere between playful and punishment, but she’d already gotten to the point where pain felt good, so while each smack made her yelp and wiggle a little, her body wasn’t trying to get away from the pain, and she wasn’t begging him to stop. In fact she was arching her ass up with each smack.

  Once the thirty were done, he put the flogger on the bed, and rubbed her rear end. “You took that very well. Santa is proud of you, and you’re officially on the nice list again.”

  She felt him buttoning up her pajama flap.

  “Stand up,” he said. While she stood and rubbed her bottom, he reached into his bag and brought out a little wrapped box. “Come sit in Santa’s lap.”

  Gingerly she sat down, and squirmed to get comfortable. He held the box out to her. “This is a present from Santa for all the nice things you’ve done this year, because guilt aside, we both know that you should be on the nice list every year.”

  Smiling, she carefully opened it. Red stud earrings twinkled in the dim bedside light, and she gasped. “Are these…”

  “Rubies.”

  “Jay, they’re—” He cleared his throat, cutting her off. She quickly corrected herself and said, “I mean, Santa. They’re beautiful, Santa. I love them. I don’t know if I deserve them, but I love them, so thank you.”

  “I’m going to tell your husband you said you don’t know if you deserve these. He may have words with you about that tomorrow.”

  Her eyes opened wide and she quickly shook her head. “You don’t need to tell Jay, Santa. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

  He raised one eyebrow. “I’ll think about it, but for now, it’s time for little girls to get back in bed and go to sleep.”

  “Yes, Santa.” She got off his lap, set her new earrings on the bedside table, and climbed in under the covers. He tucked her in, kissed her forehead, turned out the light. “I’ll see you next year.”

  “Night, Santa.”

  He walked out of their room, and she heard him moving around downstairs, turning off lights. When he came back the Santa hat, the gloves, and the red Christmas sweater were gone. She watched him take off his slacks and undershirt before going to brush his teeth. He got in bed next to her wearing his boxers.

  She immediately snuggled up. “Jay?”

  “Yes?”

  “That was wonderful for me. How was it for you?”

  “Wonderful fits.”

  “Do you think you could do one more thing for me tonight?”

  “Probably. What is it?”

  “I want sex.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, you never have to wonder if I want that. I always want that, babe.”

  “But I want to leave these pajamas on.”

  “Mmm.” His voice rumbled in his throat. “It’s like you read my mind. I’ve been thinking about that all day long.” He patted her thigh. “Up on your knees with your elbows on the bed.”

  Grinning, she got into position.

  He trailed his fingers across the seam of the flap and then cupped her clothed bottom with his hand. “I can feel the warmth through your pajamas.”

  She wiggled a little, and he gave her a small smack. “Stay still.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His commanding voice only added to her arousal.

  He slowly undid the buttons to reveal her pink flesh. She found it nearly impossible to stay still as he gently squeezed her spanked skin.

  “Oh, Jay, that feels so sore, but in a good way. When you squeeze it like that, it intensifies the soreness without any sharp pain.”

  While one hand stayed on her butt to gently squeeze every few seconds, his other hand moved down, and he slid a couple of fingers into her.

  “You’re so ready,” he mumbled before shoving his boxers down off his hips, lining up his cock, and sliding into her with one thrust.

  “Mmm, yes,” she said while pushing herself back onto him.

  He slid a hand between her pajamas and her hip, and reached around under her to find her clit.

  The mix of intense physical sensations was too much. Between the rhythmic thrusts of his dick, his hand squeezing her sore ass, and his other hand rubbing her clit, it took less than a minute for her entire body to build with growing excitement before jolts of pleasure forced her body to clench again and again. Her orgasm sent him over the edge, and soon they were both panting and enjoying the afterglow.

  She broke the silence by saying, “These are awesome pajamas.”

  He chuckled and slid out of her. “I agree.”

  A few minutes later, Cora snuggled back in bed with him after cleaning up. “Do I get a spanky advent calendar every year?” she asked with a yawn.

  “Absolutely.”

  Soon she was asleep and dreaming about all the Christmases they would share together.

  The End

  Chapter 1

  Raina Michaels shifted in the corner, glancing around quickly to see if John was there. Nope, he had probably gone to get a drink, or, she shuddered and clenched her poor, already pink bottom, an implement from the kitchen drawer. He had only spanked her with his hand so far, but holy cow, it felt like a paddle. The sheriff of Saukville, Wisconsin wasn’t just a pencil pusher behind a desk. He also ran his family’s small farm, giving him that extra paddle-ability strength and hardness. Her bottom agreed. She winced and rubbed out of some of the soreness.

  The door behind her eased open, and she hurried to get back into position, hearing a low chuckle as he entered.

  “Naughty girl.” He tsked and massaged her shoulders. “What did I tell you would happen if you rubbed?”

  Oh God. She moaned as he ran his fingers down her back, over her curves, squeezing her cheeks. He continued between her legs, and flicked her swollen clit. She couldn’t help it. As much as she hated the pain of being disciplined by this man, she also yearned for it. Her body ached for it. Her pussy clenched and leaked arousal, begging for more of him.

  “What happens, little girl?” he growled and smacked her pussy, making her breathless.

  “No, please.”

  “You don’t get to co
me, do you?” he said as he started expertly tickling her most sensitive area, scorching her already overheated body.

  “Please, John. I’m sorry I rubbed. I’ll get back into position. I won’t move. You can spank me with that horrible brush,” she begged and tried to close her legs around his wrist to alleviate some of the ache.

  He gave her a series of hard swats and removed his hand. “You are absolutely right. You aren’t going to move. I am going to use the hairbrush. I’m going to punish your naughty little bottom, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir!” She yelped when he smacked her sit spots.

  “I still haven’t decided if I’ll let you have your release or not. But we only have two more hours before Granny gets back with Eli. So we’d better get going.” He pulled her out of the corner and gave her a warm hug, his chest and arms so strong and firm. She felt safe in them. “Why don’t you bend over the bed while I get the rest of your punishment ready?”

  She complied quickly, racing to place her hips over the stacked pillows and her feet on the floor.

  “We’re going to try something different this time, since you seem to need a little extra incentive when dealing with Grace.”

  She turned her head to the side and watched as he pulled a long, pale object out of the glass of water.

  “This is ginger root,” he explained, showing it to her. “It goes inside your bottom.”

  It was peeled and cut into a shape that made it wider on one end. She shivered and felt her whole body tense. “Will it hurt?” Her voice sounded so little and young.

  “You know I would never hurt you, sweet girl.” He wrapped his body around hers, engulfing her in a hug, then patted her bottom gently. “But this will create a nice little heat inside your bottom to remind you to behave around that woman, and to let me do my job. Are you ready?”

  “Y-yes, sir.” She was nervous about this heat he had mentioned, but she knew John wouldn’t harm her.

  “So, before we begin, why are you in this position, about to have your bottom filled with ginger root, and then paddled?” His clear blue eyes were kind, but held a firm gaze of authoritativeness in them, just like when he’d stopped her the first time, for parking on the wrong side of the road.