Chloe's Christmas Lesson

by Carole Archer

  When Santa had counted out one hundred smacks, he put the paddle down beside him and released her. Chloe immediately stood up and hugged Santa tight, smiling brightly. “Why didn’t you smack me hard Santa?” she asked, frowning.

  Santa laughed loudly. “Chloe, I didn’t tell you that the paddle smacks would be hard. You just assumed that they would be. You were very brave accepting a punishment that you believed would be very painful, and I know you did it to prove to Matthew that you love him,” Santa explained. “I immediately realised that you were truly sorry and wanted to put things right. That’s why the smacks were so gentle.”

  Chloe nodded eagerly. “I do love him, very much,” she agreed, realising at once how lost she would be without Matthew, and not just because of the financial benefits of being with him. She realised in that instant that he truly was her soul mate.

  “If on the other hand you’d been selfish and thought of yourself rather than Matthew, and you had refused the gifts for him, you would have received a hundred very hard smacks with the paddle on your bottom and thighs,” Santa told her sternly. “And I would have turned all of your lovely gifts under the tree into coal,” he added, with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

  Chloe gasped. “Santa, you’re very devious!”

  Santa grinned and gave her a hug and a kiss. “Chloe, it’s time for me to go, I have a very busy night ahead of me.” Chloe giggled, thinking he was taking his job as Santa a little too far now.

  “Now I want you to be a good girl and take whatever punishment Matthew gives you when he gets home with good grace. You know you deserve it, don’t you?” he asked kindly.

  Chloe nodded and swallowed nervously. Her bottom was incredibly sore and she dreaded to think what Matthew had in store for her.

  “Santa’s only given you a warm-up spanking,” he said, gently stroking her hair, “and Matthew might have other punishments in mind that are more humiliating than a spanking,” he added. “I want you to be a good girl for him and do as you’re told.”

  Chloe blushed, wondering what on earth he could do to her that would be more embarrassing than this. And although she didn’t dare tell Santa, for fear of being turned across his lap once more, her bottom was literally screaming out to her that it had received more than just a warm-up spanking.

  “When it gets too much to bear, remember how naughty you have been and how you deserve whatever he gives you,” Santa reminded her, squeezing her hand gently.

  Chloe nodded sadly, realising that she did deserve to be punished, but wondering how on earth she would take further punishment from her husband on top of what Santa had just given her. She reached back and rubbed her tender butt cheeks once more.

  Santa stroked her face gently as she gazed into his eyes. “I’ll be watching Chloe, and if you’re not a good girl I’ll return with a switch, I promise. I’ll stripe you from here to here,” he said, tracing his finger from the top of her bottom, right down her thighs and all the way down to the back of her knees. Chloe gulped, knowing that she did not want that at all. She feared she would never sit down again after such a harsh punishment.

  “I promise I’ll be a good girl,” she said, kissing Santa on the cheek. “Thank you, Santa,” she whispered, her eyes widening as she glanced at the pile of gifts on the bed that were all now wrapped in shiny gold paper, each topped with a pretty silver bow. She blinked several times, wondering how on earth Santa had managed to wrap them without her seeing. She looked around the room, thinking someone must be with him, but she couldn’t see anyone else. She was relieved and sincerely hoped that no one else had witnessed her spanking.

  Santa laughed heartily as he slipped out of the room, waved to Chloe and closed the door behind him. Chloe immediately ran across the room and opened the door. “Santa, wait,” she yelled, but she was stunned to find that Santa had indeed gone. It was almost as if he had vanished into thin air.

  As she searched the house for him, she was almost certain she heard the jingling of bells outside. Shaking her head and wondering if she had been dreaming, she headed towards her bedroom.

  Before she could reach her room, Matthew opened the front door and called out, “Chloe, I’m home, where are you?”

  Smiling, she realised her “Santa” must have been Matthew after all. She grinned as she hadn’t realised he was so good at disguising his voice. She didn’t know how he had done it, but she was glad he had, despite her stinging bottom. She ran downstairs to greet him and was surprised to see that he had got changed so quickly, but she guessed he must have had his clothes on underneath the Santa suit, and threw it into his office downstairs or the car or something.

  She grinned and shook her head, hardly able to believe that she had almost managed to convince herself that there really was a Santa - and that he carried a paddle and smacked naughty girls’ bottoms. Giggling, she rushed down the stairs and threw herself into Matthew’s arms. “I love you,” she told him, clinging tightly to him as tears formed in her eyes. “I love you so very much.”

  Chapter Five

  “Hey, what did I do to deserve this welcome?” Matthew asked, wrapping his arms around Chloe as she covered him in kisses.

  “I’m really sorry I was so naughty,” she told him, grasping his hands as she leaned away from him. “I deserved my spanking,” she added, blushing as she glanced towards the floor, “and I promise I’ll be a good girl now.” Although she had earlier convinced herself that Matthew was not her Santa, there now seemed to be no other feasible explanation for what had happened to her.

  Matthew shook his head and held her at arm’s length. “Chloe, you’ve come up with some classics to prevent me giving you the spanking you deserve, but this one really takes the biscuit, pretending that you’ve already been spanked! I hope you don’t think those few smacks over your clothes earlier were a spanking?” he asked, shaking his head at her.

  Chloe frowned as he laughed loudly and held her close.

  “I’m almost tempted not to spank you, but your behaviour was way beyond what is acceptable,” he told her sternly, his smile disappearing.

  “Now get up those stairs and wait for me, young lady, and no more excuses. You are going to get a spanking tonight and nothing you can say will change my mind.” He punctuated the order by spinning her round in the direction of the stairs and propelling her forward with a sharp smack.

  “Owwwwwwwww! But Matthew, you’ve already paddled my bottom so hard,” she whined, reaching back and rubbing her bottom, pouting as his sharp smack had renewed the intense stinging.

  Matthew looked confused and shook his head. “Chloe, I don’t know if you’ve been dreaming – or drinking,” he suggested as he raised his eyebrows in disapproval, “but I certainly have not paddled your bottom, though it’s a very good idea,” he said, stepping towards her.

  Chloe backed away, her cheeks paling as she reached back and clutched at her buttocks, which still stung. “It must have been my father then, if it wasn’t you,” she said, taking another backward step.

  “Chloe, are you feeling well?” Matthew asked, reaching out and pressing his hand against her brow.

  “I’m fine, apart from a sore bottom courtesy of someone in a Santa suit,” she complained. “He left just before you arrived, so I naturally assumed it was you,” she huffed. “But my father was also angry with me earlier today,” she confessed, lowering her head in shame as she recalled her conversation with him. “I guess he must have come round to teach me a lesson.” She blushed as she gripped her husband’s hand and looked up at him. “You must have passed him on the driveway.”

  “Chloe, the door was locked when I got home,” Matthew said, taking her hand and kissing it gently. “No-one has just left the house, I promise you, and I’ve spent the last hour and a half at a carol service with your father and Mary, so it certainly wasn’t him. Are you sure you haven’t been dreaming?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

  Chloe shook her head. “No, it was real,” she insisted, looking up at Ma
tthew as her heart raced. “My bottom’s still sore,” she told him, as she caressed her stinging bottom cheeks, making sure she hadn’t indeed imagined it.

  “Come here,” he told her, his brow furrowed as he took her hand and led her to the sofa. Sitting down, he guided her across his lap and pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down. “Chloe,” he said sternly, smacking his hand down sharply on the centre of her bottom, “there isn’t a single mark here.” He smacked her again and Chloe shrieked in pain. As he released her, she struggled to her feet and pulled her pants up.

  She looked at Matthew and was saddened to see the stern look on his face.

  “Chloe, go to our room and wait for me. I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls who tell lies to try and get out of a well earned spanking.,” he scolded. “I was cross enough with you already, without you adding lying to the equation. You are going to be one sorry little girl when I’ve finished with you.”

  “But Matthew…”

  “Enough,” he snapped angrily, pointing towards the stairs.

  Chloe pouted as she stomped up the stairs, hardly able to believe that her bottom was not marked. She wondered if she had been dreaming, but she knew that her Santa was real – and her bottom genuinely did hurt; she certainly wasn’t imagining that.

  “Chloe,” Matthew shouted after her. “You’re in enough trouble. Stop stamping your feet now, young lady. If you continue to behave like a child, I’ll have to treat you like one!”

  Chloe sighed and continued to their room. Although she was tempted to stamp, she obediently picked her feet up, not wanting to anger Matthew further. As she reached the top of the stairs, she remembered the presents Santa had left for Matthew. That would be proof that he had been here. She raced into their room and was devastated to find they were all gone. She slumped to the bed and put her head in her hands.

  Maybe I have dreamed it after all, she thought sadly, standing up and turning her back to the mirror, slowly lowering her panties. She gasped, as the only mark on her bottom was a bright red handprint where Matthew had just given her a couple of hard smacks. Sighing, she rubbed her bottom cheeks. “I’m sure it was real,” she whispered. “I can’t have imagined it.”

  Chloe was surprised to feel Matthew’s arms around her as he pulled her close. “Chloe, sweetheart, you’ve obviously been dreaming,” he consoled her, taking her hand and leading her towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her to his side, looking up at her.

  “Maybe you dreamed of the punishment you know you deserve?” he suggested, patting his lap. Chloe glanced down at his strong thighs before looking nervously at him.

  “Come on, Chloe,” he encouraged her, “bend over and we’ll get this over and done with.”

  “But you said I’d dreamt it,” she reminded him, shaking her head and trying to back away from him, as he gripping her hand tightly. “I didn’t deliberately lie.”

  Matthew nodded. “But I certainly didn’t imagine the tantrum you threw this morning,” he reminded her. “That’s what I’m about to spank you for.” He pulled his wife forward, sending her tumbling across his lap.

  Chloe’s pajama bottoms and panties were still below her buttocks, and she wished he hadn’t caught her examining her bare bottom in the mirror. Maybe then he’d have let her keep her panties on at least, she thought sadly. As he pulled them right down to her knees, she realised he probably would have taken them down anyway. She held her breath as he adjusted her position, moving her forward and raising his knee, positioning her bottom for her first ever spanking from her husband.

  She squirmed as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand patting her bottom gently. “Your father told me what you were planning to do,” he said as he started to rub her bottom. “He said you threatened to leave me if you didn’t get what you need,” he added, landing a hard smack on her bottom that made Chloe squeal and kick her legs. “So I intend to give you exactly what you need, young lady.” And then there’ll be no more silly talk of you leaving me.”

  Chloe struggled to push herself up but Matthew held her firmly across his lap. She was mortified to be in such a humiliating position and as he smacked her bottom firmly, her struggles increased.

  “Please don’t,” Chloe begged, going back to her tried and trusted method of getting whatever she wanted by turning on the waterworks and begging. “Matthew, please,” she yelled. “Please don’t beat me. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll never forgive you if you do this to me. I will go back to my father’s and I’ll never return!” she threatened tearfully.

  Matthew’s hand landed harder on Chloe’s bottom and she squealed loudly. She was stunned by how much it hurt. As his hand landed again she scissored her legs frantically.

  “How dare you try to hurt me with threats of leaving? How dare you use blackmail just to try and get your own way? I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady, and you will apologise when I let you up,” he told her sternly. “You’re a selfish, nasty little girl and I’m going to spank that bad attitude out of you if it’s the last thing I do,” he snapped, as his hand cracked down on her bottom once more.

  Chloe’s bottom was burning with pain, but she was amazed that Matthew’s words actually hurt her more. She couldn’t believe she’d made such a callous threat and she felt an immediate need to apologise. She was selfish and nasty. It was true, and she sobbed at the realisation. She loved him and she needed to tell him. Unfortunately Matthew was holding her firmly in position and in no mood for talking at the moment, and she howled in distress as he continued her spanking.

  Chloe sobbed and squirmed as Matthew’s palm cracked down repeatedly on her upturned bottom. She begged and pleaded with him to stop but if anything the smacks got harder. Her bottom was burning and she longed to reach back and rub her stinging cheeks and hopefully persuade him to put an end to her agony.

  When the sharp sound of Matthew’s hand repeatedly landing on Chloe’s bottom finally stopped, she lay across his lap, very subdued and sobbing openly.

  Remembering her harsh words intended to hurt him so much that he would release her from her shameful predicament, she started to cry harder. She was sobbing and shaking so much she hadn’t realised that Matthew had stopped spanking her and was helping her to her feet. She blushed and immediately reached back to her bottom, clutching her stinging cheeks and wailing.

  Matthew pulled her hands away from her bottom and held them. “Chloe, I’m sorry I had to do that but I should have done it the first time you misbehaved. I should have let you know from the start of our marriage what would happen if you behaved like a brat. You’re a married woman now, you can’t keep behaving like a little girl,” he scolded her. “Now I think you owe me an apology.” He squeezed her hand as she trembled and reached her other hand back to rub her stinging bottom.

  “No rubbing,” he scolded, taking her hand and holding that too.

  She lowered her eyes, embarrassed at what had just happened. There had been nothing erotic at all about her husband spanking her and she was just plain humiliated.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, glancing up at him and giving him a small smile. Now she was up from that degrading position and his hand was no longer slamming hard against her bottom, she felt strangely calm, despite the sting in her bottom.

  Matthew smiled and nodded, pulling her down to sit carefully on his lap. As he kissed her cheek and gently stroked her hair, she wrapped her arms around him. “I am sorry,” she told him once more, sniffling. “Truly I am.”

  “I know,” he sighed, kissing her cheek. “I’m partly to blame for you being so naughty. I spoil you and give you all you want and more,” he said, holding her close and giving her a kiss. “I like to give you nice treats,” he admitted, “but these temper tantrums when you don’t get everything you want really must stop.” She nodded and smiled at him.

  Matthew sighed and kissed her cheek once more. “Chloe, you’re not going to like me very much, but I’m not finished with you yet,” he told he
r, unbuttoning her pajama top and removing it. Chloe’s eyes widened as he stood her up and pulled her pajamas and panties to her ankles and told her to step out. She obeyed him immediately, shivering as she stood naked in front of him.

  Matthew got up from their bed and took her hand, leading her through to the bathroom. “Chloe, if you insist on acting like a little girl, I’m going to treat you like one,” he said sternly. “After tonight, I hope you’ll behave more appropriately for a woman your age, otherwise you know what the consequences will be.” As he closed the bathroom door behind them, Chloe swallowed anxiously, wondering what on earth he had in store for her now.

  Chapter Six

  Chloe sat down gingerly on the toilet seat and watched as Matthew filled the bath. She smiled, wondering how a nice bubble bath could possibly be classed as punishment. She was disappointed when a few minutes later Matthew turned off the taps, took her hand and helped her into the few inches of lukewarm water.

  “It’s cold,” she whined, pouting as she looked up at him. “And where are the bubbles?” she complained. “You know I like loads of bubbles in my bath.”

  “Yes, Chloe, and you know that I like my wife to behave like a young lady, not a petulant brat. So until you learn to behave like an adult, you will be treated like the little girl you keep pretending to be,” he said sternly. Picking up a bar of soap, he rubbed it against a sponge and then, grasping her ankle, began to wash her from her feet to her face. He scrubbed roughly and she squirmed and winced, but beyond that dared not protest any further. She had never seen Matthew so cross with her.

  “Get up on your hands and knees,” he ordered, and Chloe scrambled into position, glancing anxiously at him as he put his hand between her shoulder blades and pressed down so her lower body was close to the now murky water.