Blushing Bottom
purrrrrrrrrrfect pleasure
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I know Christmas is over and please don't get all over me for dragging it back to life but I got this in the mail today and thought it too cute to not share.
We, still being in the 'tween times and Little Christmas not yet passed I feel this may still be seen as PC.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.
Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!
But Santa just chuckled, I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with bottom so sore
As she wriggles and squirms neath his hands hearty sting
But a promise like that - why It meant not a thing
What matters, dear one, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee
Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!
And with that, the old fellow did just what he said
And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night
And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.
Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack.
He produced a fine paddle of well seasoned wood
Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good
He remarked with a grin, and I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind.
Oh please, Santa! No more! she cried in dismay,
But the paddle cracked down without further delay.
And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming rear cheeks.
Poor dear how she wriggled but all was in vain
For the paddle desended again and again
Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore
But at last he relented allowing her to rise
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes
And murmuring, there, it's all over, my dear!
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.
Then he exclaimed, Well miss, your sweet bottom so curved
Has just the sound spanking it so richly deserved.
From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain
If you're good then I shant have to spank you again.
But if you're naughty - remember, my dear
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!
Then smiling he shouldered his bulging big sack
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.
So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know
With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow
And a sense that all manner of things were all right
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.
We, still being in the 'tween times and Little Christmas not yet passed I feel this may still be seen as PC.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.
Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!
But Santa just chuckled, I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with bottom so sore
As she wriggles and squirms neath his hands hearty sting
But a promise like that - why It meant not a thing
What matters, dear one, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee
Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!
And with that, the old fellow did just what he said
And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night
And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.
Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack.
He produced a fine paddle of well seasoned wood
Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good
He remarked with a grin, and I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind.
Oh please, Santa! No more! she cried in dismay,
But the paddle cracked down without further delay.
And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming rear cheeks.
Poor dear how she wriggled but all was in vain
For the paddle desended again and again
Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore
But at last he relented allowing her to rise
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes
And murmuring, there, it's all over, my dear!
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.
Then he exclaimed, Well miss, your sweet bottom so curved
Has just the sound spanking it so richly deserved.
From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain
If you're good then I shant have to spank you again.
But if you're naughty - remember, my dear
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!
Then smiling he shouldered his bulging big sack
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.
So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know
With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow
And a sense that all manner of things were all right
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night.
