Page 13 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“And you disobeyed. What did I say would happen if you broke the rules?”

“I don’t remember,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. She could tell that she’d disappointed him, and hard as it was to imagine, that knowledge stung more than her rosy backside.

“I told you that it would make your spanking longer,” he reminded her.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to! It just h-hurts so b-bad!” she wailed, the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. They dropped onto her cheeks one after another, coursing hot and fast down her cheeks.

“Shh. It’s okay. I forgive you. I know this is a lot to take in, and it’s your first time. That’s youronlyfree pass, though, do you understand? I will not tolerate another delay, not now, or in the future.”

In the future? Ha! She wasn’t going to get near him with a ten-foot pole after this!

“Do I make myself clear, Sara?”

“Yes, Sir! I… I understand, Sir.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to hold you to that.” Without another word, Alex’s hand went back to work smacking up and down her cheeks as though to a beat only he could hear. Sara, her defenses worn down, began to cry in earnest, her cries and screeches adding to the very unusual musical number.

“Ouch! It hurts!” she cried out, suddenly feeling the need to state the obvious.

“I know.”

Hmph! Did he really? Or was he guessing merely by the color of the ass he was meticulously lighting aflame—she was sure it had to be beet red by now!—and the tears dripping onto the pants of his police uniform?

“Please!” she begged at the top of her voice. “Please, Sir, please stop!”

Alex’s hand continued the rhythm it had set without pause: left, right, middle, left, right, middle. “I’ll stop when I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, and not a moment before.”

“But Ihave!” she insisted, silently begging him to believe her.

“We’ll see.”

With a loud, frustrated cry, Sara decided that Alex was the meanest person she’d ever met. He sure didn’t look like it, with those kind blue eyes and that warm smile. But behindthat dimple and the big, strong shoulders was the heart of a monster who enjoyed making girls cry! Clearly he must, or he would have stopped by now. Didn’t her tears show that she was sorry enough?

Well, he could forget her crying anymore, no matterhowmuch her butt hurt. Gritting her teeth, Sara set her mouth in a determined line and vowed to take the rest of her punishment in silence.

* * *

For her first spanking, she was doing rather well, Alex thought to himself. Sure, she’d tried to get off his lap, but that was no more than he’d expected. He’d gone through that with women who got their butts reddened on the regular. Hearing that they were going to get a spanking was quite a different thing than actually experiencing it. And when the pain grew to be too much, they often forgot the rules he’d set out in the beginning. Of course, Sara was the only one he’d ever given a free pass to. Then again, she was also the first girl over his lap who’d never taken a spanking before, so he figured that it was fair. Next time, she wouldn’t be so lucky.

He shook his head at himself—he wasn’t even done with this spanking and he was already thinking aboutnext time. There wouldn’t be a next time. After all, she’d only be here a couple of weeks for the holidays and she would probably be on her best behavior from here on out. It was a pity—she had to be the most natural submissive he’d ever had over his knees before, though he doubted she knew it.

Alex’s hand was stinging, but he knew it was nowhere near as bad as her butt was hurting her. She was trying to play it cool right now, lying all rigid and determinedly silent over his lap, but he didn’t doubt that she felt every stinging spank. Now the trick was to get her past the idea that she could freeze him out and pretend that it didn’t bother her. Only then would they come to a place where she could be encouraged to change her risky behavior.

Ignoring the pins and needles in his own palm, he pulled his arm back and let it fly against her bottom. A loud thud echoed across the room. A gasp escaped through Sara’s pinched lips, and he knew that he was on the right track. He waited a few moments, giving the spank time to sink in before he delivered an equally hardy wallop to her trembling mounds. A muted whimper from the girl over his lap was his reward. Alex used this technique again and again until finally, the icy walls broke down and Sara began to weep in earnest. Only then did he rest his hand.

Once she was past the sobs and had settled on to a softer cry, he began to speak. “Why are you being spanked, Sara?”

“B-because I r-ran a st-stop sign!” she wailed.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

“W-wh-what?”

He answered her with a flurry of sharp spanks to the meaty part of her bottom where her thighs met her sore rear.

With a long, yelping cry, Sara immediately complied.

“Good girl.” He gave her bottom a soft pat, but even that made her wince. His job was nearly done here. “Now, I’ll ask again. Why are you being spanked?”

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