Page 22 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Apparently I didn’t provide a memorable enough lesson in the car, so I intend tomake up for it now,” was the last thing he said before he set to work in earnest. His hand created quite an impression as it landed with a sharppopagain and again. Alex kept his eyes on her smooth cheeks, watching as the creamy skin flushed pink. He made sure to paint every inch of his naughty canvas the same shade of blush and then set to turning it darker. All the while, Sara bounced and yelped over his lap.

“I’m sor-ree!” she cried out, but her only answer was the smattering of smacks that rained down. It wasn’t long before sniffles turned to tears and Sara gave up her twisting and squirming to lie helpless over his lap, until he deemed her punishment through.

When he finally let her up, he noted that her cheeks were blushing furiously.

“I’m sorry,” she tried again, going to bury her face in his shirt. He let her, but after a quick hug, he pulled her away again.

“Ihadalready warned you before we went inside,” he said, the sternness in his voice making her sense that they weren’t quite through yet. “And because of that, I think this spanking calls for a little something extra.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, choking back a sob that threatened to escape.

“I want you to go into the kitchen, look in my utensils canister, and get me the widest wooden spoon you can find.”

Her eyes widened to huge circles. “I… I said I was sorry. I know I was a bad girl, but… but you’ve already spanked me. And Iamreally sorry.”

“If you were that sorry, I don’t think you’d be arguing with me again, would you, little girl?”

She winced at the reproof and reached for her pants.

“Take them off,” he instructed. “You won’t need them.”

With another wince, she pulled them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. Then Alex watched as she went into the kitchen. Her bottom was the color of strawberry ice cream.

When she returned and offered him the wooden spoon, he nodded his approval and reached out and took it.

“Bend over the table this time,” he told her, “and stick your bottom out. There—yes, just like that. I’m going to give you two on each cheek this time. I want each of them to remind you that I won’t tolerate any argument where your safety is concerned. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she offered softly. When she’d obeyed his order, he stood and adjusted her just so before aligning the spoon with the intended target—the meatiest part of her bottom.Wham!It slammed against her flesh, causing her to cry out, just as he’d known she would. He gave it a few moments for the full impact of the spank to set in before he aimed the spoon for the exact same spot on the other cheek. He gave it an equally hard wallop that left Sara gasping. He gave her a longer break this time—enough of one so that she could catch herbreath.

“Hold on tightly to the table,” he cautioned her. “That way, you won’t accidentally turn around. If you do that, we’ll have to start over.”

With a tearful “yes, Sir,” Sara obeyed and he raised his hand again.

This time, Alex focused on her sit spots where the bottom and thigh meet. If she was going to be doing lines, he wanted her to be very focused. The best way to accomplish that was to give her something to think about. He gave her two more smarting pops, one to each of her sit spots. By the time he finished, she was whimpering in protest as tears streamed down her cheeks. But he was very impressed that she hadn’t let go.

“All right, baby. Your spanking is over now. You’re through, you can turn around now.”

She did so and immediately threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shirt.

“I thought you didn’t want my hugs?” he asked with a loving chuckle.

“I wouldn’t need a hug if you h-hadn’t sp-spanked me so hard,” she cried.

“Little girls all need hugs from their daddy,” he replied as he squeezed her. This was the part he enjoyed the most—when he got to comfort her over a well-earned punishment. He knew that he’d done his job delivering the lesson she needed, and now she took respite in his loving embrace.

Once the tears had mostly subsided, he pried her away from him. “Okay, baby-girl, now it’s time to get to those lines. You have fifty. I want them to say ‘I will not talk back to Daddy.’ Nice and neat.”

Sara groaned and made a face at him but she began to move to sit. On her way, she paused and began to reach for her pants, but he cleared his throat.

“What?”

“I told you. You won’t need them.”

Grumbling under her breath, Sara sat, trying to muffle her cry as she sat down. He knew that the hard wood couldn’t feel very good on her sore, red bottom. He got her three sheets of clean notebook paper and two sharpened pencils, which he put in front of her. Then he sat down across from her and continued to read his paper, holding it in front of his face so that she didn’t see him smile when she fidgeted in her seat.

Alex had nearly read it cover to cover when she finally announced that she was finished. Setting the paper down, he took the sheets from her and looked them over before nodding his approval. “Very good. Now, I think you should take a nap.”

“I’m not sleepy,” she said in the most pitiful little girl voice he’d ever heard.

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