Page 34 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“No!” she groaned, eyes wide. “You can’t… you can’t… on my butt!”

“You’d prefer I use it where, exactly?”

She scowled at the sight of his twitching lips. “You’re not funny! And you can’t! You just can’t!”

“I’d be very careful about being bossy right this minute, little girl,” he warned.

That was all Daddy had to do to rein her back in. She was his sniffling little one in no time. “Please?”

“I’m afraid not, honey. When you’ve earned a punishment, you’ll always get it. And what you need is a very sore, red bottom to teach you to behave in the future. Now isn’t that right?”

“I’ll besogood and I’ll do everything you say, right away with no repeating.”

“Isn’t that right, Sara?”

She sighed and hung her head. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now lie over my lap so we can get that naughty bottom of yours blistered.”

She reluctantly lay back over his lap, pushing her bottom up and presenting it for his stern correction. She didn’t have to wait long. She could swear she heard the horrible implement cutting the air before it landed across her bottom with a loudthwack. Sara found herself jolting upward, but Daddy quickly caught her around the waist to keep her firmly in place.

“I’d suggest you grab onto the arm of the chair, because if that happens again, we start over.”

“No,” she protested, words tumbling out of her mouth one after the after. “No, please. You can’t do that again. Ithurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, sweetheart. That’s what ensures you won’t do it the next time you want to have your own way.”

“But it hurts somuch!”

“I know, baby. Now, if you behave yourself and take these like a good girl we only have nine more to go.”

“Nine?!” she screeched. It suddenly seemed like an impossibly high number.

“Yes, nine. Now, try to lie still.” No sooner had he spoken, it seemed, than that awfulstrap was coming down again like an angry dragon against her poor, tender flesh.

“Yow!”

And again, the fearsome, hard creature laid another angry line into her skin.

“Da-da-daddy!” Sara wailed.

“You’re doing so good,” he comforted her. “Just keep being good.”

Sara didn’t know if that was possible, but it didn’t seem to matter because the hard, inflexible piece of leather was soon punishing her again. And then again. Oh, how it burned! It burned worse than fire! It was like horrible, molten lava that burned deeper and deeper into her buttocks, spreading its awful ache to other parts of her flesh.

Thwack.

“N-n-no!” she spluttered, crying her eyes out. “Please! Nomo-or-re!” she begged.

“Almost done, baby. Think about why you’re being punished.”

“Go-good g-girls always o-obey Da-daddy,” she sobbed. She started to say it again, but before she could even getgoodout of her mouth, the strap was smacking her fiery bottom.

Sara balled her fists and beat the arm of the chair. When the next smack of the strap landed, she howled for all she was worth. She tried to twist and turn, but Daddy was holding her down.

“Settle down,” he warned, a note of sternness creeping into his voice. “If you do that again, we’ll start over.”

The threat made her sob, but kept her still enough to take the remaining two stripes without wrenching free. But when he removed his restraining arm, she leapt up from the chair and began to dance around the room, holding her bottom and howling for all she was worth. She could feel Daddy watching her and she knew that she should be embarrassed for the way she was acting, but she was in so much pain that she couldn’t even worry about that. All she could think about was when the aching in her well-spanked bottom would quit.

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