Page 95 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Throwing the cover off, she dashed off of the couch so fast, I thought that there was a fire under her ass. There would be one soon.

I stood up and waited for my wife to come back with what I requested.

When she finally did, she slowly walked toward me and placed both items in my outstretched hand. Her face was so flushed. It was most likely from embarrassment that I had made her go and fetch the objects that I would soon use to redden her backside. I was hoping that that embarrassment kept her from repeating the same offense for a third time.

Not needing either implement yet, I laid them down on the coffee table. “Bend over the side of the couch. You may clutch a pillow if you want to.”

She pulled one into her chest and hugged it tight.

Walking behind her, I ran my hand over her already pink cheeks. She was going to be sore after our session today.

Not wanting to prolong this, I began with four smacks with my hand, two on each cheek. When she didn’t make any noise, I continued the spanking, smacking all around her backside and her sit spots.

She might have greatly disappointed me, but I wasn’t going to start her spanking without a warmup with my hand. If I didn’t give her this, the pain from the spanking would be much worse.

When her ass was a rosy shade of red and well heated, I decided it was time to move on with the next part of her punishment.

Picking up the hairbrush, I gave her four hard swats, two on each cheek.

“Ouch! Stop,” she cried, wiggling her ass.

I put my free hand on her lower back and pressed down to stop her moving. “Staystill, little girl, or else I’ll give you extra swats to help you stay still.”

She froze where she was. I knew that she didn’t want that. “Yes, Sir.”

I placed four more smacks on her bottom, making sure to not hit the same spot on her ass twice. I knew that the hairbrush would cause a huge concentrated sting in the spot I hit.

She whimpered and I paused her punishment to rub her backside. Her butt was very hot and fairly red.

I hated having to punish her, but when she directly disobeyed the rules that we had agreed upon together, she left me no choice.

I laid the last two strokes of the hairbrush down on her ass. She let out a small cry and I stopped to rub her bottom again and offer her some words of encouragement.

“You’re doing very well. You have six strokes with my belt left and then your punishment will be over.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I put the brush down on the coffee table and picked up my belt. I grabbed both ends and held them tight in my hand. The black leather was cool, but I knew that it would be heating up when I used it on her skin.

“Here comes the next part of your punishment.”

She squeezed her pillow as her butt muscles clenched up; that would only make this experience worse for her.

“Take a deep breath for me and relax. You know this will hurt more if your muscles are tight.”

She did as I asked and before she could think about tensing up again, I gave her the first two smacks on the lower side of her cheeks.

“Ouch! That h-hurts!” she cried, as her feet hopped back and forth on the floor. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry.

“That’s the point of a punishment, dear. It’s supposed to hurt so that you don’t repeat the same action that landed you in this position in the first place.”

Rubbing her heated skin, I waited a moment for her to calm down some before I continued. When her feet stopped dancing, I positioned myself to lay the next two smacks down on her naughty behind.

The two strokes fell on the upper side of her cheeks this time. The whoosh and thwap of each lashing blow was the only sound that filled the room. With each one, my belt left a dark red mark on my disobedient sub’s bottom.

She was starting to sob now. Her entire body shook with her cries. I hated having to do this to my wife, but I knew we wouldn’t be able to move on if I didn’t. Before we got married, I vowed to be the head of our family and to reward my wife when she behaved, and punish her when she disobeyed. I took that responsibility very seriously because I knewdespite the pain it sometimes caused Chloe, it was what she and I needed.

“You’re doing very well, little one. We only have two strokes left to go.”

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