Officer Tracy Cowan leaned forward on the balls of her
feet, trying to ease the pain that came from standing
in one spot for too long. She surveyed the long line of
kids waiting their turn to see the department store Santa,
and silently cursed the unknown theif who had been responsible
for the rash of purse snatchings that made her presence
necessary. She reached behind her bent her back, trying
to ease the cramped stiffness, and in so doing, she brushed
her hands over the swelling of her buttocks under the
regulation uniform. She could still feel the faint, stining
tingle from the spanking, and remember back to just a
few hours ago.
Cowan sat on the edge of her bed, and looked at the floor
between her sock feet. It was Christmas time, Santa was
coming to see what she wanted for a present, like he did
every year, and to discuss whether or not she had been
a good girl. She felt excitement at the thought of her
gift list for this year. A Barbie doll, with all the latest
clothes, a new bike, a Nintendo set with the neat gun
that you fired at ducks on the TV screen, and of course
new clothes. Her hope soared in her chest, making her
breathing come in heavy anticipation. She'd tell Santa
how good she'd been all year, and surely he would be moved
to grant her requests. Soon, now, he would come and she
would sit on his knee and oooooh she just couldn't wait.
sound of heavy steps on the stairs, and the merry tingle
of the bells on his boots brought the girl out of her
reverie. He's coming! The sounds stopped outside her door.
He's almost here! The knob turned slowly. Right now!!
Tracy sat up straight on her bed, knees together, and
smoothed the front of her skirt, and straightened the
material of her blouse over her budding breasts. "They
really are getting bigger.” she thought to herself,
enjoying the hardening of her nipples as she did so. The
door opened and Tracy's concentration went back to the
big man in red that she had been patiently waiting for,
and in walked Santa.
beard was whiter than white, and the rosy red cheeks,
were all the more red, surrounded as they were by the
white fur trim of his red hat. The shiny black belt around
his ample tummy, the white gloved hands inserted in the
front, jiggled as he walked, and matched perfectly the
black boots with the little bells on them. "HO! HO!
HO!” he bellowed in that low, grandfatherly voice
that Santa always had. "Merry Christmas, Tracy, HO!
sprang from the bed and raced over to the man, wrapping
her arms around Santa, and hugging him tightly. "OH
SANTA!” she exclaimed breathlessly. "I've
been waiting for you all night, and now -- now you're
finally here! I can't believe it! You're here.”
HO HO. Of course I'm here.” he said squeezing the
girl's shoulders and stroking the long, straight blonde
hair. "Did you think that I would forget to visit
such a lovely, little girl as you?” Tracy just
shook her head, no, and continued to bury her face in
the red tunic, where the faint trace of pipe tobacco was
clearly detectable. "Of course you didn't. HO HO
HO! Why, you're the reason that I came all the way from
the North Pole, five weeks before Christmas, HO HO.”
He held her out and looked down into the bright blue eyes.
"Why don't you come over here,” he said, pointing
to the edge of the bed, "and sit on my lap.”
Tracy took his hand in both of hers and led him to the
bed, like any excited child would do.
yes!” she exclaimed, seating him and climbing onto
his lap, and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I've
been a good girl, all year.” she said breathlessly,
"And I want a Barbie doll, with all the latest clothes,
it, just a minute young lady.” Santa said, "You
said you've been good all year?” Santa looked deep
into the girl's eyes as she nodded her head emphatically.
"Well, let's just take a quick peak at my notebook,
shall we.” he said reaching into the huge pocket
of his tunic and pulling out a small red note pad. Tracy
nodded her head again, and laid her head on Santa's shoulder,
as he leafed through several sheets on the pad. "Here
we are! Tracy Cowan --- What! My oh my oh my!”
he said turning a page. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you sure
you've been a good girl?” he asked
sir.” Tracy said into his beard.
that's not what my notes tell me, Tracy. According to
my records, you've been a most naughty little girl. Not
keeping your room clean, not coming home on time, not
doing homework,...”, Santa flipped a page over
and continued to read.
wasn't me.” Tracy protested, while a small knot
of fear started to grow in her tummy.
interrupt when I'm speaking.” he commanded. "That's
being rude and impolite, to say the least.” Tracy
nodded her head as Santa continued to read from his notes.
"Disobeying your daddy, sassing him back, playing
tricks on him like turning on his car lights...”
was an accident. I didn't mean to run his old battery
down. It just happened.”
are interrupting me again.” Santa admonished.
sorry, Santa.” Tracy said humbly, looking at her
I was saying; turning on his car lights, and hiding his
keys, and turning on the hot water in the sink while he
was in the shower. Did you do those things?”
I, guess so.” she stammered as the fear in her
tummy grew to gigantic proportions.
what's this,” Santa continued to check his notes,
"about you wetting your pants? Did you do that?”
Tracy nodded again. "That is really naughty isn't
it? Especially for a girl of your age?” Tracy felt
a wave of embarassment flow over her at the mention of
this intimate and humiliating event. "And you still
think you've been a good girl?”
felt the guilt well up within her, as she shook her head
no. She'd been a naughty little girl all year, and she
knew it, and hung her head in shame. "In fact,”
he continued, "you've been a bad girl, haven't you?”
Again Tracy nodded agreement, too ashamed to speak out
loud. "What do you think I should do with such a
bad girl?” Santa asked, his beard moving with each
don't know.” Tracy said quietly.
young lady,” Santa said standing the girl up. "I
think that what you deserve is a good, old-fashioned spanking
for being such a bad little girl.” Tracy felt a
sudden thrust of fear and anticipation through her entire
being, except for the area between her legs, which pulsed
with a liquid heat that quickly spread across her thighs
and up her abdomen. "Can you think of any reason
that you shouldn't be spanked?” Santa asked, looking
her directly in the eyes. The thought of being spanked
scared Tracy, and thrilled her at the same time, but she
couldn't find the strength to answer the man, so she remained
well then, Tracy,” he said guiding the girl around
to his right side, and edging her till she the front of
her young thighs touched the outer edge of his right leg.
Tracy realized that she was being put into position to
lay across his knee, and she found her voice, at the edge
don't spank me.” she pleaded. "I'll be a good
girl.” but Santa held her left arm above the elbow
and by applying gentle pressure, urged the protesting
girl down over his knee. "Really I will. Please don't
spank me.” she said as her weight fell and rested
completely in the undignified position.
sorry,” Santa said while removing his white glove
and rolling up the sleeve of his red coat. "But you
have been a bad little girl, and you've left me no choice
but to punish you most severely. You deserve a good spanking.
I've put you across my knee in the proper position for
a spanking, and you are going to get a good spanking.”
His glove removed and his sleeve rolled up, Santa reached
down to the hem of the girl's skirt, and started to pull
it up, slowly exposing the girl's thighs, and the stretched
material of her pink panties. Tracy didn't appear to notice
the raising of her dress. Instead she just buried her
face in the blankets, and sobbed quietly, as Santa gently
laid the bundled skirt above the elastic waistband of
her underpants. Then, ever so slowly, he inserted his
fingers in the garment, and started inching it down. Tracy
became aware of what was happening to her then, and reached
back to stop him. "No, Santa, please don't pull my
panties down!” she pleaded. "I'll be good,
but don't spank my bare heiny.” she tried to stop
his hand, and pull her dress down at the same time, and
failed in both efforts. "I don't want you to see
me bare naked. Please don't spank me bare!” she
cried. But Santa just took a firm grip on her right wrist
and pulled it sharply into the middle of the girl's back,
and pushing down smartly.
been a very bad little girl, Tracy.” he said as
he inserted his right hand into the pink panties and started
easing them down again. "And although Santa doesn't
like to do this,”. He eased the garment down exposing
the upper crack between her young cheeks. "You are
going to be spanked on your naughty” the material
bunched up and Santa pulled it down over the crest of
her behind, "bare” --- her behind completely
exposed, Santa shucked down the girl's panties at the
right and left thigh, "bum.”. Santa, aided
by the girl's attempts to avoid it, pushed the underwear
down till it rested in an untidy heap at her knees. Tracy,
resigned to her fate, cried quietly, as an embarassed
flush spread across the surface of her exposed bottom.
Gone was the fear and anticipation. It had been completely
replaced by the liquid-like turmoil in her young loins.
viewed the trembling behind over his knee, and gently
stroked the twin mounds, noting the sudden appearance
of the goose pimples on it's otherwise smooth surface.
He traced one finger down the crack and the pimples multiplied
in number, as he placed his flat palm firmly down on the
middle of the right cheek. He paused and allowed the warmth
to build a little, before raising his hand shoulder high.
He paused, as Tracy sobbed a gentle sob, then brought
it down with a resounding "SLAP” exactly where
it had rested a second ago. "OWWW!” Tracy
cried, arching her back as much as her position would
allow. Santa held his hand in place for a second and allowed
the girl to relax before lifting his hand and noting the
pink spot it had covered. "SMACK” his second
spank landed in exactly the same position on Tracy's left
buttock. "OUCH!” Tracy cried but didn't arch
her back, as Santa's hand landed for the third spank.
Within seconds, Tracy's bum was a light shade of pink,
and her sobs had turned to a continuous humming sound.
After about thirty spanks, Santa stopped to check on his
progress. Her bum was a uniform shade of red, now, but
his wasn't finished yet. "Are you going to mind your
manners?” --- spank, spank, spank ---
Santa. --- Please don't spank me any more!”
are you going to mind you daddy?” --- five more
landed on the girl's bare bum, spank, spank, spank, spank,
spank. "And not play any tricks on him?”
Yes. Oh, Yess!” she squealed.
are you going to do your homework, and keep your room
clean?” --- spank, spank, --- "Are you?”
Please, don't spank me any more. I'll be a good girl.
are you going to be good girl, and not wet your pants
again?” --- ten more spanks landed, five on each
cheek of the already red bum.
Santa.” Tracy cried, her breathing coming in deep
sobs. "I'll be a good girl, and I won't pee my panties
again. Honest, I won't.”
had better,” -- spank, spank -- "be a good
girl,” -- spank, spank, -- "Tracy.”
-- spank, spank, -- "Because if you don't”
-- spank, spank, -- "Santa will have to come back,”
-- spank, spank -- "and” -- spank, spank,
-- "really give you” -- spank, spank -- "what
for” -- spank, spank, -- "with his belt.”
Tracy tensed as the first wave of her orgasm exploded
over her, hitting her lungs and breasts and flashing out
to every corner of her body.
Santaaaaa!” she screamed as the pain in her behind,
mingled with the lava flow from between her legs, and
set fire to her whole being.
- - - - - -
minutes later, as Tracy lay spooned with her back against
his stomach, his arms firmly snuggled around her, she
held her husband's throbbing cock deep in her and luxuriated
in the hot trickling sensation of their combined fluids
as it seeped out of her neatly shaved vagina and snaked
across the hemisphere of her well-spanked bottom. "That
was precisely what I wanted.” she thought to herself.
"A whole lot better than I ever dreamed it could
be.” The Santa suit and her little girl dress were
on the floor.
glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, mentally
giving them an hour before they had to start getting dressed
for their shift at the police station, and while he rested,
she considered other role-playing scenarios that they
could do. Minister and confessor, teacher and student,
father and daughter, brother and sister, cop and hooker
--- that one sounded real good --- ..............