tagErotic PoetryThe night before Christmas

The night before Christmas

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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
her pleasure could be heard as her panties came down.

"Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"

But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
from many a bad girl with bottom so sore

As she wriggles and squirms 'neath his hand's hearty sting.
But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.

What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee

Til your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!"
And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,

And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
til her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,

And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.

Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack,
the jolly old fellow reached into his sack…

He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.
"Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good."

He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
how effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"

"Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
but the paddle cracked down without further delay,

And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.

Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddle descended again and again…

Til her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
and as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.

But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,

And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.

Then he exclaimed, "Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved
has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.

From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
if you're good then I shan't have to spank you again.

But if you are naughty - remember, my dear,
that Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"

Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
and sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.

So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
with a song in her heart and her bottom aglow

And a sense that all manner of things were all right.
but she slept facing down on her tummy that night

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