Xmas in the Mall

by Gary

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In the town of Spanksville, there is a different Christmas tradition, different from those in other, bigger cities. True, like other cities, Santa Claus was present in the mall for all the little boys and girls, listening to what they wanted for Christmas and how good little boys and girls they were. So, too, in this mall, there was the usual line of children waiting for their opportunity to see the fat, white bearded, jolly old man. However, adjacent to this line was a second line. This line was made up of, not little boys or girls, but teenaged boys and girls. There were other differences as well. For one, while Santa was the one waiting at the front of the first line, sitting on his soft chair, the person at the end of the teenagers' line was "Ms.Claus". Instead of a red robe that Santa wore, Ms.Claus wore a red dress with a white collar that allowed her right arm a full range of motion which was important for what her function in the mall was. Also, she wasn't fat like Santa, but was tall and athletic, clearly a person who had worked out often. She also had an imposing but pleasant look to her. The other main difference was the attitude of those waiting in line. While those youngsters waiting for Santa were, with just a few exceptions, anxious and happy, in the full spirit of the holiday, those in the other line were not happy. Some were nervously biting their lips, others were almost crying and some were kept in line by the grip or presence of a parent. What was the reason for these reactions? Well, let me take you back to the first year this exhibition opened to the public.

When Ms.Claus first appeared and sat down on the chair specially made for her(this chair was unusual in that it's seat was high off the ground and there were no arms on either side of the chair.), there was plenty of stirring and curiosity among the teens that saw it, especially seeing the sign stating "FOR TEENAGERS ONLY". Then the morning of its grand opening arrived. The first two in line were Bobby and Linda, 15 year old twins. They were brought to the store by their mother early that day with a "suggestion" that they visit the new attraction that was opening up. It so happened that these two twins were a constant trial for their parents, always in trouble with their misbehavior and their permissive parents were at their wit's end. Waiting in line, the twins were laughing and ridiculing the smaller kids in the other line. Seeing all this, unnoticed, was Ms.Claus, shaking her head. She made an imposing sight, with her legs making a impressive "platform" which would be very useful.

Looking over to the line, she called the twins over to her. Bobby then asked if they could sit on her lap. Ms. Claus smiled to herself and told them "sure, why don't you both sit on my right knee facing to my left." They did so and Mrs.Claus asked them the traditional question.

"Have you been a good girl and boy this year?"

To which the twins replied giggling "Very good."

Ms.Claus just smiled and said "I know just what you need for Christmas."

Bobby responded "Yes, a red ski jacket."

To which Ms.Claus said "Not quite, but you have the color right."

And in a quick motion before the twins realized what was happening, they found themselves in a position they never were in before. They found themselves face down over Mrs. Claus' left knee with Ms.Claus' right leg clamped over their legs. The twins were in such a state of shock, they couldn't even sputter out a protest.

Linda finally blurted out "What are you doing?"

Ms.Claus only replied "I would think it would be obvious even if you haven't ever been spanked before! This is surely a special Christmas, it's not often you can get a Christmas present that it so new and so practical as well. You two should be very pleased."

"Pleased" wasn't the exact term the twins had in mind at that point. While all this was taking place, those waiting in the other line were witnessing what was taking place and were both shocked and laughing, as they remembered the ridiculing by the twins a few minutes ago. Those who were waiting in the same line as the twins weren't laughing at all, though. Some tried to get out of line but it seemed that their parents were right there to stop them. Coincidence?

As shocked as Linda and Billy was, it got more shocking as first Linda felt her skirt being flipped up. Then Billy felt his pants being pulled down. It just so happened that his mom had him wear a pair of pants with an elastic waistband that could easily be pulled down without a belt getting in the way. Another coincidence? What about Linda wearing a skirt? Why did her mom ask her to do that? Strange, wasn't it?

Both twins couldn't believe what was happening to them. Already in full view of everyone in the area, they didn't want to yell and bring more shoppers over to see them in this embarrassing and humiliating position. Then Billy felt a hand grabbing the waistband of his underpants.

"Please, not on my bare bottom!"

His pleas went unanswered as his underpants were slowly tugged down, joining his pants at the hollows of his knees. Then Linda, horrified listening to her brother's pleas, felt her own panties being taken down. What a sight it was to the onlookers. A pair of teenaged twins, laying over this tall women's left knee, with their upturned bottoms bare and so prominent and waiting in the classic position. Both twins could sense the bareness of their bottoms as well from the cool breeze that they could feel behind them. Neither their legs or arms could reach the floor so they were completely helpless awaiting their fate.

Then Ms.Claus raised her arm in that moment of truth and down it came, creating a pistol-like sound as it impacted upon Bobby's never-spanked behind. Then she raised her arm again and this time Linda's behind felt for the first time the impact from a well-placed palm upon her virgin bottom. Having initiated them, Ms. Claus then began to spank them in a methodical rhythm, alternating between each twin. Spank after spank rained upon their well-rounded bottoms, as their bottoms soon changed from their all-white color to a solid red. The twins pleaded and begged for the spanking to stop, promising to behave themselves like any child being soundly spanked. And the spanking continued.

"My, how red your bottoms are getting. They almost match the color of my dress."

The twins, already crying heavily, forgot for the moment that everyone could see them getting spanked. After a number of additional spanks, the spanking stopped and the twins l aid over the lap, grateful that the spanking was over. But wait a minute, was it over? Unknown to the twins, Ms.Claus was seen reaching into the bag she had next to her and what did she pull out? To those familiar with being spanked, what they saw gave them pause and made them even more apprehensive for they knew the effect of being spanked with that particular item. It was a hairbrush, long used by many a mother when spanking a naughty boy or girl. This hairbrush was a formidable one, clearly one that would leave its mark on any behind that it was applied to. This was all unseen by the twins and imagine their thoughts when all of a sudden two quick spanks were administered to their already sore bottoms. As bad as the handspanking was, it still paled in comparison to a hairbrush spanking as the twins were finding out to their great dismay.

As Ms.Claus resumed the spanking, the twins began sobbing in earnest as spank after spank was visited on their rapidly burning behinds. As those who have experienced it could tell you, a hairbrush spanking on a unspanked bottom is bad enough, so imagine how it would feel to get spanked with one after a sound handspanking. Both twins were sobbing uncontrollably now and only the leg holding them kept them from falling off. Then, satisfied that the spanking was sufficient, Ms.Claus ended the spanking, leaving two well-spanked teens. There was a slight delay before the twins realized the spanking was stopped, the pain from the spanking was so intense. Both thought that they would never be able to sit down again.

"Now, now, you'll recover. Just think, now you can enjoy Christmas without feeling guilty about anything you might have done the past year. In fact, when you leave, I have a little gift for you that you must promise not to open until Christmas morning."

Ms.Claus' soft words didn't make the twins feel any better as they thought the only thing they would be feeling is the burning in their behinds. Then Ms.Claus swiveled her chair to her left and to their further embarrassment, the twins were raised up and placed in a corner that was adjacent to the chair. So there the twins stood, like two naughty little kids, their bottoms bare and yes, as red as the dress of Ms.Claus. And that is how the twins were the first of the town's teenagers to experience this new Christmas tradition.

In the wake of the twins' spankings and their standing in the corner, imagine the feelings of those waiting in line. Many had tried to leave but couldn't, as they found their mom or dad right next to them. Others were rooted to the spot, in a state of shock from the proceedings.

As for the twins, after a short delay, while they were on display in the corner, they were finally allowed to leave the corner. Billy was allowed to pull up his underpants and pants, wincing as he did so and Linda pulled up her panties, also wincing, and let her skirt down over her now panty-covered bottom. Both of them were glad to be able to cover up their well-spanked behinds but weren't too anxious to meet anyone who might remind them of what had happened to them a short time ago.

Having sent the twins on their way, Ms. Claus turned and looked to see who was next in line. That "lucky" person was Sue who unlike the twins hardly ever misbehaved. She never even tried to leave as she didn't expect a spanking herself. But now she was standing in front of Ms. Claus as Sue was asked the traditional questions about whether she was good the previous year, to which Sue answered affirmatively.

"Yes", Ms. Claus replied, "unlike the twins before you, you are telling the truth and have been a good girl, but, even so, a reminder never does any harm."

With that, Sue was guided over to the right of Ms. Claus and was gently pulled over her knee. Unlike the twins, Sue, although not too often, was familiar with being in that position and although embarrassed, she didn't resist. Then Sue felt her skirt being raised in the back and, as she let out a sigh, felt a hand on the waistband of her panties. Slowly, her panties were pulled down and the feel of the cool air on her now bare bottom told Sue that her bottom was bare. Then Ms. Claus started the spanking. The spanking wasn't as long or as hard as the twins' but still Sue was crying before the spanking ended and her bottom was no longer white but a shade of red. Also, unlike the twins, Sue's panties were pulled up and her skirt pulled back down before she was allowed to get up on her feet. Nor did she have to spend any time in the corner. As for those in line watching, there was no doubt as to what was in store for them. Some, in fact, ended up making more than one trip through the line.

One such person was Jeff. Unlike the twins, Jeff did get spanked at times, but still found himself easily getting into trouble, both at home and at school. Then came the day that Jeff was most certainly not looking forward to. After all, he had heard about what went on and didn't look forward to his day. That morning, his mother told him that they were going to the mall.

Jeff protested and said "No, I'm not going."

His mom just smiled and said "Jeff, please don't argue with me and do what you are told."

Instead, Jeff only got more stubborn and continued to refuse. Jeff's mom didn't say a word and having heard enough arguing from Jeff, sat down on a chair in Jeff's room and pulled Jeff over to her. Then Jeff found himself looking at the designs in the rug as he was placed over his mom's lap. His pajama bottoms were pulled down and Jeff realized that his refusal was costing him an additional spanking beyond what he would get at the mall. Then Jeff's thoughts were interrupted as he felt the first of the spanks on his behind. The spanks came down hard and fast and Jeff found himself crying and agreeing to go to the mall. Finally the spanking ended and he was let up to get dressed.

Before too long, Jeff was waiting in line like the others and seeing those being spanked in front of him only reminded him of his earlier spanking. That and his tingling bottom. Finally, it was Jeff's turn. At first, he hesitated but Ms. Claus' insistent voice had Jeff soon standing in front of her.

"Well, Jeff, it seems to me that you have been a naughty boy already today, haven't you."

Looking up in shock, Jeff wondered how she could have known.

"Well, haven't you?"

Jeff stammered and lied, "No, I haven't been."

"Oh, really?" We'll see."

With that, Ms. Claus reached over and undid Jeff's belt and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. Then she expertly pulled down the zipper of his jeans as well. Such treatment left Jeff feeling greatly embarrassed. Having completed the preliminaries, Ms. Claus carefully and slowly pulled down Jeff's jeans, leaving his underpants the only barrier to his bottom being completely bared. Both to his relief and dread, Jeff was then guided over the waiting lap of his soon to be punisher. With her right hand, Ms. Claus reached for and grasped the waistband of Jeff's shorts and pulled them down, leaving Jeff's bottom bared for the second time that day.

"Why, Jeff, look how red your bottom is. I thought you said you weren't a naughty boy this morning?"

Jeff just laid there, with no answer to her question, which was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Jeff, I'm waiting for an answer!"


Jeff felt two hard spanks on his bottom and mumbled in the affirmative.

"Louder..and in a complete sentence!"

"Yes,.. I.. have been a ...naughty ...boy."

Jeff found it hard and embarrassing to admit this with all the witnesses present and in hearing range.

"Not only a naughty boy but one who lies as well. And what happens to naughty boys, Jeff?"


Jeff's replies were coming out stuttered as he found it difficult to answer.

"Yes, they do and that is what you are going to get, you naughty, naughty boy. And you will also pay for not telling the truth as well."

With that, Ms. Claus adjusted Jeff's position over her knee until she was satisfied and raising her arm, began Jeff's spanking in earnest. Spank after spank rained down as Jeff again found his bottom burning from the spanks smacking down upon his poor seat. With each spank, Ms. Claus scolded him like he was 8 yrs.old, not 14. Again and again, her arm came down and her hand smacked Jeff's crimson behind. How much more can he take? This never-ending spanking went on and on. Jeff's cries had long ago turned to sobs as he couldn't believe how much this hand spanking had hurt. Finally, it ended, not his sobs, but the spanking, as Jeff continued to sob from the resulting pain.

"So, Jeff, how did that feel? Look at you carrying on like this. I only used my hand, not my hairbrush. How are you going to be able to take a spanking with the hairbrush if you act like this after just a simple spanking with my hand?"

His bottom was telling him that this was no simple handspanking. Jeff answered with a strained voice.

"Oh, no, please don't..I couldn't take it...please...."

"Well, I don't know....ok, this is what I am going to do. For the next two Saturdays, you are to report to me here for your spanking. Next week's will be with the hairbrush and what I use the on the last Saturday depends on whether you have behaved yourself. Do you agree or would you rather get a hairbrush spanking right now?"

Jeff certainly didn't like the idea of trading one spanking for two but couldn't even imagine being able to stand(although that is what he would have to do) a third spanking that day, especially one with a hairbrush. So, unhappily, Jeff agreed to come back the following two Saturdays. Then, Ms. Claus pulled out the hairbrush to show him and swiveled her chair to her left and Jeff was escorted to the corner and with two hard spanks to his inflamed bottom and instructed to keep his hands in front of him and remain in the corner until he was told to leave. For the next hour, Jeff had to remain in that childish position, struggling to keep himself from putting his hands to his bottom to either rub it or to cover it from the gaze of those present.

During the time in the corner, Jeff could hear others getting their turn over the lap of Ms. Claus and being spanked, some with the hairbrush or with both her hand or hairbrush. None, however, were spanked as hard or as long as Jeff was. Additionally, each spanking behind him only added to his embarrassment as it afforded the spankee with a even better view of his own red behind. Finally, after an hour, with the most recent spanking behind him over with and the teenager having left, he heard Ms. Claus get up and he was aware of her being behind him. Placing a hand on his back and bending him forward, she applied 10 quick and very hard spanks to his already well-spanked bottom and then pulled up his underpants and jeans.

Sobbing again, he was allowed to leave. Since that time, no other boy or girl refused to go to the mall or misbehaved that day as the news of Jeff's memorable spanking traveled fast in that small town. As for Jeff, you can believe he didn't even think of refusing the following two Saturdays.

The next Saturday found himself again in line and soon after that, over Ms. Claus' lap with his bottom bare. One difference was that this time his bottom was pale and not subject to any earlier spanking that day. Of course, that condition didn't last too long, as Ms.Claus' well-polished hairbrush began to make its mark on Jeff's behind. Again and again, the hairbrush found its way across his reddening bottom. Although the spanking he received the first week would never be forgotten by Jeff or anyone who saw it for the intensity and length of that spanking, there still is nothing like being spanked with a hairbrush, especially when it is applied as briskly and often as it was being applied to Jeff's bottom that day. Jeff soon found himself sobbing and making all sorts of promises as spank after spank was applied. Finally, the hairbrush spanking stopped and Jeff rested across the lap of Ms. Claus as he tried to recover some form of control over his still jerking bottom.

To the rest of those present, Jeff's behind looked like a red beacon signaling to others and more than a few, ran their hands in nervous anticipation across their own bottoms as they fervently hoped their own spankings wouldn't be even close to the one that Jeff had just received. Again, Jeff was put into the corner and remained there for 60 minutes and after 10 hard spanks with the hairbrush, he was able to get dressed and leave, again sobbing. During the next week, Jeff was both looking forward to(to get it over with) and dreading the arrival of Saturday and the last promised spanking.

The last Saturday of Jeff's punishment co-incided with the day before Christmas and the end of Ms. Claus' time at the mall. Once again, Jeff was over Ms. Claus lap with his all too often bared behind in her view. He was nervous, not knowing if the spanking was going to be with the hairbrush or not. Jeff felt his body being adjusted and tensed himself for the spanking to begin. However, it didn't begin as soon as he thought and he found himself relaxing his bottom somewhat when all of a sudden a burning sensation was felt across his bottom. To his relief(so to speak) it was with her hand that the spanking began. Even so, the spanks came down hard and the spanking progressed slowly as each spank was allowed to sink in before the next spank came. On and on her hand brought redness and pain to his behind and the slowness of it all was making the spanking only worse, both in pain and embarrassment. Finally, Jeff was aware that the spanking had stopped.

But just as he thought his ordeal was over, he felt the initial spank of the hairbrush and Jeff groaned in dismay. His bottom already inflamed, Jeff would never forget what the hairbrush felt like as it smacked again and again on his poor bottom. Finally, the spanking ended, at least most of it. Unlike the previous two Saturdays, Jeff didn't have to go stand in the corner. But he didn't avoid being treated in a childish and embarrassing manner as he had to remain across Ms. Claus' lap as the exhibit was finished for the season and it was slowly being taken apart but still Jeff was in view of those doing their last minute shopping. And, while over Ms. Claus' lap, every so often the hairbrush would smack Jeff's bottom, keeping his bottom still red and Jeff in tears.

And so the Christmas season ended at the mall, with the next day being Christmas. In this town and in this mall, the color red no longer just was the color that decorated holiday displays, as all the teens in town, especially Jeff, had themselves been "decorated" with the color red and they were they reminded of that color as he and they sat down the day of their spanking(s). And so, as the people of Spanksville, their shopping complete, make their way home from the mall, we take a final look at the vision of Jeff, still face down across the lap of Ms. Claus, his bare behind still upturned and on display, and still getting the occasional spank. As we remember that Jeff was the final teenager to be so spanked, we also remember the twins who were the pioneers in this new tradition. For the twins, having been the first two to experience it, would find out that their lives had been irretrievably changed and that there was no turning back. Soon, they would realize that what they first experienced at the mall that holiday season would not be a one-time affair. But that's a story for another day.

Well, Christmas has come to Spanksville. All the stores have closed to let everyone celebrate the holiday. Nobody was waiting in any line at the mall as Santa had gone to get ready for his long evening ahead. As for Ms. Claus, she was finished handing out the Christmas spankings, having painted the town red in her own way. Even Jeff had gone home, finally released from his position over her lap. Throughout the town, everyone was preparing for the big day, including all the children of the town, wondering what "Santa" would bring.

The same was true in the home of the twins, where Bobby and Linda had undergone a remarkable transformation. Ever since their day at the mall where their bottoms had experienced the first spankings of their lives, the twins' behavior had improved, perhaps not wanting another trip to the mall. Their parents were pleased at both their better behavior and the compliments of their friends, who also noticed. Unknown to the twins, both parents discussed these developments privately in the days following the mall spankings. They wondered if their good behavior would continue with no Ms. Claus available. As for the twins, they talked with each other about how they could relax once Christmas had come and gone.

Christmas Day had dawned and throughout the town, children of all ages ran to their living rooms to see what was awaiting them. The same was true in the twins' home as Bobby and Linda, still in pajamas, went to check out their presents. These pajamas were identical boy-type pajamas(after all they were twins) which showed the curves of their behinds. As they unwrapped their gifts, the twins' old ways started to seep through as the gifts they were less enamored with were met with sarcastic and insulting remarks about the gift and gift giver.

Both of their parents looked at each other in dismay. After opening all their gifts, their mother spoke up. "Look, there is another gift that you missed."

The twins ran to get it as their hunger for gifts was not satiated at all. Looking at it, it did look familiar but it didn't register at all.

"Why don't you open it and see what it is?" their mom asked, curious to see what it was.

At first, to the continuing dismay of their parents, they couldn't agree who should open it, but finally, Bobby grabbed it and opened it up. Inside the wrapping were twin boxes and when opened, what was inside but identical hairbrushes with their names on it.

"These are strange hairbrushes, how can you use them with bristles like these? It's a stupid gift!"

Linda agreed with her brother's comments, adding her own derogatory comment.

"Yeah, what idiot sent this stupid gift?"

Both curious and upset with the twins' ungracious remarks, their mom went over and looked at the hairbrushes and also at the box it came in.

"Why, there is a note inside. It says: These hairbrushes were made especially for twins. They were made, not for use on one's hair but for the other end of a naughty child. When necessary, the flat end should be applied firmly on the bare bottom of a naughty child."

The twins were shocked, but confident that it wouldn't happen to them as their parents had never spanked them.

"How stupid!"

"Yes, it's crazy and stupid!" Linda added to Bobby's remark.

Both couldn't believe their parents would spank them now as they never had before, but they soon found out differently.

"Why, what a useful gift. You two have been getting away with murder for far too long now. You have been rude, selfish, stubborn and naughty for too long now. I thought your behavior was improving lately from being spanked at the mall but I see it hasn't changed. You just never listen to us, do you? Well, that is gong to change as of now. I am sorry that we have been so neglectful all these years and not provided you two with the discipline you obviously needed. Well, it's not too late. You have a lot of catching up to do, so from now on, whenever you misbehave, you will go over my knee for a sound spanking."

"You can't mean that!" Linda spoke, answering her mother and Bobby added, "Yeah, are you nuts?"

"I have heard quite enough. Bobby come over here with that hairbrush, we will start right here and now."

"No, I won't, I'm not going to let you."

His mother looked at their dad who walked over to Bobby and grabbing his ear, marched him to his mom.

Bobby's tone changed, "Please mom, don't spank me, I'll be good."

"It's too late with your promises, stand in front of me."

Bobby instead resisted again, started to pull away. But his mom grabbed his arm and pulled him between her legs. Then she pulled down the back of his pajama bottoms and gave Bobby 10 hard spanks with her hand, the first time she had ever spanked anyone.

"Are you ready to do what I tell you without complaining? Or do you want more spanks before I even start?"

"I..I'll do what you want...please, not too hard," whimpered Bobby.

With that, his mom pulled his pj bottoms back up and told Bobby to stand to her right. Not wanting any more extra spanks, Bobby complied. Then in an instant, Bobby found himself over his mom's lap for the first time in his life. For someone who had never spanked anyone in her life, Bobby was put into the classic spanking position with his bottom resting slightly to the right of center over her lap. Again, like a experienced spanker, she grabbed the waistband of his pajama bottoms and slowly tugged them down until they were well clear of his bottom and were positioned to inhibit any kicking of Bobby's legs. Having put Bobby in the position she wanted, she told Bobby to hand her the hairbrush. Nervously and anxiously, Bobby did so, knowing too well the effect the hairbrush has on a bare bottom.

Taking the brush, she started her first ever spanking of her naughty son. Any forgetfulness that Bobby had from his spanking at the mall ended as the spanking began.

SPANK.... SPANK.... SPANK......SPANK.....the sounds of the hairbrush impacting on Bobby's bottom rang throughout the house.

"OW, OW,..stop, I'll be good, stop, no more...." pleaded Bobby to no avail.

"I'll stop when I am good and ready and not one minute before." On and on the spanking continued, each new spank bringing more cries of pain from Bobby and causing his behind to turn redder and redder. No longer did Bobby plead, but now was just crying and sobbing, as he now was getting his first solo spanking. Not having the luxury of having someone to share his spanks, he had to endure the entire spanking on his own and it wasn't easy. Finally it ended as the final spank came down on his burning behind. His mom allowed him to rest for a minute over her lap before pulling up his pajama bottoms over his sore and red bottom. Then he was told to get up and to keep his hands in front of him.

Then she looked at Linda and called her over. All during Bobby's spanking, kept unconsciously putting her hand to the seat of her pajamas, as if protecting it from the impending punishment. She was a getting more and more butterflies as spank after spank was applied to Bobby's behind. She couldn't believe how hard the spanks were and how red his bottom was. She had never seen anyone getting spanked before and having only experienced the one previous spanking, seeing one in progress only heightened her fears. She knew that she wouldn't be sitting down too well afterwards. Now it was her turn!

"Linda, come over here now. Unless you also want extra spanks. Don't think my arm too tired to give you the same sound spanking I gave your brother. Stand over to my right."

Seeing what happened to Bobby, Linda obeyed her mother. Her stomach was really jumping as she felt herself being guided over her mom's knee. It really sank in as she felt her pajama bottoms being pulled down and the breeze she felt told her that her bottom was bare and so vulnerable. She felt embarrassed as she realized her brother would see her being spanked, despite having just seen him in the same position she was in now. Such thoughts quickly left her as the first spank came down resoundingly on her bottom. Just like Bobby's spanking, the spanks came and came and whimpers turned to crying and crying soon changed to sobbing. Like Bobby, Linda pleaded for mercy, making the usual promises any naughty boy or girl makes while over the knee being spanked. And like Bobby, her pleas were ignored as her mom was determined to make sure they remember this initial spanking by her. As the spanking went on, Linda felt like her bottom was on fire.

At the same time, Bobby looked on and realized how he must have looked, so childish, being over his mom's knees and his own behind as red as his sister's. Once, he started to reach back to rub his bottom but his mom caught him and quickly told him to stop unless he wanted a repeat performance.

Finally his sister's spanking ended and after a short rest, she was allowed up after her pajama bottoms were raised up. They both had to stand in front of their parents as their mom lectured them.

"Well, you have gotten your first spankings at home, but it won't be the last if your behavior doesn't improve. Whenever you think about doing something wrong, just think about how your bottoms feel right now and whether you want to have them feel that way again. Remember, you misbehave and it's over my knee for a spanking. Do you understand?"

After a short delay and a further prompting, both Bobby and Linda nodded that they understood. At that point, they were told to turn around and march to the corner. They both started to protest but were quickly quieted when their mom swatted their backsides twice each. Once in the corner, side by side, they both felt their pajama bottoms being pulled down again. To their dismay, they felt themselves being bent forward and all of a sudden, 10 hard hand spanks were applied to each of the still hot bottoms, renewing the fires that existed. Again, their sobs rang out as they were straightened up and now stood side by side and facing the corner, with instructions to keep their hands in front of them and away from their behinds. Leaving them there, their parents looked at the two of them, remarking aloud, how much they looked like two well-spanked little children and how much a certain part of their anatomy resemble a certain reindeer' nose. And a final comment to their twins, "Maybe we should get you two some pillows for you to sit on during breakfast."

With that, the twins continued their crying as they realized that their lives would indeed be different. It was quite a Christmas morning for the twins. A morning that would mark a new beginning. Or would it? I guess that would be up to the twins to decide.

After that first year in the Spanksville Mall, when Ms. Claus made her first appearance, it wasn't as big a novelty in the years that followed that first year. But the tradition continued. Magically, all the teenagers of the small town made their appearance in front of Ms. Claus and all made the trip across her knees to get their bare behinds spanked.

Some only got a token spanking because they truly were good for the past year. Most however, got full fledged spankings, the severity of which was determined by how naughty that particular boy or girl was in the past year. It always mystified everyone how Ms. Claus knew so much about what happened the past year. Because of that, most teenagers knew better than to lie when asked about their behavior the past year. Sadly, there were always a few who either were new to town or never learned the futility of lying to Ms. Claus.

In those cases, the price of their dishonesty was a much more painful spanking, or a return engagement the following week. One of the most memorable spankings and the most painful spanking took place this year. The unfortunate victim was new to the town, his parents having moved to Spanksville just a few months before, prior to the school year. Despite being new to town, 16 yr.old William Brody had already garnered a reputation as a bully among the younger neighbors in his development. But he had gotten himself in serious trouble just a week before when he got caught shoplifting. His parents, having long ago lost control of their son, didn't know where to turn as they accompanied their son to court the next day. Appearing before the judge, they were surprised to hear their son get probation on the condition that they accompany their son to the mall that Saturday. They were both told that they must make sure they visit the special Christmas attraction that was there and that their son must be the first one in line that day. Being new in town and being loners, neither William's mom or dad knew what was so special about the Christmas attraction at the mall. But they would find out.

It was all they could do to get their son to go to the mall, and in a form of protest, William chose to wear his basketball uniform, having a scheduled game that afternoon. This consisted of red shorts and light blue, sleeveless shirt. His wearing red shorts would turn out to be very appropriate, colorwise. In any event, William' stood between his parents as they waited for 9:00 and the opening of the attraction. As the clock reached the top of the hour, they saw a tall, imposing looking young woman come out from the back and sit down in a maroon chair. As usual, she was wearing a red dress, with white edgings, plus a red and white Santa cap. It was far different that any store Santa that William and his parents had ever seen. As she sat down, Ms. Claus beckoned William to come over. At first, he just stood there, refusing to come forward.

"William, I called you over here, please do what you are told."

Surprised by her knowing his name, William shook his head no.

"Young man, if you don't come over here this minute, you will be sorry. Don't make me come over and get you." she warned. Angered and not used to be talked to in such a manner, William stood his ground. Sighing to herself, Ms. Claus got up and approached William.

"Some people have to learn the hard way, I guess. Whether you like it or not, you WILL be walking over to my chair."

With that, Ms. Claus reached out with her right hand and grabbed William's ear and pulled him forward.

"Ouch! Cut that out!!" William yelled out.

"I asked you to walk over on your own, didn't I? You refused, so you left me little choice."

With William's ear leading the way, William had no choice but to follow his tormentor as she marched over to her chair. Noting how he was dressed, she commented, "I see by your choice of clothes, you wish to make it easy for me."

William didn't understand what she meant, but he soon would as suddenly he found himself tumbling over across the lap of Ms. Claus.

"What are you doing?" yelled William.

"Oh, that's right, you never have been spanked before, have you?"

"Spanked? Hey, you can't do that!! That's for little kids!!"

"Oh, I think I CAN spank you. And you definitely aren't too old as I will prove to you."

Then, looking at his parents, she added, "If you were spanked as a "little kid", maybe you wouldn't be in the position you are in now."

Then, grabbing ahold of the waistband of his shorts, she yanked down both his shorts and underpants to just above his knees.

Again William protested, " No, not that. Enough of this, let me up!!! I'm too old for this, you are embarrassing me!!"

"Good!!! I hope I am!! And I don't think you would want me to let you up, dressed or undressed as you are." chuckled his spanker to be. "Since you insist you are too old to be spanked, I have just the method to show you that you are definitely not too old to be spanked."

With that comment, she raised her hand high and then the first spank of William's 16 years of life impacted on the summit of his bottomcheeks. That was followed quickly by a succession of hard spanks, as the sound of the handspanks resounded through the exhibition area.

But from William, not a sound came forth, as he was determined to not show any reaction and prove that a spanking wouldn't bother him.

"So, this boy is the silent type," thought Ms. Claus, "well, I know that won't work and it will only make his spanking even worse."

Ms. Claus thought of some of the others that were over her knees and tried to not cry or show that the spanking didn't bother them. None of them succeeded. While Williams resolved to not cry out or verbally show any emotion, his body language began to indicate otherwise, as he began to squirm and twist in a vain attempt to avoid the painful spanks. Like a machine, Ms. Claus' arm continued to go up and down, each downward motion meaning another painful spank on William's reddening behind. As the pain and heat increased, William was finding it harder and harder to maintain his stoicism. Finally, he couldn't maintain it any longer, and his silence ended.

"Please, stop, it hurts." moaned William, acknowledging the effects of the prolonged handspanking.

"Oh, the silent one speaks." commented Ms. Claus, as she continued to spank away. "It's supposed to hurt. And I am not close to stopping. You deserve to not sit down for a week!!"

As the spanks contined, tears began streaming down the cheeks of poor William. No longer was he the so-called adult he thought he was. Instead, he was just another naughty boy getting his bare bottom spanked.

"Aren't you sorry you were so naughty the past year, young man?" she scolded.

"Ow, ow, ow! I'm sorry, ma'am." sobbed William, now sobbing and his legs kicking for all its worth.

"Oh, you will be sorry before I am through with you."

Ms. Claus emphasized that statement with a series of handspanks at the base of William's behind, prompting a loud cry of anquish from William.

"My, you really are acting like a baby now, and I am only using my hand."

Then, after 10 resounding spanks, she stopped spanking. William just laid there, sobbing helplessly

"Are you going to be a bully anymore, William?"

She puncuated that question with a hard spank

"No, ma'am."

"That's good to hear. How about your attitude? Is that going to improve?"

Another spank rained down on the well-spanked bottom.

Yes, ma'am, it will."

"Good. It better." Then, thinking his spanking was over, William made a motion to reach back and pull his shorts back up."


"Just what are you doing, young man?"


"Isn't the spanking over?" moaned William.

"Heavens no, that was just the first part of your spanking. Don't think I am unaware of your shoplifting, William. You have to be punished for that, so you won't even think about doing it again. And I have just the thing to use."

Unnoticed by William, Ms. Claus had reached over and picked up a large wooden hairbrush, well-used to paddling the bare bottoms of both girls and boys. This time, it was about to be used on the backside of an older teenaged boy.


Astounded by the pain of the new implement being used, William cried out loudly.

"The hairbrush works well, doesn't it, William?" Ms.Claus asked, not expecting an answer and also not pausing while she asked the question.

"My, how red your naughty little bottom is. No matter how grownup teenagers think they are, they all look like naughty little kids when over a knee getting their bare bottoms spanked."

The hard spanks continued, and William sobbed endlessly and loudly, making quite a spectacle of himself, to the delight of all the previously tormented kids of his neighborhood, who somehow were present for William's embarrassing comeupance. Even those who were of age to have their own session with Ms. Claus couldn't help but laugh at the sight of William being so severely spanked.

Finally, William completely surrended to the pain of the spanking and just laid over Ms. Claus knee's helplessly, and sobbing without end. Spank after spank came raining down on the now tender bottom, as William hung limply over the strong legs of his disciplinarian. Seeing the condition of the boy she was spanking, she knew that she would have to end the spanking soon. She finished off the spanking with scolding words.

"William," <SPANK> <SPANK> "I expect" <SPANK>" that you will" <SPANK>" not be such a" <SPANK> "brat this coming year." <SPANK>

Punctuating her words with scorching smacks of the brush, she continued.

"I expect you to be" <SPANK> "respectful" <SPANK> "to your parents, to not" <SPANK> "be a" <SPANK> "bully and lastly,"


"to be honest and not even think of" <SPANK> <SPANK> "stealing" <SPANK> <SPANK> "anything again. Do you" <SPANK> <SPANK> " understand?"

"Yes, please, I'll be good. No more spanks, I can't take anymore," begged William, reduced to well-punished boy.

<SPANK> "I" <SPANK> "hope" <SPANK> "so! And I would recommend that your parents get a hairbrush like this one, in case you slip up. In fact, they can buy one right in the hall."

With one more final spank, William's first spanking finally came to an end. However, his humiliation wasn't over, as after he was helped up, he was unceremoniously marched to the adjacent corner where he was placed, with a warning to keep his hands a way from his blazing behind, unless he wanted a return engagement the following Saturday. Embarrassed even more, William sobbed and restrained himself from rubbing, despite the huge temptation and need he felt, as he stood with his nose in the corner and now more aware than ever of how much of a display he made before when dangling over his spanker's knees and now standing in the corner, like a little boy. He also acknowledged to himself that he better change his behavior, as he definitely didn' t want a repeat of what just took place.

As he stood in the corner, William also realized that the preceedings behind him were continuing as he heard Ms. Claus question a girl about her behavior and then, after a pause, hurt the sound of a hand spanking a bare behind, as Ms. Claus administered a short, sound handspanking to the girl, who evidently hadn't misbehaved as badly as William did the previous year. Still, the spanking was sound enough for tears and some sobs before it ended, and he heard the girl walk away.

No corner for her, William thought. The next person to get spanked was a boy, as he heard Ms.Claus scold him as she verbally narrated the preparation of the boy's spanking, commented on her taking down his pants and placing him over her knees and lastly, pulling down his underpants. Then followed a sound handspanking, longer than the one the girl received, and causing louder sobs from the boy. The boy, evidently, had misbehaved worse than the girl, because after a pause, the spanking resumed with, William guessed, the hairbrush, causing loud sobbing and wailing from the boy. After a sound, but nowhere near as severe a spanking as he received, William heard footsteps and became aware of someone being placed in the corner next to him. Sneaking a look out of his right eye, William noticed that the boy next to him was younger.

"Eyes front, William!" William quickly stared forward.

After the next spanking took place, one that was on the shorter side, there was a pause before Ms. Claus addressed William..

"I guess you have spent enough time in the corner." William heard Ms. Claus speak to him from behind. Then he felt her push him away from the corner, making him able to see the boy next to him and his well-spanked behind. It was very red, he thought, how red was his own? Then he felt himself being bent over and then felt an arm over his back, holding him down.

"Just a few going away spanks, William, just as an reminder. It's good you wore these red shorts, as they match your behind very well. You better hope you play alot this afternoon, I don't think you want to be sitting on the bench too much,"

Ms. Claus chuckled, as William shivered.


Fifteen more spanks, and finally it was completely over. William felt his underpants and shorts being pulled back up and he was released from the corner to the custody of his parents. As she watched William walk away, Ms. Claus wondered about William's future. She saw William's parents talk with him, and then, all of a sudden, she saw his mom grab his arm and pull him over to her and then bend him over. Then in quick motion, she yanked down his shorts and underpants and smacked William's fire-red bottom 10 times, and then yanked his underpants and shorts back up as they continued their walk away, heading, she noticed, to the table where hairbrushes were being sold for charity. Ms. Claus had a feeling that William would all too often have trouble sitting down in the coming weeks.

Ms. Claus spanking William

Merry Christmas to all!!!!