Twas the night before Spankmas

December 24th, 2009

A member was kind of enough to email me this and i thought our newest movie screengrabs went quite nice with it!

> ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
> Her pleas 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
>
> Till 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
> Till 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
>
> Till 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.