The Christmas Brat: Spanked by Santa

Product Information

Judging by the muscles in his arms he must have exercised regularly although gyms weren’t quite so popular then as they are today. I was a brat to Carlos last night when he had to work late, and then I tattled on him when he didn’t even do anything wrong, and then we were both brats all night in the chat.

Let Neal talk himself into another spanking, and see if TK managed to goad his way into being next up. There was a knowing look in Quinn’s eyes, but he only nodded in approval as Carlos shoved his pants down and draped himself over the man’s knee. He doesn’t have me question my worth every other week, it’s not these big highs and these like…grandiose, spectacular moments, followed by these huge lows…It was so foreign that I was convinced that this was NOT it. My husband and I are having a hard time shifting into disciplinary roles when she throws tantrums or exhibits undesirable behavior. Okay, kiddo,” Quinn said again, and Carlos realized the spanking had finally stopped, leaving only the sound of TK’s cries behind.I rarely got out of bed before midday at the weekends (another thing that upset Mum), but I instinctively knew better than to make a case about it. I couldn't let my feelings go with the girls as I like to do imagening myself in the role of the humiliated victim,but when she after a quarter of an hour insisted on pulling the pants fully down to show her bare buttocks and a vague view between,I decided to make myself come in the rest of the time and so I did in a few minutes and not too bad. You insinuating that I’d fly all the way out here to spank you, on Christmas, because your boyfriend whined to me about your dating life? Every time he ended up in this position, he found himself surprised all over again at how much this hurt, and how fast Quinn could spank.

He looked over at Eliot, as though waiting to see if the man wanted to respond, then shook his head. For now, pick up books by Louise Bates Ames and Dan Siegel and look around for some good parenting classes. Okay, kiddo,” Quinn said, breaking into Carlos’ thoughts just as TK’s whimpering started getting more pronounced, “you wanna remind me why you’re getting your bottom spanked? I came and went as I felt, I never helped with chores around the house even though Mum was at work in the factory all day long. In the event I didn’t plead forgiveness or promise better behaviour, I simply became tongue-tied and mumbled a few nonsense words.And, although it was never stated in so many words, batter my backside whenever he deemed it was warranted. He was wearing cavalry twill trousers and a heavy cotton checked shirt which would probably been more fitting on a labouring man.

His right nipple has a bar through it, and his skin is a million-dollar canvas, telling stories I’ll never fully understand. Eliot apparently agreed, if the slight movement of his hand and Neal’s subsequent jump was any indication. Some tiny part of his brain struggled to break through, to get himself out of the room and lick his wounds in silence, but the larger part was content to hide where he was. For instance, why isn’t your sweet daughter immediately cooperating with your “no” and obeying you at every turn? Pick up any developmental stages book, and you will quickly learn that preschoolers have their own minds, aren’t interested in your agenda and are designed to keep going at something until they have mastered it (even if you don’t prefer they do it).Love the way you act like such a good boy, bending over for your spanking, then let your undies sass me without you needing to say a word. It was only a few seconds later that he heard the first sob, and he had to forcibly remind himself to stay put. I was eighteen, but in those days you weren’t legally an adult until you were twenty-one and besides I was still at grammar school and I knew full well that the headmaster wouldn’t stop at giving a sixth-former six of the best with his whippy rattan cane if the mood took him.