Christmas Spanking Stories
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By Richard Windsor, on December 16th, 2013
What could be better at Christmas time than wrapping your eyes around some good old fashioned spanking stories? Now of course I write my own SPANKING STORIES from time to time, but this is about giving back to the spanking community and helping someone else out. The guys at The Library of Spanking Fiction have their own story archive totaling almost 23,000 items, you can access the archive RIGHT HERE. Now in order to maintain this large archive they have to host on a dedicated server that they pay for, much like I do with my sites, and in order to offset some of these costs they also have a vast archive of spanking books for sale. Click THIS LINK to be taken to the entire archive of spanking books that they have for sale.
Now then, the theme of today’s post is Christmas spanking stories and the folks at LSF has seven new books for sale ALL with a Christmas spanking theme. These books only sell for the very small price of either $2.99 or $3.99, which is a very small price to pay for a wealth of spanking material, and you can also have the knowledge that you are helping a site out by buying yourself a little treat. You can either click on each picture for full details on each book, or click the link at the end of each description. So then, here we go for your Santa spankings.
Eleven Christmas spanking stories by eleven different authors. A married couple discuss what Christmas presents to get for each other, the wife saying she would like him to choose something for her as a surprise. She also informs him that this year she has made a significant effort to get him something very unusual, in fact she is convinced that once he gets over the surprise, it will be the best Christmas present ever! Read the full details RIGHT HERE
If you end up on Santa’s naughty list you are sure in for a blue Christmas. Naughty elves and angry Santa’s make for some very red bottoms. Here is a story description snippet. “After being ceremoniously dumped by his girlfriend Shelly, Morgan ventures back to Julio’s, his regular sports bar. There he finds that Julio has dressed all the waitresses in sexy Santa suit bustiers, white panties and green stockings. One of his favourite waitresses descends upon him with a sympathetic smile and informs him she has a little Christmas present to cheer him up. To his surprise, she sits him down on a sofa and drapes herself over his lap – it seems a spanking game is about to start, and Morgan gives it his best shot.” Get all eleven stories for $2.99 RIGHT HERE
Ten more stories from ten different authors featuring Christmas at Woodbridge Manor. Here is a snippet from the book and what you can expect… “It is well known that Lord Woodham has a taste for wielding his rattan cane, riding crop or leather strap on the posteriors of deserving women, and his activities are tolerated by the villagers – rumour has it that his Lordship’s perverse talents are in high demand. But as events unfold, it seems that Elizabeth has inherited her father’s fascination with the prospect of a good whipping, and she takes drastic steps to experience such first hand, and a special bond is formed with Samuel that will endure for many long years” Here is THE LINK for all ten yuletide spanking stories.
It isn’t just Santa who dishes out spankings at Christmas to naughty girls, oh no, he has lots of helpers in many different forms. In this collection you get ten stories of naughty girls being spanked by strict females. Christmas isn’t just about Santa spanking naughty girls, Christmas eve is a special time for loving maternal spankings as well. Details of this book can be found RIGHT HERE…
On the theme of being on Santa’s naughty list, does Mrs. Clause have one as well? You can bet she does!! In this book you will find eleven stories of naughty boys getting their spankings at Christmas. After all, it wouldn’t be right for only the girls to get their spankings, would it? If F/M spanking is your thing then this book is for you. You can order it for your reading device RIGHT HERE…
The Christmas Spirit by Steve Timmons
When Hank and his wife Heidi begin the task of sorting through the possessions of Hank’s paternal grandparents, Konrad and Erika Hoffman, Heidi discovers Grandmother Erika’s diaries. They make fascinating reading, giving a detailed account of the courtship between Erika and Konrad, and Konrad’s secret Christmas plans concerning a large shipment of toys and clothing for the village children. They learn how Erika’s parents persuaded Konrad to further the tradition of The Christmas Spirit by dressing up in a long robe, and awarding corporal chastisement in return for wiping away transgressions. Not only was Konrad required to discipline Karin and Elke, but Erika too. And so, late one night the week before Christmas, The Christmas Spirit did his duty with the leather strap, and when it is Erika’s turn to confess her faults and receive punishment, Konrad takes the opportunity to help Erica break down the walls she has erected for herself with a cathartic spanking… To get this story and nine others with the Christmas spirit click RIGHT HERE…
One last Christmas and one last spanking book to tell you about. Eleven more Christmas spanking stories starting off with this one…
The elderly David Hammond makes his way through the snow-dusted ground to a little cemetery to visit the resting place of his beloved wife, Helen. Since her death, he has never felt the need to wish anyone Merry Christmas. On returning home he is astonished to see Christmas lights gleaming from the windows, and his displeasure increases when he discovers his chauffeur Valerie prancing around in a sexy Santa outfit and hanging festive decorations – contrary to his household rule that there be no mention of Christmas or a single decoration hung. Valerie goads him into spanking her, and it seems that his remaining household staff have similar intentions, starting with Gina the cook, clad only in a festive hat and apron, and Brittany the housekeeper in a similar state of undress. Eventually Mr Hammond begins to comply with their requests and gets one hell of a big surprise! Click RIGHT HERE…
So there you go, seven Christmas spanking story books featuring over 75 spanking stories. Each book is sold for a very small nominal fee and they should get you in the Christmas spanking spirit quicker than Santa climbing down your chimney, check them out.
Had it been 1990, or was it 1991, Martin Higgins wondered as he returned from his small back garden on a cold and damp December evening. He was a non-smoker but very occasionally he treated himself to a cigar, this one the first for well over five years and in his opinion well deserved. He left the half smoked cigar on the garden table and returned to the warmth inside and poured himself a glass of red wine. Now sitting down in the front room he decided it was 1991, early 1991, and now, over twenty-five years later at the end of 2017, he needed to do one more thing to finally close this bitter sweet chapter of his personal life. He smiled to himself as he sat there tired after a long week. He recalled the events of the previous December and after a few more sips of wine he became sleepy and drifted off, his mind still running through the events of that remarkable month.
During 1990 Martin developed a crush on his sister’s friend, Clare Hennessey. Clare was slightly taller than average, slim but well formed with dark hair and brown eyes and an attractive face. Martin’s work had kept him away from home most of that year so he couldn’t get chance to meet or talk to Clare. Being shy, it was something he would have found extremely hard to do anyway.
In early 1991 the opportunity presented itself. Martin’s sister, Alice, invited him to a get-together with her friends at the local pub in the rather well-healed area on the outskirts of London where they lived. Clare Hennessey would be there. He wrestled with the decision for a few days. A natural introvert, he wasn’t brilliant at socialising but it was something that would come with practice, he hoped, and it was a ‘now or never moment’ he told himself.
Martin also had the company of his friend, Darren Slade, that evening, but unfortunately he didn’t get chance to speak to Clare who, although sitting nearly opposite him, made no effort to initiate any conversation during the evening; too busy chatting to other people for Martin to get an opportunity. It was a pleasant enough night out, though, but of course he hadn’t yet had a chance to speak to Clare. As the group left the pub to go their various ways, Martin saw Clare in her red Ford Fiesta in the car park. Mustering up the courage, he walked over to the car and opened the passenger door.
“Hi, can you give me a lift down the road please?”
Knowing that his house was on the way past her home he thought it wouldn’t be a problem and during the two minute drive would be able to ask her out for a drink.
“No,” came the unexpected and rather blunt response.
He closed the car door and Clare drove off. He walked home with his sister and some other friends that lived in the same street. Martin was disappointed, surprised and slightly bemused with Clare’s reaction especially given the fact they were known to each other through his sister and that her response was very discourteous and slightly embarrassing to be on the receiving end of, and, yes, he was a little bit angry. But by the time he reached the house he had drawn a line under it. The answer was no and that was that, and given what had happened he viewed her in a slightly different light now anyway. Tomorrow was another day. It was just a shame other people thought differently.
For the next five years, Martin’s Sister and Mum mentioned Clare indirectly as often as they could to subtly tease him about the rejection. However, to Martin it wasn’t subtle but a little nasty and very puerile. So, over the years, he found out that Clare was going out with Richard Stevens. They had purchased their own house, got engaged, he had qualified as an accountant and was doing very well. They were to, coin a phrase, the ‘Posh and Becks’ of Alice’s group of friends, the got it all super couple if you like.
Meanwhile, Martin had failed romantically and had a number of mediocre jobs, but had managed to buy his own place. He was happy enough in his own way but at times still led a life of quiet desperation regarding women. Of course he heard about Clare’s hen night and all about the wedding in 1998, his Mum handing him the photos and then walking off silently tacitly stating, you weren’t good enough were you? He looked at about four photos, then put them back. He had drawn a line under this one night years ago. Why couldn’t his Mum and Sister?
In 1999 he met both Clare and her husband at his sister’s house warming party. Now it was his turn to be rude. As he entered the open plan kitchen area he blanked them both; Clare looking suitably offended. She then walked up to him and tried to start a conversation. He didn’t respond. He really just couldn’t bring himself to even speak to her.
She left the party fairly early saying: “See you later, Martin.”
Of course he didn’t reply but she would see him later, just not in the way either of them could ever imagine.
In the early 2000s Clare had two children. Of course Martin learnt about that, but even his Mum and Sister were getting bored of their teasing game by now, mainly because he had never reacted to them. His Sister’s 40th birthday party in 2013 was a blast. Clare wasn’t there, his Mum telling someone else but within his earshot that ‘she didn’t go because Martin would be there’, which may or may not have been be true.
In 2016 Martin quit his accounts assistant’s job, bored of the office politics, one upmanship and being at the bottom of a slightly ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ culture at his place of work. The long commute didn’t help either. He had applied for and passed the prison officers course and was surprised and pleased that his first posting was at a local open prison only ten minutes’ drive from his house. At once he realised that it was a women’s prison. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, and boy was it!
It was broken to him by his sister as a passing comment to him some months after the event.
“Oh, Clare’s got to go the magistrate’s court about that car crash.”
Martin ignored the comment, barely interested by the car crash and not at all by Clare Stevens. It was only another three months down the line, having totally forgotten about it, that Martin really pricked his ears when he heard on the radio driving into work one afternoon: “Clare Stevens, a forty-three year old mother of two, was sentenced to six months in prison this afternoon after admitting a serious driving offence.”
So, she must be coming here, he thought, as he drove his Ford up to the main gate. Thankfully, he didn’t work in reception; he didn’t even want to see her.
It was another three weeks before he actually did when he saw her walking to the netball courts in her yellow jumper and green gym skirt. She had aged, of course, but was still very attractive and held herself well, still walking in that upright, somewhat regal, way. His glance turned into a stare as he looked back at her as she continued her walk with around ten other women. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he still found her attractive and his unknown repressed anger, dormant for so long, now stirred.
He saw her again a few days later, this time helping in the library as an orderly. She recoiled with shock as she recognised him before carrying on with her work, slightly embarrassed. Again, he avoided speaking to her and left.
In the months that followed he saw her again a number of times. This time they had nodded to each other in recognition and had even smiled. Martin even began to feel a little sorry for her; he hadn’t really had a problem with being rejected, it was being wound up about it that annoyed him, and Clare hadn’t done that to him.
With Clare’s six month sentence complete in the next few days, Martin was happy he hadn’t had to speak to her but was also pleased that they had nodded and smiled. At least she knew he didn’t hate her. Clare felt exactly the same way and in fact would have even have liked to speak to him, but knew it would have been a bit awkward addressing him as an authority figure. Clare was also very thankful that she would be out just in time to spend Christmas and New Year with her family.
Today, Martin was Duty Discipline Officer, or DDO as it was known. He looked at the calendar as he sat down in the Discipline Office that day and wondered if it would all go to plan. Fifteen minutes later his young assistant, Lisa Waldegrave, arrived, late. Her poor timekeeping and sometimes over relaxed work attitude annoyed him; no word of an apology or explanation vis a vis her late arrival. He would have to have a word, he decided. Before he had chance to brief Lisa on today’s workload, there was a knock at the door.
As Lisa went to open the door, Martin quickly regarded her; mid height, slim, perhaps too slim, blonde hair in a bun, around twenty-two, give or take a year, he guessed. She put on a fake posh accent, Martin thought, to mask her somewhat humble upbringing. She was also a bit scatty and often argued on the phone at work with her boyfriend, usually over money. She flirted with the male members of staff, Martin remembering one night shift when, sitting opposite him, she put her feet up on the desk giving him full view up her skirt while she pretended to read a book. He was tempted, but didn’t take the bait. Not worth the drama, he thought, and he normally went for brunettes anyway.
Lisa opened the door and the sight took her by surprise. Clare immediately crossed her arms in front of her as a form of subconscious protection on seeing Martin. Martin was visibly shocked looking at Clare standing in front of him wearing a yellow jumper and green gym knickers. Lisa was also puzzled, the physical education unit and gym were on the other side of the corridor and prisoners didn’t usually come here, so why was this woman here, she thought, and why isn’t she wearing her skirt?
“I’ve lost it, Miss,” came Clare’s reply. She added: “I was sure I packed it in my bag but when I arrived at the gym and unpacked a few minutes ago it wasn’t there.”
“Ok, so who told you to come here?” Asked Lisa.
They should have guessed, thought Martin and Lisa, as the gym mistress, Mrs Arnold, was well known for not being the most punctual person, especially on a Monday morning, this one proving to be no exception, obviously leaving the young assistant, Miss McGregor, to supervise the women until she arrived.
It seemed to Clare that no one really knew what to do now, and it would only take a couple of minutes to go back and find the skirt.
Clare said, looking at Lisa: “Please Miss, can I go back to my four bed dorm to try and find it?”
“Yes, good idea, I will come with you.” Lisa replied, and off they went.
Martin looked back along the corridor at Clare and Lisa departing for the two minute walk. He stared at Clare walking away and thought: ‘I never knew she had such a fantastic bum!’
‘Wow! That was a sight I thought I’d never see.’
He had to admit, she still had it; that dark hair, tall frame, nice figure, those legs and that newly discovered bum. He tried to prepare himself for the coming day but found it hard; he couldn’t take his mind off of what he had just seen. In fact, he smiled broadly and wiped his eyes and forehead in incredulity. This wasn’t in the script. They had been gone longer than expected and he now assumed they had got a replacement skirt and Lisa had returned Clare to Physical to play rounders, netball, circuit training or whatever took Mrs Arnold’s fancy, once she had arrived.
Switching his computer on, the door swung open and Lisa and Clare returned. Surprised, Martin looked up and quickly swallowed the mouthful of a Cornish pasty he was eating for breakfast.
Lisa said to him: “Couldn’t find her skirt. We went back to Miss McGregor, who has put her on report.”
Martin raised his eyebrows. He was surprised Michelle McGregor had put Clare on report, given she was a fairly new civilian member of staff, but she had the authority to do so. The matter was now escalated and, as DDO, he would now be directly involved.
“Sit down then, please Mrs Stevens.” He said, aware that so far they hadn’t spoken to each other.
Clare sat down on one of the plastic chairs behind the main desk. Lisa sat down next to her. Martin remained behind the desk and cleared his throat.
“Mrs Stevens, you are charged with not being in possession of an article of signed-for prison issue clothing, namely a green athletics or gym skirt, lost today 21st December 2016. How do you plead?”
Clare was sitting far enough back from the desk that Martin could see all of her long bare legs. Again he could hardly believe what was taking place.
“Ok, Clare. Having pleaded guilty, you have two choices. Either accept the punishment that we will carry out today or you can elect to receive your punishment direct from the governess.” Martin said rather more informally by using her first name.
Clare was more than aware that Mrs Williams, the young governess, liked her, as Clare did her, but Mrs Williams was away now until the New Year. So, unless she wanted to remain locked up over Christmas and into 2017 she had to opt for the former option.
Both Clare and Sarah Williams were middle class, church going women and had a lot in common. They would surely have been great friends in difference circumstances. Clare was convinced Mrs Williams would have dismissed the charge even if she pleaded guilty. Clare would have got the chance to thank Mrs Williams in a slightly subservient, girlish way which, unbeknown to Clare, Sarah Williams loved, and Clare di
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