Christmas Spanking Stories

Christmas Spanking Stories

JQGraves Publications -- Short Spanking Stories

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What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy?
Husband spanked in front of friends and sent to bed.
Domestic Discipline (DD), Spanking F/M, In Front of Others
Thrashing, a Scottish family Father’s Day tradition.
Domestic Discipline (DD), Femdom, F/M
I finally ask for a birthday spanking.
Megan puts Bob in chastity before wedding.
Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity
Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity
Megan delivers a punishment paddling.
Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity, Paddling (F/M)
Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity
Femdom, FLR, Male Chastity, Milking
Mary’s mother joins us for Christmas.
Holiday, Mother-In-Law, Spanking F/M & F/F, Fantasy
I unintentionally reveal my spanking fantasy to my wife.
Spanking F/M, Wife Spanks Husband, Domestic Discipline (DD)
Male Chastity, Female Led Relationship (FLR)
I request and receive my first spanking.
Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity, Spanking F/M
Corner Time, Male Chastity, Female Led Relationship (FLR)
Female Led Relationship (FLR), Femdom, Domestic Discipline
Forced Feminization, Male Chastity, Spanking (F/M)
Femdom, Forced Feminization, Male Chastity, Female Led Relationship (FLR)
Femdom, Forced Feminization, Female Led Relationship (FLR), Male Chastity
Pegging, Female Led Relationship (FLR), Submissive Male, Forced Feminization
Pegging, Female Led Relationship (FLR), Submissive Male, Forced Feminization
Submissive Male, Pegging, Femdom, Forced Feminization
Spanking (F/M), Submissive Male, Femdom, Forced Feminization
Spanking (FF/M), Piercing, Snowball, Submissive Male
When Lucille died, my sister-in-law took over.
Mary picks holidays for spanking me through the year.
Mother-In-Law, Sister-In-Law, FLR, Spanking F/M, Male Chastity
Our neighbor uses Momma's strap to get me to listen.
John enlists his secretary to end the arguing with his wife.
Female Led Relationship (FLR), Dominant Wife
All arguments between John and his wife end when contract is settled.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Domestic Discipline (DD), Dominant Wife
John blames Jane for his situation, and pays the price.
Female Led Marriage (FLM), Female Led Relationship (FLR), Dominant Wife, Domestic Discipline (DD)
It’s too darn hot for loving, fiancé suggests a little consensual spanking.
Sequel to "Too Darn Hot" - Bride cashes IOU, spanks groom before mother-in-law.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
I introduce Erin to spanking foreplay, and suffer the consequences.
Spanking M/F and F/M, Female Led Relationship (FLR), Sexual Content
Erin spanks me with her hairbrush for cumming prematurely on our wedding night.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Sexual Content
Erin imprisons my member in a male chastity cage.
Male Chastity, F/M, Femdom, Sexual Content
Erin discusses the advantages of weekly discipline for her husband with her mother.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Femdom, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Erin takes on the burden of financial management.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Marriage (FLM), Femdom
Erin relieves me of my chastity-induced blue balls.
Femdom, Bondage, Milking, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Erin's mother orders Prince Albert piercing.
Femdom, Spanking F/M, Mother-In-Law, Male Chastity, Piercing
Erin comes home but leaves my weekly spanking to her mother.
F/M, Mother-In-Law, Spanking, Femdom
Erin and I are reunited after her long absence.
Female Led Marriage (FLM), Mother-In-Law, Sexual Content
Erin starts our day with great sex, ends it with chastity and a spanking.
Spanking F/M, Sexual Content, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Femdom
Erin straps me, forgives me, and the next day we shop for a corset.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Male Chastity, Femdom
Erin takes me to an exclusive women’s boutique to buy me panties.
Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Forced Feminization, Femdom, Dominant Wife, Submissive Husband
Erin cleans my insides with a soap stick and an enema.
Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Enema, Analingus, Rimming, Dominant Wife
Pegging, Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Dominant Wife, Fellatio
Erin considers Michelle’s sissy cuckold arrangement.
Cuckold, Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Sissy Maid, Dominant Wife, Submissive Husband
A kindly old grandmother demonstrates her punishment party dress.
Petticoat Punishment, Forced Feminization, Dominant Wife
Erin takes me shopping for a corset.
Forced Feminization, Dominant Wife, Submissive Husband, Woman Led Marriage (WLM)
Erin hires a Personal Trainer to motivate me to get fit.
Spanking F/M, Femdom, Female Led Relationship (FLR), Prince Albert Piercing
Erin discovers I was spanked at the gym.
Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Male Chastity, Sexual Content, Chastity
Mother-in-law puts me in a new chastity device.
Male Chastity, Spanking F/M, Mother-In-Law, Prince Albert Piercing
I clean mother-in-law’s house and end up the prize.
Femdom, Forced Feminization, Mother-In-Law
Erin’s co-worker Michelle becomes my babysitter.
Mother-in-law, Dominant Wife, Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Babysitter, Forced Feminization
Babysitter, Femdom, Feminization, F/M
I’m forced to “thank” Bret after a spanking.
Babysitter, Spanking M/M, Forced Bi, Blowjob, Sissymaid
Michelle and her bull assign me cleanup duty.
Babysitter, Femdom, Forced Bi, Cleanup
Erin comes home to deal with my disobedience.
Dominant Wife, Woman Led Marriage (WLM), Submissive Husband
I request a spanking from my wife on my thirtieth birthday.
The neighbor and her daughter spank me for my birthday.
Wife convinces husband he should be spanked for bad habits.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
I ask Madge to take control in our new bedroom.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Bride takes offense at preacher's insistence that she obey her groom in all things.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Role Reversal
Secret spanko husband caught with computer filled with images.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline, Femdom, Assisted, Caught with Consequences
Blocked writer is given real life experience.
Husband loses verbal bout with wife.
A very short piece on the dynamics of a marriage.
Woman friend teaches Wife how to discipline her man.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline, Femdom, Assisted
Non-standard story of how wife will disrobe on her wedding night, and what it will cost the groom.
Spanking F/M, BDSM, Femdom, Male Chastity, Pegging, Sexual Content
World's leading (lagging?) procrastinator introduced to organized woman.
Spanking F/M, Femdom, Female Lead Relationship (FLR)
Wife concerned over retired husband's health risks.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Spanko husband inspires wife to hire a professional.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Assisted
Boyfriend criticizes movie and learns to hate the commercials even more.
Spanking F/M, Femdom, Female Led Relationship (FLR)
Husbands requests motivation to keep him on his diet.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Looking forward to giving wife her first ever birthday spanking, the plot twists.
Spanking F/M, Femdom, Assisted, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Spanking F/M, Femdom, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Older sister remember when first given spanking rights.
Petite neighbor Marge takes a turn.
Too bruised for paddle, Bill gets Vickie's hand.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Vera straps Marge for naughty excitement from spanking.
Delayed for a week, husband is finally paddled by his wife
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Marriage (FLM)
Fiance narrates story of embarrassing spanking.
Snowblower leads to my neighbor giving me a birthday spanking.
Man tries to rustle on 21st century ranch. Rancher straps him and hires him on.
Young man discovers the action that will bring his mother to spank him.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD)
Does he really want the full experience?
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD)
Mother spanks Roger then fiancee uses a switch.
New maid spanks husband while wife watches. Things will change.
Spanking F/M, Female Led Marriage (FLM), Assisted
Cumming prematurely earns Jeffrey a spanking from his wife on their wedding night.
Spanking F/M, Domestic Discipline (DD), Female Led Marriage (FLM)

Chapters

Pink Christmas

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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"Wakey, wakey, Neal, baby," my stepmother's honey dipped voice summoned me from dreamland, "It's time to get up and about on your big, big day."
"Go 'way, Monica, 'm sleepy," I grumbled in reply.
"No whining now, sleepyhead," Monica cheerfully countered, grabbing the coverings I had been attempting to pull over my head and yanking them down.
"Okay, okay, I'll be down in a few minutes," I said, giving in to the inevitable. I feebly sat up and opened my eyes.
Just in time for Monica to draw back the curtains and flood the room with morning sunlight, painfully blinding me. "Right this second, grumpy gus," Monica chirped, ignoring my whimpers of pain. "It's Christmas morning and the whole family is just waiting for you." Taking firm hold of my hand she pulled me stumbling out of the room.
Naturally, I hated being led about like a child. Unsucessfully, I tried to pull free from her grip. "I'm not a little boy!" I complained, {For what must have been the millionth time!} unable to keep a whining tone from entering my voice. I was in fact twenty-two years old, the same as Monica, and fought a constant battle to get her to treat me accordingly.
"Oh, sweetheart," Monica soothed in exactly the tone used for cranky toddlers. "I'm not treating you like a little BOY."
Despite her reassuring tone, something about what she said set off little alarm bells in my mind, and she still did not release my hand. Quite the opposite in fact. As we neared the stairs she pulled me closer and protectively wrapped her arm around my waist. "Watch your step, baby. Down we go." 'Great,' I thought, 'Complain about being treated like a kid and she starts treating me like a toddler.'
"I'm not a BABY! And I can do it myself!" I whined. Realizing even as I spoke that I had managed to sound just like a petulant three year old.
"Of course you can, sweetheart," Monica crooned in Motherly tones that I am sure would have pacified any tot. "But your not fully awake yet and you don't want to have an accident on Christmas Morning, do you?"
Sighing in frustration, I shook my head in reply. There was no use in fighting. Monica, of good heart but simple mind, took her role as "Mother" much too seriously. I supposed she had a point, anyhow. My vision was still more than a little blurry and I could easily have stumbled without her strong, yet gentle, guidance.
"There, that's settled then," Monica happily purred. "Oh, honey, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye in the months since you've returned home. I really only recently began to understand your needs. But I promise that from now on I'll be the Mommy of your dreams. And no-one is going to treat you like a little BOY ever again."
There it was again! She was definately putting an odd stress on the word "boy" Maybe if I had been more awake that would have alarmed me more than it did, but I only dismissed that and the strange speech as more of Monica's "Mommy" syndrome. I actually almost giggled at the promise of never being regarded as a child again. That really would be a Christmas miracle! Standing at barely five foot three in platform shoes, and with a baby face, to boot, I could easily get into movies for half price. Monica was by no means even the worst in the family about acting like I was a little boy instead of a man. My fourteen year old sister, Jennifer, was worse. Monica's younger sister, Erica, was absolutely horrible.
Needless to say, I was not thrilled when Erica's mocking voice greeted our arrival in the living room. "Oh, how cute!" she squealed, "I just love your darling pee-jays, Nelly-kins."
This was followed by a chorus of laughter. I stood there, open mouthed and blinking to clear my vision, trying to figure out what in the world was so funny. "Nelly" had been a nickname the kids at school stuck me with way back in first grade, and Erica had added the diminutive suffix months ago. She had never before used it within Monica's hearing, but it was not too much of a shock and should not have led to such widespread mirth.
My eyes finally focused and I took in my audience -- And could not stop a whimper from escaping my suddenly trembling lips! Father was there, and Jennifer and Erica, of course, and Monica and Erica's Mother, Jessica {But she insisted on being called Nana, making clear where Monica got her maternal instincts} and they were all laughing, -- At me! -- but that was not what had brought me to verge of the tears.
The cause of my distress was the man sitting next to Erica. I had not seen him in years, but even if I did not recognize his face I could never forget his laugh. God knows I had heard it enough. More than enough! None other than Mick Donnoly, the bane of my existence, number one on my list of characters from childhood I never wanted to see again, the bone-headed, ham-fisted farmboy who pinned the hated nickname of "Nelly" on me in the first place, had returned to torment me.
I was fully awake, now, and Erica's taunt suddenly made ghastly sense. With a heavy heart, I looked down at myself, desperately praying that my rapidly returning memory of the previous night was only a bad dream. Unfortunately, I rememberd correctly, and it was my life that had suddenly become a nightmare.
I was wearing my sister's pink, one-piece footsies.

A friend of mine was part of a family who stuck closely to their
Scandinavian heritage, even though they'd lived in Seattle for at least four
generations. Inga's father was a fisherman as had been his father and all
his male relatives before him. He was a tall, strapping, very stern man and
I don't recall him ever cracking a smile. Her mother, on the other hand,
was a petite, bird-like woman, always chirpingly cheerful and flitting
around the house keeping it neat and tidy. She was one of those sort of
mothers who had freshly-baked cookies and cold milk waiting for her children
after school. The kids in the neighborhood adored her.

In the 1960s, as we're all aware, corporal punishment was still allowed in
schools and was a normal and accepted part of family life. Inga's family
was no different. On many occasions I was witness to her brothers being
solemnly led from the room by their father, his hand heavy on their
shoulders, his razor strop in his other hand, and hearing the subsequent
whoosh and crack of the well-worn leather striking their bared backsides.
He invariably took them to the mudporch at the back of the kitchen where
stood an old chair they were made to bend over after dropping their jeans
and underwear. You could hear the boys' yelps and cries all over the house
and, if it was summertime and the doors and windows were open, all over the
neighborhood as well!

Inga was the only girl in the family and feared her father. She'd been the
recipient of several harsh and painful spankings over the years although had
never "tasted" his razor strop. Apparently this was reserved only for the
boys. She once told me she'd overheard her father tell one of her brothers
that that strop had been used on him and his father as well. To him, it was
probably a family heirloom.

Christmas was a wonderful time at their house. Inga's mother would be
baking for weeks and all the kids in the neighborhood would swarm to kitchen
in the hopes of snagging a cookie or two. The entire house would be
decorated and music would be playing on the hi-fi.

As Inga's best friend, I and my parents were often invited to dinner or to
socialize in some other fashion. Our parents were great bridge players and
good friends as well. I'll never forget one Christmas afternoon when we'd
stopped by to exchange gifts. Inga seemed unusually subdued and her mother
was not her usual happy self. It was difficult to tell whether Inga's
father was in a bad mood or not. In spite of the jolly music playing on the
hi-fi and the lights twinkling in their perfect Christmas tree, Inga's house
didn't seem very festive.

In my childish and tactless way, I asked Inga what the matter was in front
of our parents and her brothers. To my surprise and chagrin, she burst into
tears and ran from the livingroom. Behind his parents' backs, one of the
boys pointed to the stockings hung at their mantlepiece. At first I was
confused, shrugging and looking back at him. I didn't understand what he
was trying to tell me. Whispering in my ear, he explained. "Inga got
switches in her stocking." Sure enough, several slender twigs were sticking
up out of her red stocking.

I still must have looked blank, because he elaborated, tugging me into the
hallway. "Her grades have fallen off. Papa is furious. He warned her if
they did not improve before Christmas vacation, he would take steps. She
expected to be punished but he never did anything. Until she saw her
stocking this morning."

I was horrified. "You mean he's going to spank her with those STICKS?!"

Her brother nodded. "He already has used one this morning. Right after
breakfast he took her to her room and gave her a good switching. There are
three more in her stocking and he told her she'll get a switching a day
until they are all gone."

Poor Inga! A spanking was bad enough but to be spanked with a stick just
boggled my mind!

I heard her father bellow, "Inga! You come downstairs at once!" My parents
looked embarrassed but were urged to make themselves comfortable in the
livingroom while her mother bustled off to the kitchen to make coffee. I
gathered they had either figured out what was going on or had been told.
Slowly, Inga entered the room, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Sit down!" Her father pointed an imperious finger at a wooden chair. She
blanched but obeyed, unable to disguise her wince when her bottom touched
the seat.

For the next hour, all of us pretended to have a nice Christmas visit. Her
brothers played with their new miniature race cars under the tree while our
parents sipped coffee and chatted about whatever it was adults chatted
about. I had pulled a chair up next to Inga's and we quietly played with
our new Barbie dolls. She m
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