A christmas spanking (M/F story)

Nicky glanced around the corner, looking hungrily at the Christmas tree, and even more at the presents beneath. She giggled. A childish sound, but considering that she was currently dressed in a pink pyjamas and had her black hair in pigtails, it was oddly fitting. She felt almost like a child again. And soon, something was going to happen that was going to make her feel even more like a child. She licked her lips. She couldn't wait.

She tiptoed over to the tree, picking out one of the presents and started to open it. She wasn't supposed to open them before tomorrow, but that was OK, she was just going to have a quick peek.

She'd just peeled back the wrapping paper to glance at the CD underneath when a strict voice behind her made her jump three feet in the air. "What do you think you are doing, young lady?"

Greg did his best to put on his strictest face, glaring at his girlfriend as she stood before him, squirming and unable to look him in the eyes. "That was a very naughty thing to do," he said, continuing to lecture her. He considered it quite a good lecture. But then again, with a few variations, he delivered the same lecture every year.

"You're getting a spanking," he said at last. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but a quick glare from him convinced her otherwise. He grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the couch before pulling her over his knee. Her pyjamas bottoms were pulled down to her knees, with her panties following soon afterwards, and he placed his hand on her pale, quivering cheeks.

That was one of their little games; every year, she'd sneak down and peek at her presents, and every year, he'd catch her, lecture her, and spank her. He knew she was reliving something she'd seen in a film, one she'd seen when she was young and impressionable and not quite aware of her spanko desires.

To be honest, he didn't particularly care why she wanted him to do it. All he knew was that it was by far his favourite Christmas tradition.

His hand crashed down on her bottom, and she cried out as the smacks kept landing on her unprotected posterior. Soon, she was kicking her legs, and tears were already rolling down her cheeks. He knew that she reacted much more strongly to her spankings around Christmas, as if the tradition of the whole affair connected to her childhood and made her less prepared for the sting of his hand. She could shrug off hard spankings most of the year, but a spanking under the tree and she was bawling her eyes out.

Not that he was going to go easy on her, of course. She'd never forgive him if he did.

The once-pale cheeks were rapidly turning red under his palm as Nicky squirmed around, and he had to put his hand around her waist to hold her in place. She was sobbing loudly into the pillow, kicking her legs as if trying to run away from the sting.

Then, once he was satisfied with the colour of her bottom, he let her up, giving her a long hug as she sobbed into his shirt. Once she'd calmed down a bit, he guided her over to the corner.

"Nose in the corner," he told her. "If I catch you rubbing, you'll regret it."

He took a second to enjoy the sight of the bright red bottom in the corner before heading into the kitchen to start breakfast. He was already looking forward to watching her squirm around in her seat as she sat down to eat, knowing he wouldn't let her eat it standing up.