The Christmas Present (M/F story)

As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes on Christmas morning, Jeremy noticed that his girlfriend had gotten out of bed before him, and had thoughtfully let him sleep in. He put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants and smiled contentedly as he left their bedroom to look for her. He wondered if Rosie had started on breakfast, or was waiting for him so they could make it together. He always wanted to start Christmas Day with a cup of cocoa.

He found Rosie in the living room, holding one of her presents and pulling the paper away to have a look. When she glanced up and saw him, she squeaked and blushed. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to peek at my presents – it was an accident, I promise."

He grinned as he watched her, overjoyed as he realized that she wanted to start Christmas Day with some playtime. Wearing her pink pyjamas and fuzzy bunny slippers, and with her long, brown hair in pigtails, she presented an adorable sight as she pouted and fluttered her eyelashes at him. He knew she would look even more adorable over his knee, yelping with a pink bottom.

 

He tutted, eventually managing a good impression of a disapproving frown. "That was very naughty of you, Rosie. I expected better of you. I think you have to be punished." He stepped forward and gently grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her toward the couch. As she protested and promised to be good from now on, while not making the slightest effort to resist or escape from his grasp, he grinned and once again thanked his lucky stars that he'd found a girlfriend that loved being spanked more than anything else in the world.

 

One minor flaw in his eyes was that Rosie didn't like to be spanked too hard, and hated other punishments like mouth soaping or writing lines. She'd often told him that in her opinion, a spanked bottom should be pink, not scarlet or blistered, and should be followed by cuddles and kisses, not corner time. He would have liked to sometimes have some heavier play sessions, but he'd long ago decided to count his blessings and not try to push her into something she wasn't comfortable with.

He sat down on the couch and pulled his protesting girlfriend over his lap, gently patting her shapely behind. "You've been a bad girl, Rosie, sneaking a peek at your presents like that. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a long, hard spanking."

As he smacked the seat of her pyjamas, he grinned as he watched her squeal, squirm, and kick her legs. She always exaggerated at the start of her spankings, acting like it was far more painful than it actually was. He knew that as the sting grew, her reactions would become more genuine.

Her pretty posterior wriggled under his hand, jiggling with every smack. He spanked slowly and gently at first, gradually increasing the speed and strength of his slaps to give her a good warm-up. After a few minutes, he grabbed the waistband of her pyjamas bottoms, slowly peeling them down to reveal her beautiful bare bottom.

"Oh! You don't have to take my pyjamas bottoms down, sir. I promise I'll be good!" she pleaded insincerely.

"I know you will, dear," he said as he rubbed her bottom, feeling the goosebumps forming on her skin. "And this spanking will make sure of it."

As he continued to slap her shapely seat, she yelped at the growing pain, moaning as she squirmed around on his lap. There was a part of him that wanted to remove her cute bunny slipper and give her a good whacking with it; that would really get her howling. But she'd been quite vocal about her dislike of implements – the only thing she wanted to feel on her bottom was his hand – so he resisted the urge. This was for their mutual enjoyment, after all.

Soon, Rosie could no longer hold back the tears. Giving a few extra smacks to her sit spots for emphasis, he helped her up into a sitting position on his lap, and they kissed as he gently rubbed Rosie's rosy rear. She smiled blissfully up at him. "Well, this is turning out to be a wonderful Christmas Day," he said.

"I'm certainly happy with my first present," she purred into his chest, rubbing her warm bottom against him.

He kissed her neck softly, causing her to moan. "If you want, we can go back to bed and celebrate properly," he said with a lascivious grin.

She smiled, but shook her head. "Tempting, but not right now." She rose to her feet and pulled her pyjamas bottoms back up, rubbing her stinging bottom with a cheeky smile on her face. "Let's have breakfast."

She grabbed a pillow from the living room, and as they sat down in the kitchen, she slowly lowered herself onto it, wincing in a way that made him grin – he knew she was exaggerating for his amusement. After the meal, they sat down in the living room with a mug of cocoa each, and she went to fetch one of the presents. "I think you should open this now," she said, sounding nervous and tense. She had a serious look on her face, but she wasn't quite able to look him in the eye.

He took the present, and as he watched her fidget, he wondered what in the world she could have bought him that would cause this reaction. He removed the wrapping paper to reveal a small wooden paddle with the words "Rosie's Reddener" on it. It was the perfect size to use when she was over his lap. He looked at her with wonder in his eyes.

"I know you've wanted to do some more serious play," she said as she squirmed and bit her lip. "It sounds really, really scary, but also fun, you know?" She managed to meet his eyes, but quickly looked away again. "I think I want to fulfil your fantasy. I think I want to try it," she said in a barely audible voice.

He pulled her toward him, sitting her on his lap and hugging her close as he kissed her forehead. "Poor baby. You're really scared, aren't you? We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

She smiled nervously. "I want to do this, Jeremy. I want you to sate my curiosity – and I want you to do it because YOU want to do it." She rose to her feet, starting to lower her pyjamas bottoms. "And I'm already warmed up, aren't I? No time like the present. You can really redden my rump now."

He sat there, slightly stunned, as she laid down over his lap. Could this really be happening? Could she really be asking him to use this paddle on her? She looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling apprehensively. "I'm ready for my punishment, sir."

Needing no further encouragement, he picked up the paddle and gently tapped it against her quivering backside. Her cheeks clenched and unclenched as she waited for that first painful smack. He briefly rubbed the paddle in circles on her pink flesh, then lifted the paddle and slapped it down. She gasped, arching her back at the unfamiliar pain. This felt nothing like his hand! There was no fakery in her squirms and squeals this time.

The paddle continued to strike her squirming rear, and she was soon kicking her legs and yelping with every painful smack. Every slap left a beautiful red mark on her pink bottom, and he wanted to enjoy himself – but he wanted to be sure SHE enjoyed it as well, and her reaction left some doubt in his mind. "Are you OK? Would you like me to stop?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he lowered the paddle.

It took a few seconds for her to make up her mind, and even longer to gather her breath enough to answer. "No. Don't stop – I want a proper paddling. If you stop now, I'll be too scared to try later, and I'll always wonder if I could have taken it. Please, don't stop."

Smiling at her bravery, he lifted the paddle again and did as she asked. The paddle was just large enough to cover one cheek, so he moved it from the left buttock to the right, smacking every inch of her bottom as she sobbed and kicked. Soon, he had to lock her legs in his to keep her in place. As her bottom reddened, she put her hand back to protect herself, so he grabbed her wrist and held it against the small of her back.

She was thrashing around, sobbing and trying to squirm out of his grasp, but he easily held her in place, and every stroke landed right on her burning bottom. To her surprise, she found it somewhat comforting to be held in place like this – to know that she was in her wonderful boyfriend's hands and at his mercy. He was in control, and she loved it.

By the time he placed the paddle down on the table, Rosie's bottom was bright red, and she was sobbing pitifully. He lifted her up and hugged her, telling her how brave she was as he ran his fingers through her hair.

After a few minutes, she had regained her composure enough to smile up at him, and she leaned closer and kissed him on the lips. "Could you take me back to bed, darling? I think I'd like you to help me take my mind off the sting."

"Of course, sweetie," he said gently as he stood up and carried her to the bedroom.