Page 146 of Santa Daddies

Her bottom was still mottled with tiny pink splotches from the night before, and it would be red-hot and swollen before the morning was over. I rubbed my hand over the still cool flesh, then gave each cheek a gentle squeeze.

“Daddy’s little elf has been very, very naughty,” I lectured, my tone stern. “Messing with top-secret North Pole documents, lying to Daddy, trying to erase evidence of your naughties, sneaking out, using magic for nefarious purposes. All of those things alone are enough to get you on the naughty list. And this spanking should be what gets you off. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She was already sniffling, and the sound of her quiet cries made my heart clench in my chest. She’d be sobbing by the time we were done.

With nothing else to do, but warm up her bottom for my belt, I lifted my arm into the air.

Crystal

I was crying before Yule’s hard hand exploded across the center of my bottom, and I was already so distraught, I welcomed the pain. Craved the absolution that I knew would come with it. That didn’t mean, of course, that it didn’t suck.

His hard hand came across my bottom like an onslaught, swat after swat after swat with his paddle-like hand, and I knew this was just the warmup. When it came to the naughty list, there was no absolution without Daddy’s belt.

How had I messed everything up so severely when I’d just wanted to help? I’d hated seeing him so stressed out and exhausted all the time, complaining about outdated systems with no time to try to fix them. And yeah, changing the list to put my name on it had been selfish, but I’d just wanted some attention, some time. I hadn’t wanted to cause a whole avalanche of problems. But I apparently had, and I felt awful. Awful enough that I managed to stay stoic over his lap while he warmed up my ass with his hand, a flurry of incessant smacks, in one spot, and then another. I could feel the skin getting warm, could feel the pain taking root deep in the muscles.

But I stayed still, and took each crushing blow across my bottom, because I owed him penance and I didn’t know how else to give it.

And then he started lecturing. That’s when I broke. The tears fell faster, harder, as I took in the agony his voice, the pain he felt at having to punish me so sternly.

“Babygirl. I am so sorry you felt so neglected that you felt you had to go to such extreme lengths to get my attention. Knowing that breaks my heart, but you are Mrs. Claus now, Santa’s wife. Actions have consequences you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Things you’d never think of and I’d never expect you to think of. So you must be careful, you must be mindful. You cannot use Christmas magic for nefarious purposes, you cannot use things that belong to the elves without askingpermission, you cannot alter the naughty list, and you cannot, must not lie to Daddy.”

“I knowwww,” I cried, my tears soaking his velvet pants. “I’m sorry, Santa Daddy. I was just wanting to help, and then it all went sideways.”

“I know babygirl. Things often do. You know what they say: The road to heck is paved with good intentions.” His voice dropped an octave. “I know you had good intentions, but you were very naughty.”

“I’m sorry!” I cried again, as he peppered the entire surface of my bottom with more hard swats. By the time he finished, I was limp, heartbroken, tear-stained, and very, very sorry. My ass was throbbing.

And I still had a date with Daddy’s belt.

He rubbed my aching butt, with his warm hands, massaging the tortured flesh and told me how good I was doing, then stood with me still in his arms, when I’d expected him to order me up and over the arm of the couch. Instead, he flipped me over so I was facing him, grabbed his belt, and carried me up the stairs to our bedroom.

Once inside, the reprieve ended. Yule went full stern Santa Daddy mode. “Over the end of the bed, ass up over a pillow.”

Despite my burning ass and knowing that it was about to get a lot worse, I scurried to obey.

A moment later, Yule was standing behind me, his belt doubled over in one hand while the other rubbed comforting circles on my lower back. “You’re doing so good, babygirl. This part is gonna suck, hard, but it won’t last forever, and it should do the trick.”

He sounded confident, but I could hear the concern in his voice and it made me cry harder.

“Okay, baby, shhh, shhh. I can’t spank you when you’re crying this hard. You won’t be able to breathe.”

“I just… I…” My words came out in broken gasps. “I’m just so sorry.”

“I know you are, baby. I wish we could be done already, but we can’t. I need you to take your punishment like a good girl for me.”

“Y-yes, Daddy!”

“Do you want to know how many, or do you just want me to do it?”

Ughhhh. There was nothing I hated more than counting, and if anything, I felt like having a set number made it worse. I trusted Daddy to know what was best. “Just do it please.” I worked on my breathing, drawing deep racking breaths, until the sobs had turned to whimpers.

When I was calm, I felt Yule shift behind me, and braced myself. I didn’t have to wait. His thick leather belt lashed across my butt, ripping a cry from my lungs.

“Owie! Owiieeee!”

The belt fell again before I finished speaking. Each slap of the leather across my poor bottom seemed to fall harder than the last. Each lash lit me up from the outside in, a thousand stinging bees that seemed to make a nest deep in the tissues of my gluteal muscles.

My hands clenched into fists, gripping the bedcovers beneath me, as if they had relief to offer, as if they could squeeze my hands in comfort. They couldn’t and there was no comfort to be had. Not for my ass and not for my heart.