Is Santa Naughty or Nice?

How is everyone surviving the most wonderful stressful time of the year?

Are your to-do lists getting smaller as the days get closer?

Are the gifts purchased, wrapped and shipped?

Wishing you all the best of luck and may holiday peace be yours soon.

Since I know everyone is busy; I offer you just a quick post today

in exchange for your quick comment.

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During this time of year, the most popular holiday themed spanking fantasy gets a lot of attention. That of course is the one involving Santa delivering spanking to naughty young ladies. 

For holiday themed fantasy comparative purposes, the Easter Bunny doesn't get nearly as much play as Santa does; even around Easter time. Although to be fair, a photoset involving the Easter Bunny delivery a spanking was one of the first spanking images I came across in my early searches of the old world wide web.

So where do YOU stand on this fantasy? 

It seems to me to be a very divided and polarizing fantasy. There are those who love the Santa checking his naughty list and delivering spankings to deserving young ladies. These folks love the pictures, illustrations and stories around the jolly spanking fellow and can't seem to get enough of the red.

Then there is the other camp who wants nothing to do with this fantasy. Their aversion to Santa spanks is best described as very similar to my aversion to clown sex which is summoned up as; good for you, none for me thanks. Nope. Keep your clown nose and oversized shoes and your creepy, white face paint. I'll be waiting outside. In the car. With the engine running.

OK perhaps not the best example. Especially if you are OK with indulging in both the fantasy of a jolly plump guy in a red suit spanking away naughty deeds; as well as a strange guy in an an oversized paisley suit with a fake water-squirting flower and rainbow afro-hair spanking away...

Getting back to the point:

So tell Me, tell Us, pleases share; 
where do you stand on the Santa fantasy?

Santa Spanks - Can't get enough of it!

OR

Santa Spanks - Can't click away fast enough.

I will share my stance on the topic once everyone has had a chance to comment.

Again for the record in case there is any doubt, we are talking strictly and only about an All Adult fantasy here.  
I do not want to hear about anything else nor does anyone else.

Holiday Stress-Relief Solutions: II

It's the most…

It's the most…

            Yes, its the most stressful time of the year!

Let's be honest kids, doesn't the Holiday Season really just translate to 

Holiday Stress for most.

No? 

Oh.

I guess it is perhaps just a strange phenomenon around here...

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When I wake up in the morning and the complaints are already flying about nonstop -

- never ending to-do lists

- gifts to purchase and wrap

- treats to purchase for all those fundraisers

- outfits to buy, matching shoes to find; all for this or that event...

Oh the seasonal whining, holiday-crazed attitudes; all the ugly unnecessary elements of the season just add to it all. 

Yes, my personal seasonal stress is often fueled further primarily by temperamental young ladies.The entirely wrong type of spike to my festive egg nog cheer. 

So what is a man to do when his young lady (and others) is (are) out of control?  

What is a man to do when he is pressed for time to implement a full and thorough lesson? 

(And besides aren't we are all pressed for time especially at this time of year?)

What to do? What is needed?

Immediate action is the solution needed to reign in those entitled attitudes.

Therefore with that in mind, I offer you some alternative punishment and time conscious solutions for this Christmas Seaon. All for relieving everyones's stress of course.

Holiday Maintenance Solutions 101

I have a long list, but let us begin with 

this suggestion:

– Quality Holiday Corner Time –

I often think Corner Time is a tool not utilized enough. 

It is the silent enforcer and therefore often overlooked. 

In the tool box of remedies for entitled attitudes this is your WD40 spray. 

Thus this reminder that when one is pressed for time and discipline is needed, don't forget the effectiveness of corner time. It gets the job done with minimal effort. Administered properly, it can be as humiliating as the spankings themselves. 

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Get over there now!

Upturned nose to the wall and uptight ass at attention, now!

I don't want to hear any more from you this morning.

You've been a mess lately and I'm tired of it.

Tired of your self-induced heightened stress levels.

Plus, it is way to early to be be hearing all this.

Yes, I'm serious.

Yes, NOW! 

Yes, before you start your day.

These come down. 

Turn around!

Keep that nose to the wall.

You need a full lesson, but for now we'll do the best with my limited time.

Shhhh…not a word.

Let's wedge these panties up....into your uptight ass….just a little…just some more.

Yes….a bit more yet. There. 

Shhh….calm.

What you really need is a full spanking, but you also need some quality quiet time with that corner. You need to take a breath, calm yourself and try to refocus.

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I said, not a single word.

Yes, you are going to be most likely late, but if you hadn't started your bitching so early today you wouldn't be where you are now.

Excuse me, did I say you could speak? Did I? 

No. It is not your time to talk. It is your time to listen.

What you really need is a firm reminder lesson…

but my time is limited unfortunately.

Just stay there. 

For now, a kiss on the back of your head; to remind you of the obvious.

A firm slap to your bared and squeezable ass...

followed by another 

and then another...

A handful of slowly timed slaps, but firm enough to cause a slow glowing red hue.

Lastly a final stinging spank for good measure,

….all as a reminder of what awaits you tonight.

Ahh, a nice soft red glow.

Where am I going? 
Out for the day of course.

What?

Don't be silly; I didn't say you could move away from that corner.

Turn around. 

Again, nose to the wall; hands up and ass out.

Good Girl. Stay.

I'll call you later. Keep an ear out for the phone. 

I'll call when I think you've had enough time; when you can step away from the wall.

Until then, make the best use of this time, use this time reflecting. 

Reflecting on the true reason for the season, Doll.  

Oh and just a hint; matching shoes to your dress is not a seasonal priority.

Although....perhaps matching your shoes to the soon to be bright red color of

your ass should be!

Such a lovely & poetic holiday scene:

Softly glowing

red cheeks

on both ends.

A door slamming,

echoed by hands slamming against the wall.

A penitent young lady sobbing.

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Could you deal with some Holiday Maintenance yourself?

Are you like the young ladies in my life who do not do well with the holiday stress at all?
Or are you ready for more Holiday Maintenance Ideas & Reminders to dish out?
Do you ever run out of ideas on how to deal with these wayward girls?

Well vote, comment, or better yet do both and let me know if you are interested in any other similar posts. Remember you can vote for multiple items.

Homecoming

I can't believe it is almost Thanksgiving, the gateway that ushers in all of the craziness of the extended holidays. Thanksgiving around here, perhaps like most of the US of A, is full of hometown traditions. Traditions ranging from gluttonous feasts, to marathon NFL, college and high school football games, to homecoming courts and alumni events. These traditional events and rituals guarded at all costs which always leads me to caution that, "Tradition at all costs is not a good thing." Here, below, is one illustrative example why.

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"Hon, stop.  I'm going to be late; I don't want to miss the Princess Parade!"

"From where I stand the main Princess already marched in with attitude to fill the stadium."

"Uhggg! I gave into these stupid panties already, I don't know what else you want" she stomped her heeled foot in a display of her adult defiance.

"Excuse me? You gave into those panties? Really? Is that how you see it ?"

"Honnnn…these panties are a real fashion faux pas. These are embarrassing enough. Do you know how many of my  friends are going to be commenting on my pantie lines behind my back. Do you? " she questioned, attempting to pull away from his firm grip on her upper arm. 

"You don't get it, do you young lady?" He asked, not expecting an answer; at least not an answer to his satisfaction and sat himself down on the living room chair.

"I can just imagine the girls thinking I wore these intentionally. Thongs don't show panties lines yuh know; they make it look like you aren't wearing anything."

"So it is better people think you aren't wearing underwear?"

"Exactly. Can I go now? Please?! I really don't want to miss the Homecoming Parade" she asked bouncing in place on her heels, anxiously awaiting his dismissal.

"I don't understand you. You are well past the age to care about some High School Homecoming."

"Uggh! What don't you understand?! 

Ever since I graduated, and every year since we were in college, the weekend before Thanksgiving everyone would come back to town; go to the game and watch the parade. It is so much fun! It's tradition. 

We all sit there, watch the game and the crowd, drink and talk and comment about how we made a prettier court back then, more then these girls now. Then after the game we hit up all the bars in town and talk about how much has changed since then."

"From the looks of things not much has changed about your princess attitude since then!

I told you, I worry every time you get together with your old friends; you drink like a naive teenager. Thus the necessary reminder to behave yourself."

He repeated his rationale while tugging her down and over his lap.

"Awww! No! Hon, no! Please! Not before going out tonight. I'm wearing these aren't I; isn't that enough?!"

"You don't get it, Princess" he said flipping up her clingy dress over her waist revealing the tight form fitting bikini cut panties. "These are just a reminder. A reminder to behave yourself; but apparently they aren't enough and you need a more direct reminder."

He flicked the top thin elastic waistband of the panties; the bright white sheer material contrasting against her unnatural tanned skin.

"Ouch! After all the comments I get about these pantie lines I am sure that will be punishment enough" she argued.

   

"Punishment enough? Ha! You have not idea. How easy you forget. Let me remind you."

He raised his open palm and brought it down with a stinging slap to her bottom.

"Owww!"

He raised his hand again as she clenched her cheeks nervously. He brought it down and began a torrent of slaps. Her perky cheeks felt naked under the snug, sheer material of the panties he had selected. Intentionally a size small, he demanded she wear them tonight instead of a thong. Wear them as a constant reminder of the punishment she would be receiving at the end of the night if she drank to the dangerous extent she had last time. 

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He never forbade her to go out with friends or forbade her drinking. No, that wasn't his issue. His issue was with her unsafe careless actions that resulted from influences of her old friends; old friends reliving careless days and wishing to forget more current life choices.

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Her heels kicked the rug in beat, as he slapped her pantie clad bottom without rest. She squealed and grunted as the hand spankings reverberated and ached more than usual due to her freshly baked artificial tan. He cheeks bounced and jiggled with every slap as she bopped her head in inaudible protests. Four baker dozen spanks later, or so, her cheeks were a uniform red showing clearly through the sheer material.

"Oowww! Ow! Ooohhh..." she whined as he slowed the rhythm of the slaps. She might as well have been naked for the thin material provided absolutely no cushioning protection.

He finally stopped the flash storm of spanking, "Get up!" he ordered.

She did as she was told and struggled to her feet.

"Damm you!" she huffed blowing her curls out of her face and smoothing down her dress.

"If you would have behaved yourself last time we wouldn't have to take these preventative measures." 

"Preventative measures? This sure as hell doesn't feel preventative. It is bad enough I have to wear these and then to spank me regardless!" she snapped back at him.

Unhappy with her continued back talk, he stood up and without hesitation spun her around and pushed her down on the sofa. She caught her landing, as he expected, with her outstretched arms and her bottom upright in front of him. 

Flipping up her dress over her waist once again, he grabbed the edges of her panties with each hand and gathered the material together into one hand. He pulled the sheer fabric up and forward, wedging it deep into her cheeks. With another firm tug upwards, he nearly knocked her off her feet; forcing her to tip-toe in order to keep balance as he lifted her by her panties. The underwear dug deep. He continued to pull up and did not stop until the material nearly snapped and her red cheeks were basically bare. 

"OhhhMaGawd! Fuuu....Oooowww!" she protested barely able to get the simple words out.

"Oh...isn't this like wearing a thong?" he asked sarcastically.

She clawed at the sofa to steady and catch herself as he nearly had her off the ground as she struggled to remain balanced on her tip-toes. Pulling on the makeshift reigns with one hand, he spanked her ass with the other. He slapped her cheeks in a slow precise upward motion. He alternated left and right. Slow, controlled and harsh. Each slap was deliberate and delivered with the intent to sting.

"Ssssstop..pp...pa...please!" she whined out her protests "I..I'll...beee..ggoo... I'll be good! I promise! ...Oooowww!" 

He continued to spank her with one hand, all the while pulling her up by her panties; leaving her resembling a pleading, dangling marionette. 

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"Hmmm, look at the time. You better be going before all the good bleacher seats are gone" he smirked, satisfied with her bottom hue, yet still holding her in place by her wedged panties.

He delivered a final perfectly targeted slap to her bent over exposed bottom with his free hand. Slapping her squarely on her left cheek; upon contact he let his fingers close tightly grabbing a firm hold of her ass. His fingers pushing into what little area the sheer lingerie material was now protecting and firmly probed between her lips.

She involuntarily released a soft moan as he pushed his fingers in. His fingers draped by the sheer material filled her femininity tightly. She squeezed herself tightly against his fingers, not to stop the motion, but rather to enjoy the resistance. Amused he left his fingers in place as she began swaying; slowly working herself into a sweat.

Yet, just as quickly as he had pushed in, he pulled out and simultaneously released her from his string hold. Not expecting the sudden release, she fumbled away from him, landed on a knee and quickly pushed herself upright in dismay. Spinning herself around to face him, flailing her arms in an attempt to uncover her face from her hair; while her black wrap dress clung wide open above her waist for a brief moment. He took in the view of the small, white, sheer triangle caught between her feminine lips, before the cloth gave way and the curtain closed. 

She shook her head at him in silent anger. She then preceded to awkwardly bend her legs at the knees, reaching behind herself with both hands to release the tightly wedged fabric. She stretched her fingers under her dress, unhooked herself and stretched her panties down into their proper place around, rather than between, her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered as she released an audible sigh of relief and then immediately moved onto cursing under her breath. 

Rubbing her throbbing cheeks with one hand, she reached for her purse with the other. Upon straightening out fully she swung and smacked him with her purse across his chest.

"Damm you! Jerk; you do all this on purpose!" she turned to him with flaming eyes. 

"All for your own good. All for your own good, Princess" he watched her full bottom sway right and left, undeniably defined by her pantie lines, as she hustled to the door.

"Enjoy the parade and long game...on those old hardwood bleachers! Oh and watch for splinters" he called after her.  She heard him and in utter frustration slammed the door behind her.

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