12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016

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by Jenny Plumb


  “Mr. Smith caught me cheating on my math test.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She’d never cheated on a test in her life, so it was a little difficult to put herself in the right mindset, but feeling and acting guilty seemed like the right call.

  “Eyes up, Cora. Tell me why you were cheating.”

  “Um…” In her mind there was no good reason to cheat, so she was at a loss. “I… I guess I didn’t study, and I didn’t want to fail.”

  “You’re a good student. I’m sure you could have gotten a C on the test even if you weren’t prepared. But now, you’re going to get a zero for the test, with no opportunity to retake it.”

  “But—”

  “I’m not finished. We have a zero tolerance policy for cheating, and you were caught red-handed. So now you have two options. You can be suspended for a week, or you can take a paddling.”

  She shook her head no.

  “If you decide to take the suspension, you will not be allowed to make up any missed assignments during that week. If you take the paddling, you’ll be welcome to finish out the school day. No matter which one you choose, your parents will be notified. I’ll be sending a note home for your parent or guardian to sign, and it has to be back in my office before you can return to any of your classes.”

  “But Mr. Carver, I can’t miss a whole week of school. I have two tests tomorrow.”

  “So you’re choosing the paddling?”

  “No,” she whined. “I don’t want a paddling either. Isn’t getting a zero on my math test punishment enough?”

  “No. School policy is very clear on this one. Suspension or paddling.”

  “I… I’ve never been paddled at school. What would happen exactly?”

  He pointed to his desk. “You’ll bend over right here.” He picked up the ruler. “Then you’ll get six licks with this, unless you give me trouble, and then it will be more. For repeat offenders I start with twelve and add more if they give me trouble, so keep that in mind for the future.”

  “Please, Vice Principal Carver, there must be another option. What about detention?”

  He shook his head, and knelt down so they could be eye to eye. “Listen up, Cora. You are an excellent student, and most of the time you’re a very good girl, and you probably think that means I should be lenient with you, but actually I’m going to be harder on you, because I expect more out of you than some of the other students. Today you made a huge mistake, and I’m going to make sure that never happens again. You have two minutes to make a decision. If you can’t, then I’ll be calling your parents, and we’ll make the decision for you.”

  His calm demeanor, stern tone, and caring words, did things to her insides, and she found herself close to actual tears. She took a shaky breath, looked at her lap and mumbled, “I’ll take the paddling.”

  “I think that’s the right choice.” He stood, picked up the ruler, and tapped his index finger onto the desk a few times. “Come here and bend over the desk, Cora.”

  Her stomach flipped over, and she swallowed nervously while staring at the desk. The idea that this potentially very painful punishment was completely unavoidable, and the idea that he had complete control over her fate in this moment, made her knees weak.

  “All right, Cora, that’s three extra swats,” Jay said impatiently. “If you don’t get your bottom out of that chair and over this desk in the next thirty seconds, I’m adding three more.”

  She practically jumped out of the chair, and went to bend over the desk.

  “That’s more like it. Feet shoulder width apart, keep your legs straight, and put your elbows on the table.”

  Once she was in place, she wondered if her short skirt had ridden up enough for him to see a glimpse of panties.

  “Good. Reach back and lift up your skirt for me.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, young lady. Lift up your skirt.”

  “But… that’s indecent! I’ll tell my parents!”

  “Indecent?” he scoffed. “I have no interest in screwing my students. This is strictly for punishment, and paddling you on your underwear is condoned in the school’s corporal punishment guidelines. Your non-compliance just earned you another three swats, you’re up to twelve now.”

  She quickly flipped her skirt up in the back. “That’s not fair!”

  “Fair?” He put one hand on the middle of her back, and held the ruler against the center of her ass. “Is it fair to cheat on a test, and get a good grade that you didn’t earn?”

  “Well… no, but that’s not the same.”

  “You’re right, cheating is much worse. Keep yourself in position unless you’d like even more than you already have coming.”

  She felt the ruler leave her ass, and then it slapped back down right in the center of her butt. “Ah!” she cried out, too startled and nervous to realize that he wasn’t putting much real strength behind his swing. Once she had a chance to actually feel the sting, she calmed down. It hadn’t been a light playful swat, but it wasn’t overly harsh either. It stung, and after twelve of those, she’d be more than ready to be done for the night, but it wouldn’t be hard to stay in place.

  Then she felt the ruler resting on her ass again, just below the spot he’d hit.

  “I want you to count them for me, please.”

  Blushing she said, “One.”

  The next blow landed, and a little grunt of discomfort came out of her. “Two.”

  By the time swat number eight had landed, Jay had covered every bit of her exposed underwear with swats. He let the ruler rest on her right upper thigh directly under the panties.

  Instead of counting out a number, Cora said, “Oh, please. Please not there, Mr. Carver. Please!”

  He tapped it against her thigh. “Yes right here, and then…” He moved it down to mid-thigh. “One right here under your hemline, so everyone in school will know what happens to students who cheat. Count, or I’ll add more.”

  “E-Eight,” she said nervously.

  The ruler landed on bare skin. “Yeowch!” She wiggled in place to try and alleviate the sting. “Nine!”

  A matching slap landed on the upper left thigh just under the panties.

  “Ow, ow, ow!” She stamped her foot once. “I… I think that’s a yellow.”

  Jay set the ruler down on the desk in front of her. “All right, Cora, you’ve taken this punishment quite well so far, and I do believe you’re learning your lesson, so I’m going to use my hand for the last two. Okay?”

  She nodded with relief. “Okay, Mr. Carver. Thank you.”

  His warm hand rested on her right thigh. “I’m still waiting for you to count the last one.”

  “Ten.”

  “Good girl.” He slapped her mid-thigh on the right side.

  “Ow,” she whined, sincerely appreciating the reduction in pain. “Eleven.”

  “Are you ever going to cheat in school again?” he asked sternly.

  “No, Sir! Not ever. I promise I’ll never get sent to your office again, Vice Principal Caver.”

  “I hope not.” He slapped the left side.

  “Ouch! Twelve!”

  He patted her back a couple of times. “Punishment is over, you can stand up.”

  She stood and immediately rubbed at her sore bottom and thighs.

  “You have five minutes to compose yourself, while I write a quick note to your parents.”

  She watched while he jotted down a little message about her cheating and getting paddled. His dedication to the roleplay made her smile.

  He handed her the note. “I want this back in my office first thing tomorrow with a signature. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. Carver.”

  “All right, then get back to class.” He gestured to the door, and she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

  Once she was in the hall, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Clearly the roleplay was over, but going back into the office seemed awkward. Instead she went to their bathroom to
look in the mirror, trying to see the pink handprint he’d put on her thigh just under her skirt.

  A few seconds later, her husband came into the bathroom with her, and they looked at the mark together. He pulled her into a full body hug, and she could feel his arousal against her. “Thank you,” he said, “That was perfect, and I’m very proud of you for using your safeword when it got to be too much.”

  She pulled his head down so their lips could meet. After a short but needy kiss, she whispered, “Wanna have sex while I’m still wearing this? Because I think that would be totally hot. Hell, I’d even go back over the desk, and you could—”

  He cut her off with a demanding kiss, and picked her up off her feet to carry her back into their office. A few seconds later she was back over the desk, with her panties pulled down, and her husband’s body pressed against her sore skin while he filled her.

  On Sunday, as they were eating breakfast together, Cora shifted in her seat for the third time. “I’m a little sore today.”

  “Yeah? Is that good or bad?” Jay asked.

  “Good, I think, at least for now. It’s not painful at this point, just a little extra sensitive, which is nice, because it reminds me of what we’ve been doing for the past few days.”

  “Ready to open number seven?”

  “Yes.” She felt her face heat up as she read, “Father/daughter roleplay: note sent home from school for cheating.” They’d talked for quite a while about her wanting to do a father/daughter roleplay, and he knew it was something she really wanted to try. “A continuation of last night’s roleplay?” she asked.

  “Exactly.” He stood up, got a slip of paper out of his jeans pocket, and handed it to her. She glanced at it and recognized it as the note he’d written to her ‘parent’ when he was playing Vice Principal Carver.

  “Tonight, after the Christmas tree is up and decorated, you can change back into your schoolgirl outfit, and bring me this note to sign. Your father isn’t going to be pleased with your behavior, and you’re going to end up over his knee, even if you did already get spanked at school.”

  A little gasp came out of her throat and she whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  He tilted her head up to kiss her. “Yes, and I hope you like tonight as much as I liked last night.”

  “I’m sure I will.”

  “Ready to go find our first Christmas tree?”

  “Yes.” She was anxious to find the perfect tree.

  It was late afternoon by the time the tree was up and decorated. Once it was done, they took some pictures of it, and sat on the couch together to admire their work and sip some hot chocolate. When Cora set her empty cup down, Jay said, “You about ready to get changed?”

  She’d been thinking about this moment off and on all day, and she was ready to try it, but along with that there was a huge amount of nerves. “I guess so.”

  He put a hand on her back and rubbed it. “You guess? Is something wrong?”

  “I really want this one to work, but… won’t it be weird for me to call you… Dad? I mean… you’re my husband. I don’t know if I can do it.”

  He pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s just you and me here, and it’s just for fun. If tonight doesn’t work, we can go over the reasons it didn’t work, and try it again. I’m more than okay with you calling me Dad or Daddy, and if you aren’t having fun you use your safeword. Okay?”

  She nodded, feeling bolstered by his pep talk. “Okay.”

  He patted her hip. “Go change, and then come downstairs with your note and wait for me on the couch. I’m going outside to put a string of Christmas lights on the little tree out front, and when I come back in I’ll be ‘Dad’ coming home from work.”

  “All right.” Cora got up and went up the stairs, letting her husband’s words soothe her nerves.

  Ten minutes later Cora was back on the couch in her schoolgirl outfit fiddling with the corner of the note ‘Mr. Carver’ had given her yesterday. For the next five minutes, waiting for her husband to come in became nerve-wracking.

  Jay came through the front door, and hung up his jacket. “Hi Cora, how was school today?”

  She bit her lip, and stuttered out the words, “Uh… N-Not so good.”

  “What happened?” he asked gently, walking over to sit next to her on the couch.

  “I-I got into some t-trouble.”

  “Okay, what kind of trouble?”

  “I g-got caught c-cheating on a test.”

  “Cheating?” he asked with a frown.

  She handed him the note.

  “Were you cheating, Cora?” he asked before opening it.

  Scowling at her lap, Cora found herself not wanting to admit to it, because she didn’t cheat, and she wouldn’t cheat, but the whole point of this roleplay rested on the assumption that she had cheated. With a wince she whispered, “Yes.”

  “I see.” He opened the letter and scanned it. “You were cheating in math?”

  She looked down at her lap and nodded.

  “Look at me, Cora Ann,” he demanded.

  Her eyes snapped to his.

  “Why were you cheating?”

  “Because I f-forgot to study?”

  “That is not a good enough excuse, little girl. You know better. Cheating is completely unacceptable.”

  Her stomach fluttered pleasantly when he called her ‘little girl’, and the scolding tone was perfect, but the whole cheating thing still felt off. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re going to be sorry.” He grasped her upper arm, stood up, and pulled her up with him. He walked briskly to the kitchen table, turned one of the chairs around, sat down in it, and yanked her down across his lap.

  “Jay,” she whimpered.

  “You do not want to be disrespectful right now, little girl. I’m your father. You don’t call me by my first name.” He gave her a hearty spank over her skirt that made her gasp in surprise. “What do you call me?”

  “D-Dad.” Her face burned with embarrassment, but at the same time, it felt good to finally get that word out.

  “That’s better.” He flipped her skirt up, and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh.

  “No!” She reached back to try and push her skirt back down.

  He made a tsking sound, grasped her wrist and held it at the small of her back. “You can say no all you want, little girl, but you’re still getting spanked.” He flipped her skirt back up, and started spanking.

  “Ow!” she said automatically, but the swat hadn’t actually been that hard. The slaps kept landing at a quick tempo, making her squirm. “But I already got paddled at school!”

  He kept going. “All the more reason for me to spank you too. If you were naughty enough to get spanked at school, then you’d better believe you’re going to get spanked at home.”

  Her entire body shuddered with pleasure. Hearing her husband say those words in that tone while he was spanking her fulfilled her in ways she couldn’t even describe.

  “I am thoroughly ashamed of your behavior. Cheating is wrong, and you know it. I’m glad Mr. Carver paddled you. Maybe the embarrassment of getting paddled by a teacher will ensure something like this never happens again.”

  “Ow!” The stinging swats were building to an unpleasant level, making her legs kick slightly.

  He paused, resting his hand on her pink behind. “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

  “I’m really sorry, Dad.”

  “Is that it?” he asked.

  “I promise I won’t ever cheat again, because I know it’s wrong. I don’t want you to be ashamed of me ever again.”

  “That was a good girl. Thank you.” He rubbed her back and said, “Now I want you to go stand in the corner for five minutes while I write a note to your teacher.”

  When he let go of her wrist, she stood up, pulled her panties into place, and rushed off to the corner.

  Five minutes later he said, �
�Okay, you can come out of the corner. I signed your note, and wrote a note of my own to let your teacher know that I spanked you as well.”

  An embarrassed whine came out of her as she turned to face him.

  He held out the note for her to take. “Why don’t you go on upstairs and change into your pajamas. I think an early bedtime will be good for you tonight.” When she just looked at him with wide eyes, he turned her to the side, gave her a little pat on the butt to encourage movement. “Go on.”

  She rushed up the stairs to put on some pajamas. As she was pulling on her pajama pants, Jay came in and said, “Well, I don’t know about you, but I liked that one a lot.”

  “I liked it too.” She grinned. “But if we do something like that again, I wouldn’t want it to be for cheating. I’d want it to be something that I might actually do.”

  He held out his hand for her. “Good idea. Let’s go make some dinner, take some time to relax and process it, and then we can talk it over.”

  She took his hand and followed him down the stairs.

  Chapter 4

  Monday morning as she was getting ready for work, Cora kept rubbing at her bottom. It had been a little sensitive yesterday, but today it was tender to the touch. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. She had a desk job, which meant she’d be spending a good portion of her day sitting.

  “Sore?” Jay asked, as he came out of the bathroom.

  She pulled her hand away from her ass, and nodded with a pout.

  “Poor baby,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “I think you’ll appreciate today’s activity.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Come on.”

  They walked downstairs together, and she opened drawer number eight. Blushing bright red she stammered out the words, “Watch spanking p-porn together.”

  “If you’re opposed to this one, I’ll totally understand, and we can just watch a movie or something, but I think it would be fun to watch some spanking clips together.”

  Keeping her eyes down, she said quietly, “What if the clips I like best are men spanking men?”

  “Oh…” silence stretched out between them for a few seconds.

 

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