I have to say, at that precise moment I went weak at the knees
. For me, this was just as exciting as opening presents!
I desperately wanted to be put across my mother’s lap.
Then, suddenly my wish came true.
Mum down on the chair of my homework desk, and pulled me by the waistband of my trousers.
All the time, she tutted and shook her head in mock reproof.
“I can’t believe I’m having to smack your bottom on Christmas Day, young man!
However, if you want to keep all those lovely presents, it seems I have no choice!”
She placed me across her knee.
Joy of joys – I was over my mum’s lap!
I put my hand on her ankle and dropped my head.
I loved being there –
I was deliriously happy.
Mum started to smack.
They were only playful pats,
However, even these caused a slight tingling sensation after a few had found their target.
Meanwhile, I played the well-spanked boy –
I wiggled around and promised to be good.
Then I said to Mum:
“Please make sure you smack me properly, so I can keep my presents.”
“I promise,” Mum replied.
The spanking, such as it was, stopped for a moment, and I heard Mum say: “Hmm…I’m not sure this is going to be enough for you to keep those presents.”
I couldn’t my mother at that moment but from the sound of her voice,
I’m sure she was smiling
. I played my part enthusiastically, the spanked boy over mummy’s knee, pleading for her to let me up – and I was so glad she didn’t.
I suppose Mum could hardly have failed to notice I was enjoying the spanking.
Maybe she was enjoying it too?
In any case, she was about to make my day.
Mum said: “I’m sorry, Bruce, but I have no option but to do this.
Christmas day or no, these are going to have to come down!”
it was the best Christmas present ever! I hung there like a doll and closed my eyes.
Mum strung it out – she smacked slowly and quite gently.
Towards the end, some of the smacks began to sting rather more and Mum finished with a short salvo of quicker smacks that gave me an idea of what a real spanking from her might feel like.
Sadly, like all good things, it came to an end.
As I lay there still, she said:
“Well, I think that should about do it –
what do you think?”
It was so tempting to say ‘no’ but I replied with a promise to behave.
“Well, I certainly hope you do – I won’t hesitate to put you back across my knee if you are naughty, especially after all those promises to be a good boy!”
For good measure, I got a couple more smacks.
They were not hard in any sense, but they added to the warmth in my rear end.
“That should be more than enough for you to keep your presents – they needn’t be returned to the North Pole after all!”
She finished me off with a final sharp smack.
It was quite a good one, and made my jump. I lay still, absorbing the sting.
What a wonderful Christmas morning – I could have lain there all day.
“Up you get, young man!” I reluctantly dismounted. Back on my feet, I was re-dressed and hugged half to death.
“Do you want to stay here colouring, or would you rather come to the kitchen with me and help me prepare lunch?”
Naturally, I chose the kitchen – I wanted to be with my mum.
I had spent a few unforgettable minutes across my mum’s knee on Christmas Day – and the thrill has stayed with me forever.
