Lil Princess and I went to the mall today. She wanted a picture with Santa Claus and to give him her wish list. Also, she said he needed to hear her side regarding a couple of "naughty incidents."
We were disappointed but not surprised that there was an hour-long line to see Santa.
"Princess, do you want to come back later when the line is shorter?"
"No, daddy! I have to see Santa today. I have to make sure I'm not on his naughty list!"
"Okay, sweetheart, we can stay, but you have to be on your best behavior. You know you get fussy and cranky if you have to wait a long time. It wouldn't look good to Santa if he saw you getting a spanking for throwing a tantrum."
"I'll be good, daddy. I promise!" said Princess with an adorable smile while crossing her heart.
Lil Princess tried her best, but she started fidgeting and fussing after only a few minutes in line. I leaned over and whispered, "You promised," and patted her little bottom. That got her to straighten up for a short while, but her perfect behavior was short-lived.
When she started whining and tugging at my coat again, I knelt down to look into her eyes. "Princess," I said, "I think it's time we go home. This will not end well for your little bottom the way things are going. We will come back later."
I expected Lil Princess to be disappointed. What I did not expect was for her to throw a full-on fit.
"That's it, young lady!" I said crossly, and I picked her up to carry her out. "We are leaving now, and you are going over my knee as soon as we get home!"
Our commotion attracted the attention of the parents and children around us. I heard one little boy ask, "Mommy, is that girl gonna get a spankin'?" It also attracted someone working with the mall Santa, a charming older woman dressed up as Mrs. Claus.
"It would be a shame, dearie, if your little girl were to miss her photo with Santa," she said with a smile. "Perhaps the two of you would like to wait in Santa's Workshop. We'll save your place in line. It's quiet there, and you can 'get to the bottom' of any problems in private."
"Why, thank you, Mrs. Claus," I responded. "We will take you up on your offer." I put Lil Princess down, took her by the hand, and followed Mrs. Claus to "Santa's Workshop," a prop building next to Santa's throne.
Santa's Workshop was actually a storage area and break room. It was filled with Christmas props and cleaning supplies. A college-aged couple dressed as elves were eating take-out from the food court. I pushed Lil Princess over to an armless chair, and I sat down.
"Young lady, you will not throw temper tantrums, especially in public. You're not in trouble for being anxious and fidgety, but you are getting your little bottom smacked for acting like a spoiled little brat."
"If I may," interrupted Mrs. Claus, "I have something here that you may find useful." She reached into her purse and pulled out a wooden hairbrush with a large, oval back. It looked old and well used as if it had brushed hair and spanked naughty bottoms for years. "I find it quite useful when I need to paddle a naughty elf over their bulky winter clothing." The female elf stuck out her bottom lip and pantomimed a sad little girl. She enthusiastically rubbed her backside for comedic effect. This made the male elf snort.
"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, "but clothing will not be an issue," and I pulled down Lil Princess's pants and panties and placed her over my knee.
"No, daddy, please!" pleaded Lil Princess. "Mrs. Claus and the elves can see my hiney!"
"I'm sure she's seen a naughty girl's bare bottom before."
"That is very true," said Mrs. Claus, "but none as cute as this one."
"It is a darling little bummy, but right now, it needs to be reddened," I said as I rubbed Lil Princess's sit spots.
This made her squeal, and she anxiously kicked her tiny legs. I don't think it's fair to make a naughty girl wait for her punishment, so I lifted my hand from her behind and began to briskly spank her chubby bottom cheeks with crisp, sharp smacks.
Lil Princess's bottom truly is petite, and my large hand easily covers her tiny tushie. I spanked her bare bottom hard enough to redden her cheeks and cause some tears, but not hard enough to bruise her delicate flesh or make her yell.
Eight stinging swats seemed enough for her to learn her lesson about proper behavior today. After delivering the last spank, I gently squeezed her pink cheeks before righting her clothing and sitting her on my lap. I held her close and hugged her as she quietly sniffled and cried into my chest.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, Lil Princess?"
"Yes, daddy," she said. "I'm sorry for being bad and having a fit."
I kissed her on her head. "You're not bad, sweetie, but sometimes your behavior is naughty, and then I have to correct you, but I only do it because I love you so much."
'"I know, daddy. I love you, too." She craned her neck to kiss me on my cheek, and I held her tighter.
"We're going to sit here quietly until Mrs. Claus tells us it's our turn. Do you understand me, Princess?"
"Yes, daddy. I'll be good," and she crossed her heart again.
Mrs. Claus came for us twenty minutes later and led us to Santa's Throne. Lil Princess practically jumped into Santa's lap, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ho, ho, ho! You're the little girl who went to Santa's Workshop!"
"Yes, Santa," she said sheepishly, and one hand went unconsciously to her behind.
Santa lowered his voice, "Your backside didn't meet Mrs. Claus's hairbrush, did it?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Good," laughed Santa. "The elves tell me that thing really stings!"
I interrupted. "I think Lil Princess wants to tell you about a certain incident regarding her crayons."
"Oh, yes, the 'crayon incident,'" Santa said with a conspiratorial wink towards me and eyed my little girl with mock sternness.
"Well, you see, Santa," Lil Princess started, "it's like this . . ."
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Lil Princess and I went to the mall today. She wanted a picture with Santa Claus and to give him her wish list. Also, she said he needed to hear her side regarding a couple of "naughty incidents."
We were disappointed but not surprised that there was an hour-long line to see Santa.
"Princess, do you want to come back later when the line is shorter?"
"No, daddy! I have to see Santa today. I have to make sure I'm not on his naughty list!"
"Okay, sweetheart, we can stay, but you have to be on your best behavior. You know you get fussy and cranky if you have to wait a long time. It wouldn't look good to Santa if he saw you getting a spanking for throwing a tantrum."
"I'll be good, daddy. I promise!" said Princess with an adorable smile while crossing her heart.
Lil Princess tried her best, but she started fidgeting and fussing after only a few minutes in line. I leaned over and whispered, "You promised," and patted her little bottom. That got her to straighten up for a short while, but her perfect behavior was short-lived.
When she started whining and tugging at my coat again, I knelt down to look into her eyes. "Princess," I said, "I think it's time we go home. This will not end well for your little bottom the way things are going. We will come back later."
I expected Lil Princess to be disappointed. What I did not expect was for her to throw a full-on fit.
"That's it, young lady!" I said crossly, and I picked her up to carry her out. "We are leaving now, and you are going over my knee as soon as we get home!"
Our commotion attracted the attention of the parents and children around us. I heard one little boy ask, "Mommy, is that girl gonna get a spankin'?" It also attracted someone working with the mall Santa, a charming older woman dressed up as Mrs. Claus.
"It would be a shame, dearie, if your little girl were to miss her photo with Santa," she said with a smile. "Perhaps the two of you would like to wait in Santa's Workshop. We'll save your place in line. It's quiet there, and you can 'get to the bottom' of any problems in private."
"Why, thank you, Mrs. Claus," I responded. "We will take you up on your offer." I put Lil Princess down, took her by the hand, and followed Mrs. Claus to "Santa's Workshop," a prop building next to Santa's throne.
Santa's Workshop was actually a storage area and break room. It was filled with Christmas props and cleaning supplies. A college-aged couple dressed as elves were eating take-out from the food court. I pushed Lil Princess over to an armless chair, and I sat down.
"Young lady, you will not throw temper tantrums, especially in public. You're not in trouble for being anxious and fidgety, but you are getting your little bottom smacked for acting like a spoiled little brat."
"If I may," interrupted Mrs. Claus, "I have something here that you may find useful." She reached into her purse and pulled out a wooden hairbrush with a large, oval back. It looked old and well used as if it had brushed hair and spanked naughty bottoms for years. "I find it quite useful when I need to paddle a naughty elf over their bulky winter clothing." The female elf stuck out her bottom lip and pantomimed a sad little girl. She enthusiastically rubbed her backside for comedic effect. This made the male elf snort.
"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, "but clothing will not be an issue," and I pulled down Lil Princess's pants and panties and placed her over my knee.
"No, daddy, please!" pleaded Lil Princess. "Mrs. Claus and the elves can see my hiney!"
"I'm sure she's seen a naughty girl's bare bottom before."
"That is very true," said Mrs. Claus, "but none as cute as this one."
"It is a darling little bummy, but right now, it needs to be reddened," I said as I rubbed Lil Princess's sit spots.
This made her squeal, and she anxiously kicked her tiny legs. I don't think it's fair to make a naughty girl wait for her punishment, so I lifted my hand from her behind and began to briskly spank her chubby bottom cheeks with crisp, sharp smacks.
Lil Princess's bottom truly is petite, and my large hand easily covers her tiny tushie. I spanked her bare bottom hard enough to redden her cheeks and cause some tears, but not hard enough to bruise her delicate flesh or make her yell.
Eight stinging swats seemed enough for her to learn her lesson about proper behavior today. After delivering the last spank, I gently squeezed her pink cheeks before righting her clothing and sitting her on my lap. I held her close and hugged her as she quietly sniffled and cried into my chest.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, Lil Princess?"
"Yes, daddy," she said. "I'm sorry for being bad and having a fit."
I kissed her on her head. "You're not bad, sweetie, but sometimes your behavior is naughty, and then I have to correct you, but I only do it because I love you so much."
'"I know, daddy. I love you, too." She craned her neck to kiss me on my cheek, and I held her tighter.
"We're going to sit here quietly until Mrs. Claus tells us it's our turn. Do you understand me, Princess?"
"Yes, daddy. I'll be good," and she crossed her heart again.
Mrs. Claus came for us twenty minutes later and led us to Santa's Throne. Lil Princess practically jumped into Santa's lap, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ho, ho, ho! You're the little girl who went to Santa's Workshop!"
"Yes, Santa," she said sheepishly, and one hand went unconsciously to her behind.
Santa lowered his voice, "Your backside didn't meet Mrs. Claus's hairbrush, did it?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Good," laughed Santa. "The elves tell me that thing really stings!"
I interrupted. "I think Lil Princess wants to tell you about a certain incident regarding her crayons."
"Oh, yes, the 'crayon incident,'" Santa said with a conspiratorial wink towards me and eyed my little girl with mock sternness.
"Well, you see, Santa," Lil Princess started, "it's like this . . ."