Patti's Stories

Putting the tree up right after Thanksgiving seemed like a good idea. That was until she placed a long shiny box with green ribbon and a big fat red bow under the tree. It’s the first thing I see in the morning or when I come home from work. I bugged her so many times the first week to open it: she promised to spank me if I asked again.

We received an out-of-state shipment from my parents the first week of December, and as I was placing the gifts under the tree, my fingers may have accidentally touched the ribboned box. Of course, the move didn’t go unnoticed. I jumped when I heard my wife Kalie clearing her throat from the doorway. How does she always know?

Kalie asked if I wanted to accompany her to the mall. Luckily, I had finished my Christmas shopping, so I declined. Besides, I’m tired of holiday crowds. Once she left, I plopped on the sofa, picked up the remote, and started searching. I was thinking of Die Hard. Of course, Kalie and I disagreed on whether it was a Christmas movie. Duh, no question.

Unfortunately, the shiny red bow under the tree distracted my attention. I just briefly put the remote down to get a closer look. On closer inspection, the box had no paper, only ribbon. I placed the long box on the table for a closer look. I inched the ribbon over slightly; it was loose. I could pull it aside, lift the lid, and peek inside, then have it all back underneath the tree without Kalie’s knowledge.

I slide the ribbon down, careful not to add any creases. My pulse races as I place the silky fabric on the coffee table and look at the box. If Kalie were to come home now, I’d be in so much trouble. My bottom tingles and my body shivers involuntarily. As I look at the box, it seems easy to open. I don’t see any tape holding down the edges.

Finally, I reach for the lid, which I lift with a hand on each side. Immediately, A paper-like confetti aimed right toward my face hits me. Little pieces of confetti and ribbon fly all over the coffee table and the carpet-what a mess. I feel like a kid opening a can of exploding snakes.

It takes a few minutes for the shock to turn into a full-on panic as I look around the room at the mess. ‘Oh boy, I am in so much trouble.’ Before I can even think of how to clean the mess, a paper sticking out of the box catches my eye. I pluck it up, shake off the confetti, and unfold the letter.

Dear Naughty girl,

Opening this gift without permission puts you on the naughty list.

Luckily, inside the box you opened is a gift to help deal with naughty girls.

Since Christmas is only weeks away, we will start a Christmas countdown.

A Spanking countdown we will start with a spanking along with today’s Naughty Girls swat with your new gift, and tomorrow, the same minus one swat, and so on until Christmas day.

After reading this letter, text me, take the gift out of the box, and hold it while you await my reply.

Your loving wife

I sat frozen for several minutes. What was happening? I was going to text Kalie, but my hands shook, and I had no idea what to say. I thought, “Wait, a spanking every day? What? What’s today?” I grabbed my phone. It was December 9th. Oh no! I’m in so much trouble.

I removed the tissue paper from the box and saw a leather tawse. In disbelief, I groan, ‘Are you kidding me?’ The leather is soft but looks vicious. I place the ‘Gift’ on my lap and text Kalie.

I sat with the tawse on my lap for almost an hour, waiting for Kalie. I counted the days until Christmas, the number of swats for each day, and the total. I was startled as my phone buzzed with a message. “Naughty Girl, place your gift on the bed, shower quickly, then find your corner. I will be home in ten minutes.”

I jumped up, leaving the confetti mess, and rushed to follow my directions. I was in too much trouble to risk delay. Ten minutes seemed to fly by because I wasn’t in the corner for more than a few minutes before Kalie said, “Drop the towel,” which I did immediately.

“Come here,” Kalie called from where she was seated on the bed. I turned toward Kalie’s voice and slowly approached where she sat on the bed. My eyes lowered, and my arms tried but failed to cover my naked body. Although we have seen each other in every state of undress, naughty nakedness is always embarrassing.

Once I’m directly in front of her, she takes both of my hands in hers. “Eyes up,” Kalie’s voice is stern, and I’m relieved she doesn’t sound mad. Yet still, I look up cautiously. “Moana Renee, Did you have permission to open your Christmas gift early?”

“No, ma’am,”  Oh, no, she used my middle name.

“Well, since you opened your gift, what do you think?” Kalie asked, unable to suppress her mischievous grin entirely.

“I can honestly say I was surprised.” Then added, “Umm, Kalie, Are you going to, you know, um, do the countdown thing?”

“Oh, yes, We are, Naughty Girl. Although, I’m surprised you gave in so early in the month.”

“What?” shocked, “you planned this?”

“Merry Christmas, Naughty Girl. Now over you go!” Dumbfounded, I won’t budge, so she tugs my arm until I’m face down over her lap. “Let me help.” I hear her say right before the first swat touches down, and there are many more to follow. The heat quickly builds as Kalie’s hand lands, playing an almost musical sound on my bottom. Before I’m too frantic, she lifts me.

I awkwardly dance, jump, and rub while she piles pillows at the edge of our bed. Once she is satisfied with their position, Kalie will position me next. I groan as I watch her walk around the bed to retrieve the tawse. Kalie teases the leather strands through her fingers, her enjoyment evident, and then, before I knew it, she was standing behind me.

The soft strands of leather now rubbed along my sore cheeks. “Kalie,” I couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

“Hush, Naughty girl.” Swish, up her arm went, then down came eight leather tentacles, each reaching to deliver a zinger of a sting.

“Ooowie!” I practically jumped up. “Kalie, That hurts!”

“Hmm, yes, that’s the idea. Now get back down before we start from the beginning.”

Kalie wasn’t impressed with my pouty lip, as her stern look implied. So, I lowered myself over the pillows, but this time, my hands grabbed for a fist full of the blanket. It didn’t take long for her to continue; I heard the swish, gritted my teeth, and felt leather on my bare skin. I cried out with the remaining fifteen tortuous lashes of the tawse.

I don’t know how long she has been calling my name, but I know it’s been a while. “Moana, baby, come back, baby girl.” Is what I finally heard, along with the feeling of lotion gently being massaged on my battered cheeks. I climbed into her arms and onto the bed, where we stayed until dinnertime.

We eat in the kitchen, and Kalie lets me put a pillow on my chair. She asks, “So, Naughty Girl, Tell me, Do you like your present?”

“Kalie, I think you bought that present as a treat for yourself.” her mischievous grin returned. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” shaking my head, I add, “You do realize I will have sixteen days of spankings.”

“True, unless Santa brings you more toys, then who knows.”