The couple was relaxing on the sofa before a crackling fire on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, he reached over and pulled her over his lap.
"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise.
"I'm giving you a birthday spanking," he replied matter-of-factly as he pulled up her nightgown.
"But it's not my Birthday," she protested.
"Well, it may not be YOUR birthday, but it's still a birthday."
She gasped. "You don't mean..."
"That's right. Two thousand and twelve spanks!"
Fortunately, the swats were only moderately firm, but by the time it was over, Santa would have done much better to use her bottom than Rudolph's nose to guide his sleigh. ... There you have it: probably the shortest Christmas spanking story in the library. |