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Christmas Spanking Story Competition — entry 2 by Michael!
Michaelís Christmas Story ñ Pt. 1
ëTwas the week before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.† But Mrs. Santa Claus was reading the riot act.
In fact, it wasnít Mrs. Santa Claus; it wasnít a twinkling eyed old lady for the old Santa Claus cottage industry had modernized to take account of the growth of population and the related modern developments.
Nowadays it really is a big business with proper professional management, though at the same time, retaining the magic of Christmas.
The chief executive (Mrs. Santa Claus) was, in fact Ms. Elke Clausson, an MBA graduate of the Trondheim ÿkonomiske H¯gskole, the leading business school Arctic Industries.
The Christmas enterprise had moved to northern Norway from the North Pole some years earlier in order to be closer to the main centers of production and the leading Christmas elf and fairy training schools.
Miss Clausson had taken over as CEO only in July following the resignation in disgrace of the prior incumbent, a Mr. Skole-Trusersson.† She had been faced with a major task of restructuring and reorganization following years of neglect of the operation.
A major task had been the elf organization.† Mr. Skole-Trusersson had unfortunately neglected this completely and the result was that the elves had become thoroughly indiscipline.† Instead of attending properly to their work, they had taken to sitting around playing video games, browsing on the internet, drinking in the local bars.
As well as neglecting their work, many of the elves had fallen into thoroughly bad patterns of behavior and when Miss Clausson arrived she found that the Christmas fairies had taken to wearing trousers to work because most of the elves found it amusing to creep up behind the fairies and flip their skirts up and even try to pull their knickers down.
Miss Clausson very quickly made a start to whipping the operation into shape ñ literally!† She began with a regime of ìsauna, snow and birch.î† This was the old traditional procedure for bad elves at the Christmas Company.† First a sauna, to ìopen the poresî and then a few minutes sitting in the snow to make the thighs and bottom good and sensitive, and then a good sound birching.
Now, Miss Clausson was a great respecter of tradition but she was also very aware of the need for modernization of traditional practices.† She quickly realized that due to the combination of a very large number of elves and the extremely bad behavior of so many of them, there was a risk of deforestation.
As a result, she placed an order for a range of tawses from the premier manufacturer in Scotland (MC Customs, successors to Messrs. Johan Dick of Lochgelly.)† She ordered a range of Medium, Heavy and X‑H in the two and three tail versions and she also ordered a number of compact versions that she could keep in her handbag or her apron pocket.
This solved the problem of deforestation and also made it possible for instant retribution as there was no longer any need for the time to make a birch when punishment was needed.† She also quickly recognized that the traditional thick woolen tights and underpants that were part of the old elf uniform meant that it took up too much time in preparation when an elf had earned a smacking on the bare bottom.
Her MBA stood her in good stead as she solved this problem.† She introduced the old Scottish method of instant strapping on the hands, and reinforced this by eliminating the thick tights and putting the elves back into short trousers.† This meant that a hard smacking round the tops of the legs could be given on the spot with no delay.
The woolen underpants soon followed the thick tights into oblivion and were replaced by thin nylon knickers which provided little protection when an elf earned a bottom warming.† And for those recalcitrant elves who persisted in the ridiculous ìgameî of skirt flipping and knicker pulling, well they found themselves bare from waist down ñ no tights, underpants or even knickers.
And the final element of the solution to the elf problem (many elves but only one Miss Clausson) she solved by instituting a ìmonitor systemî among the Christmas fairies.† She designated the senior fairies as Monitors and provided them with a large and a small strap and the authorization to punish the elves.
Of course, for particularly bad behavior, an elf would make the lonely trek to Miss Claussonís office to be dealt with by her.† In fact, it wasnít such a ìlonely trekî as each evening after supper would see a line of tearful elves lined up outside her office.† And of course, a procession of howling and bawling elves coming out of her office.† The fairies used to joke that when Rudolf would retire, then Santa would be able to guide his sleigh by putting one of the red bottomed elves at the front.
And that, of course brings us to Santa himself.† Contrary to common belief, Santa is not the head of the Christmas Corporation ñ that is the CEO, Miss Clausson.† ìSantaî is just a middle management functionary, although in many ways, the public face of the operation.
ìSantaî was new in the job since mid October and it was his first job out of university.† He had graduated with a degree in Sociology from Universitetet for milj¯- og biovitenskap in Aas.† His name was Michael Ta-Truser-Nedsson, and one may judge his quality from the fact that when asked why he chose that university in that place (Aas) his answer was ìI like looking at girlsí bottoms.î
Miss Clausson was increasingly concerned about Michaelís work ethic and general approach.† He showed a tendency to associate with the least well behaved elves and Miss Clausson was beginning to suspect that he got involved in the same kind of nonsense that she had begun to root out among the elves.
He always seemed to be there, looking up, when the fairies were doing their flying practices and once or twice Miss Clausson was almost sure that he was trying to see up her skirt.† But she had been patient and given him the benefit of the doubt.
As we said at the beginning ìit was the week before Christmasî and as a new Santa, Michael was to go out on a test run with the sleigh and reindeer.† It was necessary to familiarize himself with the basics of the route to be followed and practice roof landings, and chimney descents, and very importantly to ensure that the Christmas Magic was being effectively used so that the occupants of the houses would not see Santa or be aware of his visit.
As we also said, Miss Clausson was reading the riot act.† In fact, she was quietly fuming as she waited Michaelís return.† She had a thick bundle of pink message slips that had come in throughout the night.† They were complaints called in by householders.† Michael seemingly had not mastered the Christmas invisibility magic, and there were many calls from ladies who had encountered ìSantaî peeking through a bedroom or bathroom window.
Eventually the sleigh appeared, travelling far too fast and making a sudden final turn that knocked the chimney off the house.† Miss Clausson opened her desk drawer and took out the ìbig strapî ñ the three tail ìreformatoryî model and grimly set off to the sleigh garage.
When she got there she was faced with an unsteady Michael, clearly full of an excess of Christmas Spirit (not to mention Christmas wine and beer) and he was clumsily hauling a big sack off the back of the sleigh.
Miss Clausson was taken aback as the ìtest runî does not involve delivery of gifts or even involve taking a sack.† She demanded to know what it was and was spun a tale about ìOh just things that were lying around that I thought I better tidy up.î† Miss Clausson was extremely angry by this stage and boxed his ears soundly and pulled the sack away.
The contents can be summarized in one word — ìknickersî ñ hundreds of pairs.† Michael must have emptied the knicker drawer in every house he visited.
Miss Clausson looked him right in the eye and in the grimmest imaginable tones, she told him:
Ta truser nede akkurat nÂ. Jeg kommer til  klaske deg til du ikke kan sitte ned.
(Christmas colors representing Miss Claussonís festive mood.)
Christmas Spanking Story Competition — entry one by Kevin!
Christmas Crackers
I dropped the two tablets into the glass and watched as it started to fizz.
What a night that had been. The office party had really gone with a swing.
And here I was, still head of sales and still struggling to keep up with Miss Svensonís constant demands for better sales figures and new clients.
I had managed pretty well since the first ìmotivational trainingî 14 months ago and† I had been having monthly ìmotivationalsî on a regular basis.
But in the last quarter the sales had dropped considerably and I had been denied my place over Miss Svensonís spanking horse for the last two months runningÖ.and boy was I was missing it.
I sat day-dreaming that Miss S would call me up to the punishment room just once before we closed down for Christmas. That she would pick up her cane andÖ..
The phone interrupted my fantasy, I wearily (and warily) picked it up.
ìHello, sales department, how may I help you?î
ìHello Kevin, itís Miss Svenson, I need to see you in my office after work todayî
I perked up instantly, ìReally ! Is it that time of the month again?î
ìDonít get too excited Kevin, you are not being invited for a cosy little spanking session. In fact I have many things that I wish to discuss with youî
ìOh† o.k† boss.Ö.Iíll be there around quarter past six thenî
ìYes and donít be late, I have much to sayî
ìYes boss, Iíll be on timeî
I put the phone down and contemplated the glass of fizzing water in front of me.
Looking up at the clock I could see that it was just after 9.30Ö..so about 8 and a half hours until I got my bollocking from Miss S.
Miss S always said ìI have many things that I wish to discuss with youî when you were in for a bollocking.
And she always liked to give you LOADS of time to think about it beforehand.
Oh crap ! Thatís just what I needed to round the day off.
6.15 arrived and I stood opposite Miss Svenson as she administered said bollocking.
As the words came thick and fast ìlazyî, ìunmotivatedî, ìneed a kick up the bumî, ìcouldnít† organise a SmorgasbordÖî (?) Ö..I idly wondered what the Norwegian word for bollocking wasÖ.and quickly decided that I didnít really need to know.
ìSo what is going on Kevin ! The first four quarters since I took over and started your motivational training were excellent ñ increased sales and a deluge of new clients.
But this last quarter we have lost ground in ways I didnít think were possibleî
Itís Christmas in a week and I am going to spend my entire holiday wondering wether I will be returning to a race course or a greyhound !î
I loved the way Miss Svenson got her English metaphors mixed up but I decided that now was not the best time to laughÖbecause she looked furious. Iíd never seen her so angry before and it was incredibly sexyÖbut I thought it was perhaps not the best time to mention that either.
Beads of sweat were now forming on my forehead ñ despite it being Christmas week the weather had been incredibly warm and Miss Svensonís office was very humid.
ìI think we need to instigate plan B of the motivational training donít you?î
As I hadnít even known there was a Plan B I shrugged my shoulders and said ìwhatever you say bossî
ìIs that your response ?! Shrugging your shoulders and saying whatever !?î
ìErÖsorry Boss, if you thinkÖ.î
ìsilence Kevinî it was said quietly but it worked a treat as I shut up instantly.
ìIt is Saturday tomorrow and I am going to give you an address where you will be dealt with in ways that I cannot deal with you here ñ you will report there at 11:30 am, and donít you dare be late !î
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So the next morning found me standing outside a non-descript blue door in a high rise block of flats near to Kilburn tubeÖ I knocked gently on the door and it swung open.
ìHello Kevin !î beamed Anemarja ìlong time no see, how are you!?î
She stood there in a leather cat suit holding a fearsome looking cane in her right hand.
I was dumbstruck. Anemarja, long time protÈgÈ of Miss Svenson, had been sacked five months earlier for mis-conduct and everyone had been told that she was back in Norway.
On one of her first solo ìmotivationalî sessions she had beaten one of my colleagues so badly that he had started to bleed quite profusely. And despite his pleas for her to stop she had continued to thrash him with a cane, saying, ìYou must be punished you naughty, naughty boyÖ!î
To hush things up and to avoid legal action, my colleague had been given a large cash sum and we had all been told that Anemarja had been fired and sent home in disgrace.
ìWhat are you doing here Anemarja?î I said nervously ì I thought you were back in NorwayÖ.î
ìDonít be silly Kevin ñ why would I go to Norway when there are so many English bottoms that need my attentionÖ..and guess whoís is next KevinÖî
I had also been instrumental in Anemarjaís dismissal as I had seen my colleague straight after the session had ended, and I had taken photos of his injuries for him to use as evidence.
I hoped Anemarja didnít know thisÖ..
From behind her came the saner voice of Miss Svenson ìCome in Kevin, we havenít got all dayî
As I walked in Miss Svenson looked at her watch ìYouíre 10 minutes late Kevin !î
ìTut tut KevinÖ.not a good start is it?î Said Anemarja with a gleeful look in her eye as she stood flexing her cane.
ìThe tube took ages, we were stuck in a tunnel for about 15 minutesî
ìExcuses, excuses, always there are the excusesÖ..î muttered Miss Svenson.
I stood in front of both of them wondering what was about to happen and not sure that I was going to enjoy it.
ìKevinÖ.î Said Miss Svenson ìYou have become lazy and de-motivated in your work and I intend to get you back on the right train track before it leaves the stationî
ìAnemarja was indeed sacked but is still assisting me to deal with ìhardî cases like yours. People who show a lot of potential but seem to have real difficulty in bringing that potential out and applying it to their workî
ìShe has developed an exceptional caning technique and it would be a pity not to make good use of that in my workî
ìBoth Anemarja and myself will be administering severe canings to you every week from now until your sales figures show a dramatic improvementî
ìIn this way we hope to shock you out of this slump that you have fallen into and get you right back on the train track before the final whistle blowsî
ìIf I do not see a dramatic improvement, well, we will just come to that bridge after we cross itî
Anemarja was preparing the bench as Miss Svenson spoke. I looked over at her. Her face was beaming and she was humming Madonnaís ìHanky Spankyî
She caught me looking at her and said with a huge grin on her face ìnearly ready Kevin, you better get undressed now, thereís a good boy, and I promise you that there are no hidden cameras here KevinÖ.î
I gulped and then I walked over to Miss Svenson, whispering to her ìBoss, are you sure about this? I mean she looks positively manicî
ìOf course Kevin, I have made sure that she has taken her medication today and she is a lot calmer than I have seen her in a long whileî
I looked directly at Miss SvensonÖ.îMedication ! what medication?î
ìOh nothing to worry about Kevin, just some tablets that she needs to take each day in order to keep her on a straight arrowî
I thought about this for a minuteÖ.ìDo you mean on the straight and narrow boss?î
ìThatís what I said isnít it Kevin !, now stop delaying and get undressed like† Anemarja has told you toî
I looked around for somewhere to undress. But it appeared that I was to do so right there in front of the two ladies.
As I stripped off, Anemarja watched me seemingly without blinking. She tapped the cane against the side of her leg and she was wearing her trademark grin.
Miss Svenson wasnít watching at all, instead she was testing the weight of a number of canes that were lined up on a rack on the wall ñ like cues in a snooker club.
I had just finished undressing when Anemarja grabbed my right ear painfully with her hand ñ ìCome along now Kevin, you are taking too much timeî ñ and dragged me by the ear to the spanking bench.
As she strapped me down she chattered non stop ì I love Christmas donít you Kevin? All those coloured lights and decorationsÖall that music and danceÖall those presentsÖ.what are you getting me this year Kevin?Ö..you once promised me a new paddle didnít youÖÖI donít remember you ever giving it to meÖ.thatís naughty KevinÖpromising something like that to a girl and then going back on itÖ..I shall have to really teach you a lesson shanít I Kevin Ö.î
As she grinned I got an uneasy flashback to a Batman film I had seen recently and with it saw the maniacal face of the Joker.
I was getting increasingly nervous as finally the last strap was in place and I was bound by my ankles, wrists and around my waist to the bench.
Then something was put over my lower back ìto protect your kidneys Kevin, health and safety rulesÖbut donít worry† ñ I never miss the buttocksÖ..î said Anemarja.
ìAnd now Kevin, we have a lovely surprise for youÖ..you can come out now!î
I looked up sideways from the bench and saw entering the room ñ my wife !
ìHello darling ñ bet that shook you a bit didnít it?î she said.
I was gob-smacked, I splutteredÖîwhatÖer howÖerÖ.î
ìElsa and I have become close friends ever since I started to notice the stripes on your bottom ñ I know you tried to hide them but thatís not easy to doî
ìSo I wondered what on earth you had been up to until eventually I decided to ask your boss if she could shed some light on the matterî
ìHow longÖ?î I asked nervously.
ìÖhave I known? Oh for about 10 months. I was quite happy for it to carry on because you have been so relaxed since Elsa has been your boss, and you no longer complain about how much you hate your job.
But then three months ago things started to change didnít they? And then I also found out about the young woman you have been seeing, and then I wasnít happy with you anymore Kevin, I wasnít happy at all. So Elsa and I decided to teach you a lesson that you wonít ever forgetî
I gasped ìwhat woman?!î
ìDonít insult me by trying to deny it Kevin !† ñ I have photographic proofî
Anemarja said gleefully ìthose cameras eh Kevin? Get us all into trouble donít they?î
Miss Svensonís voice cut in ìAnd now we also know why you have been under-performing at work KevinÖtoo much over-performing outside of work!î
I looked away and at Anemarja. She was still grinning at me and flexing her cane in her handsÖÖshe looked directly at me and said ìBoy ! are YOU in trouble Kevin !î And shook her head from side to side, tutting as she did so.
ìErÖlook ladies, letís not do anything hasty nowÖ.let me up from here and we can talkî
ìYesî said Miss Svenson ìwe can sit and have a nice long talk afterwards, of course I donít think you will want to be sitting down for that discussion KevinÖ.î
ìSo ladiesî said Miss Svenson ìwhoís first?î
ìFirst!?î I spluttered ìwhat do you mean first?î
ìWell we are all going to punish you Kevin.Your wife because you have been seeing another woman. Me because you have been letting your work slide and Anemarja becauseÖ.well just because she wants to I supposeî
ìNothing personal Kevinî grinned AnemarjaÖîI wonít let the fact that you got me sacked affect what I do to you at allÖî
I started to struggle with the straps on my ankles and wrists and tried to pull myself away from the bench.
After about 5 minutes of this I lay there panting and feeling defeated. I looked around at the ladies and they were all standing there smiling.
ìSo, are you ready now Kevin?î Asked Miss Svenson.
As there was no way I could see of getting out of there I just said quietly ìYes bossî
ìGood, gag please Anemarjaî said Miss Svenson.
ìOhÖcanít we leave that off for a bit Miss, itís so much more fun if we can hear him begging for mercyî pleaded Anemarja
ìGag now please Anemarja, we donít want the neighbours calling the police now do we?î
ìO.K. Miss SvensonÖ.î Anemarja replied reluctantly.
Anemarja roughly pushed a ball gag into my mouth and strapped it behind my head ñ none to gently either.
Then she whispered in my earÖ.îwait till you feel how hard I can cane Kevin, I have been practicing every day because I do this for a living nowÖ..î
ìNow we are going to do our own version of the twelve days of ChristmasÖ.î Said Miss Svenson..and she started to sing.
ìOn the first day of Christmas my true love sent to meÖa Partridge in a Pear Treeî
The first stroke hit my exposed behind with so much force that I struggled to breathe and my eyes literally started to water.
I tried to shout but the gag was far too tight for that.
ìOn the second day of Christmas my true love sent to meÖ.
ìtwo turtle dovesîÖÖ..îwhackî ìWhackî
And a partridge in a Pear treeÖ..îwhackî
You get the picture ñ each verse of that song with the accompanying number of strokes for each part of the verse.
ìFive Golden Rings !î ñ whack, whack, whack, whack, whackÖ
And they took it in turns ñ first verse Miss Svenson, then my missus, then Anemarja, back to† Miss Svenson Ö..etcÖ.etc until they had gone through the entire song.
And on the final verseÖ.îOn the twelfth day of Christmas my true love said to meîÖand all of the ladies in unison chorused ìMerry Christmas Kevin !î
ìWhack!î
ìWhack !î
ìWhack!î
All three of them laid into me at onceÖÖ.
All I can say isÖ.be careful what you wish for.