'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Professor...
My 100th post.
Yep, here it is.
This is my 100th blog post! Yay!
To celebrate this blogging milestone, as well as my upcoming bathbrush/leg lock spanking, and the holiday season, I wrote a little something... actually, I wrote it for Professor. This is becoming a bit of a holiday tradition....
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Professor...
She was smiling at him with a look we all know
Yep, here it is.
This is my 100th blog post! Yay!
To celebrate this blogging milestone, as well as my upcoming bathbrush/leg lock spanking, and the holiday season, I wrote a little something... actually, I wrote it for Professor. This is becoming a bit of a holiday tradition....
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Professor...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Naughty's cries could be heard as her panties came down.
"Professor, don't spank me; oh please, I beseech you!"
His Naughty One begged him, though long overdue.
Professor stayed firm, pulled her over his lap,
and raised her short skirt, to give each cheek a slap.
"Now listen Young Lady, soon I think you will find,
just how that brush feels on your naughty behind."
Gasping as she found herself trapped under his leg,
she stammered and stuttered before starting to beg.
"Oh please, can't you see? I know beyond a doubt,
that fantasy I mentioned? I can live without."
"I do see, Naughty One," was all that he said,
nudging her forward, till the floor grazed her head.
He picked up the brush and without further delay,
he started spanking with gusto; whacking away.
"A discipline spanking is what you asked for,
and that's what you'll get till your crying and sore."
He covered her bottom with hard stinging smacks,
then reddened her thighs with a few solid whacks.
She wimpered and squirmed and tried kicking her feet,
the implement kissing where thighs and cheeks meet.
Blood rushing her brain, her face all aflush,
she asked herself why she purchased that brush.
She needed this spanking, so that's what she got,
a bathbrush, a leg lock, her cheeks growing hot.
he paddled her hard, he fulfilled her deep need,
punishing the bottom that lay over his knee.
Gulping at air, her head thick with the pain,
Naughty's cries could be heard as her panties came down.
"Professor, don't spank me; oh please, I beseech you!"
His Naughty One begged him, though long overdue.
Professor stayed firm, pulled her over his lap,
and raised her short skirt, to give each cheek a slap.
"Now listen Young Lady, soon I think you will find,
just how that brush feels on your naughty behind."
Gasping as she found herself trapped under his leg,
she stammered and stuttered before starting to beg.
"Oh please, can't you see? I know beyond a doubt,
that fantasy I mentioned? I can live without."
"I do see, Naughty One," was all that he said,
nudging her forward, till the floor grazed her head.
He picked up the brush and without further delay,
he started spanking with gusto; whacking away.
"A discipline spanking is what you asked for,
and that's what you'll get till your crying and sore."
He covered her bottom with hard stinging smacks,
then reddened her thighs with a few solid whacks.
She wimpered and squirmed and tried kicking her feet,
the implement kissing where thighs and cheeks meet.
Blood rushing her brain, her face all aflush,
she asked herself why she purchased that brush.
She needed this spanking, so that's what she got,
a bathbrush, a leg lock, her cheeks growing hot.
he paddled her hard, he fulfilled her deep need,
punishing the bottom that lay over his knee.
Gulping at air, her head thick with the pain,
a wimper through clenched teeth, she couldn't contain.
And the burning just grew, soon too much to take,
her eyes welled with tears, each nerve ending awake.
Soon her quiet wimpers, gave way to louder cries,
as that hateful wooden bathbrush punished her thighs.
Tears slid down her chin, and pooled on the floor,
her body gave a shake, and she begged him, "No more!"
He held onto her waist, while pummeling both cheeks,
as she silently shook, face wet with tear streaks.
She moved to avoid the smacks, but struggled in vain
'cause that wooden bathbrush, found its mark again.
Then when she could take no more, she finally let go,
the spanking seemed forever; she hurt from head to toe.
At that's when he relented, allowing her to rise,
And the burning just grew, soon too much to take,
her eyes welled with tears, each nerve ending awake.
Soon her quiet wimpers, gave way to louder cries,
as that hateful wooden bathbrush punished her thighs.
Tears slid down her chin, and pooled on the floor,
her body gave a shake, and she begged him, "No more!"
He held onto her waist, while pummeling both cheeks,
as she silently shook, face wet with tear streaks.
She moved to avoid the smacks, but struggled in vain
'cause that wooden bathbrush, found its mark again.
Then when she could take no more, she finally let go,
the spanking seemed forever; she hurt from head to toe.
At that's when he relented, allowing her to rise,
wrapped his arms around her, wiping tears from her eyes.
She was smiling at him with a look we all know
her world now put to rights, and her bottom aglow.
"Merry Christmas Professor," she said and hugged him tight....
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a goodnight!
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a goodnight!