Global Warmings: Christmas in England

by Sawyer

This was originally posted under the title "Twas The Spanking Before Christmas" on the MMSA Stories archive on December 8. 1998.

A bloke in England shares this funny twist of an old classic:

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, there was a wee boy on-line, just wanting to browse.

His knickers were flung near his ankles without a care, as he pounded his meat, hoping soon he would cum there.

While he should have been sleeping, snug into his bed, visions of naked chippies were linked by his hand to his head.

When into his room, there arose such a clatter, the horny kid sprang from his desk, to see what was the matter.

And what to his horrified eyes should appear, but a real angry Da', eying an inviting naked rear!

That bum would soon glow with a beating not too rare, as he turned the lad upside down and began with great flair.

More rapid than blood hounds, this Lord's spanks did they came, as his child's bare hind quarters became as hot as a flame!

"On Line! On Porno! On My Bill! And On Christmas!" "Oh dear Father! I'm ever so sorry! Please Stop!" the young heir cried senseless.

Hairless balls did jiggle, as his bottom was slapped silly. He was screaming for mercy, like a big, naked baby.

With tears in his eyes and a bottom colored angry red, the urchin did know, that he still had much more to dread!

Daddy muttered not a word, but continued with his work. Whacking his boy naked, the kid began to buck and to jerk.

Laying and smacking his palm, across the heiny of the preteen, Father told his little child he was doing this not to be mean.

The spanking continued, the child was in great pain. But he knew that if this was school, he'd be getting the cane!

The man was proud of his job, he was doing with his hand. The boy's backside looked sore - it was very well tanned.

Finally Father finished, he dropped the crying boy down stinging, In the morning the little man would not be doing much sitting.

And Daddy exclaimed, as his boy cried with all of his might, "Better hope Father Christmas doesn't bring you any switches tonight!"


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