The Christmas Brat: Spanked by Santa

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No matter what he’d tried, though, TK’s attitude hadn’t improved, and finally Carlos had been more than ready to just drag his boyfriend over his knee and work the whole thing out.

And he knew he shouldn’t, he knew Quinn would scold him for it, but it had to be said- “Don’t even pretend I don’t have a picture of you on Santa’s lap at the station, grinning like a maniac. Carlos stared resolutely at the corner, trying to count the bumps in the paint so he wouldn’t just turn around and run to hug his boyfriend. Carlos didn’t think they’d have found their way to this lifestyle without Quinn, but he couldn’t deny that it worked for them. At least you’re not too tall for that,” Buck said over Neal’s grumbling, and he did actually sound forlorn. But he hadn’t been prepared for Buck to be standing in a corner, red butt on display for the room, even though he’d known that Quinn often spanked him too.

Although it probably hadn’t been designed with this in mind the brush would make a mightily effective punishment tool. He tensed in anticipation of the next swat, but it wasn’t any harder than the rest- which was to say, it hurt like hell, but didn’t feel retaliatory at all. That’s why you need to learn how to tame a brat, even when you’re a brat yourself: because your inner brat is the bitch who’s going to do her absolute best to sabotage what might actually be the best relationship you’ve ever been in. It was only a few seconds later that he heard the first sob, and he had to forcibly remind himself to stay put. Perhaps it was just as well the houses were so private it was bad enough to be spanked by Uncle John but so much more humiliating if the people in the neighbouring houses could hear everything that was going on.

He didn’t give Carlos a chance to decide on an answer before he continued, “I think this right here is the part that’s hardest for you. At this time his own sons had flown the nest and so had his wife into the arms of a much younger fellow who according to family gossip was much more fun to be around than Uncle John ever was. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s dissect the real problem: You have set yourself up with a false dilemma. I couldn't let my feelings go with the girls as I like to do imagening myself in the role of the humiliated victim,but when she after a quarter of an hour insisted on pulling the pants fully down to show her bare buttocks and a vague view between,I decided to make myself come in the rest of the time and so I did in a few minutes and not too bad.I rarely got out of bed before midday at the weekends (another thing that upset Mum), but I instinctively knew better than to make a case about it. And he didn’t begrudge Quinn’s place in TK’s life, or in his own, but that didn’t make it any easier for him to stand in the corner and just listen as his boyfriend whined and whimpered. Much of the pain had dissolved by now but I found I could reignite it by gently pressing my fingers into my flesh. Rather than assume that you will become weak and ineffective, you can acknowledge that holding boundaries is a tough but necessary part of parenting. The other false argument in your dilemma is that if you don’t spank your child, you will assuredly raise atrocious children (while also becoming a weak parent).

By really getting your body into it, by owning even the shadowy parts of you you’re ashamed of, you create instant alchemy. He knew TK would have to serve his time in the corner, too, but for this moment he could just hold him. So I bent her over my knee and punished her with a good bare bottom spanking and my bad English skills. There was a reply on the tip of his tongue, but when Quinn brought the hairbrush down on his sit spot, a whimper was all that escaped. But the biggest thing you need to remember is this: part of taming your brat is learning how to OWN your brat.She was also placed in the diaper position by the older man and Her butt was getting spanked hard by a Christmas wrapped paddle. Every time he ended up in this position, he found himself surprised all over again at how much this hurt, and how fast Quinn could spank. Love the way you act like such a good boy, bending over for your spanking, then let your undies sass me without you needing to say a word. He lived alone and there was later some suggestion that if I didn’t buck up my ideas and behave better to Mum I would be made to move in with him so he could keep a very close eye on me.