Visions of paddles danced through my head

T'was the night before Christmas:  The Stockings were boxed for Miss Jenn with care, in hopes that she would soon be there.  I was nestled all snug in my bed as visions of paddles danced thru my head.  When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter when, what to my wondering eyes should appear but Miss Jenn in high heels.  She pulled down the sash and I was over her knee in a flash. The Hairbrush was swung with great force as I was Leg Locked by her with no choice, tears welled up on my face as she really put me in my place. She whistled. and shouted, and called me by name, and threatened if I did not behave to do it all over again! Merry Christmas. 

Thank you so much to the person who wrote this spanking poem for me. Sadly I didn't get it until now. It's extremely hard for me to keep up with all the comments on my social media accounts, messages via social media, comments on my blog, etc. If I checked my social media accounts daily...well let's just say that I'd never have time to actually spank anyone.


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