A Rosy Bottom for Christmas #18+, NSFW

Hello, my dear friends!

Depending where you are in the world, please let me wish you a very Merry Christmas Eve or Merry Christmas Day.  I do hope that, if at all possible, your day is spent with those you love.  I am fortunate to be spending this day with Daddy, baking Christmas cookies, and getting up to all kinds of naughty bedroom play (more on that in a bit 😊). 

A few days ago, I faced a terribly painful loss, of which I am not ready to speak of as the situation (at least in my mind) is not yet resolved.  I am hoping for a positive outcome, but as these things usually go, I must be patient and put my faith in the power of love and friendship.  And, if you are reading this… you know my heart is with you both.

In the meantime, Daddy wanted to give me a little something to look forward to on this Eve of Christmas.  Arriving home after only a half day at work, he gave me a great big Daddy bear hug, and whispered into my ear, “I know a certain little girl who has been very naughty this year”…to which I responded, “Who, Daddy?”, smiling my very innocent smile at him.  Taking my bottom cheeks in his hands, and holding me near, he said, “you, my naughty little Christmas elf”.

And so, it was off to the bedroom for a fun (and very painful!) session with the spanking dice.  If you are a spanko, and have a variety of implements, you simply must have these spanking dice.  Ours came from Cane-Iac. 

As luck would have it, Daddy and I consistently rolled high numbers during this session.  The highest number you can roll on the dice is 30. 

To start, I rolled a 27, OTK, with his hand.  I felt fortunate to have this as a warm-up, especially given what he rolled next.

30, bent over the chair, with his belt.  OMG!  How did that happen?

Daddy just grinned. 

So, over the chair I went, bare bottom presented for his belt.

And he did not go easy on me, folks!  These were 30, moderate to hard strokes, all delivered to my bare seat and tops of my thighs.  I was almost in tears by the time he finished (which was his intent…he knew I needed to release some pent-up emotion). 

My turn to roll again. 

26, bent over the table, with the flogger.

This wasn’t so bad.  A few times, the flogger wrapped around my body and stung my hips pretty good, but all in all, the flogger isn’t too terribly painful. 

Daddy’s turn.

24.

Bent over the chair.

With the tawse.

This brought on the tears.  Daddy did not go easy on me.  He was after tears and he relentlessly sought them out.  Stroke after stroke, I called out the number (he requests the number, plus “Sir”…so “One, Sir”) as the tears rolled down my face.  The last two strokes were delivered to the tops of my thighs, eliciting shrieks from this girl. 

Daddy announced that we would play one more round.

My turn to roll… 25, acrylic paddle, holding ankles.  I cannot catch a break today!

Over I went, holding my ankles, bare bottom poised and ready for Daddy’s attention.  Thankfully, he chose our smaller acrylic paddle, and not the larger one that smacks both cheeks at once.  All 25 of these strokes were delivered to my sit spot. 

Through my tears, I watched as Daddy rolled the dice for the final play.

14.

On the bed.

With the cane.

Again, Daddy showed me mercy and chose the thinner, lighter cane, rather than the heavier model. 

14 times the cane rose and fell on my bare behind.  14 times I managed to call out the number through my tears. 

(an image of a random, naughty girl… Daddy does not allow me to post pictures of myself here)

After, Daddy kissed me on the small of my back, as he always does before taking a picture.

Through my tears I smiled as I gazed upon his picture.

Daddy had given his naughty girl a very rosy bottom for Christmas.

And after…he gave me a very satisfying orgasm, but that’s another story.

Merry Christmas, my friends!

XOXO,

Nora