As soon as she faced the corner, the girl could hear the clock starting tickling again. The weird stazis which covered the house ended. Some time passed and Brandy's family members started to wake up. Of course, anyone who looked into the living room would first notice the girl in time-out and her extremely sore, brusied bare bottom.

Brandy's mom woke up one of teh first, walked down and saw it. She gasped in shock, but before the woman could do anything, Mrs. Clause steped forward. Using some hypnosis, she explained, that she's the freelance nanny who offers her service for free, that Brandy is bad and spoiled and need lots of attention, discipline and strict punishments. Very soon this conversation in whispers ended with "You're hired!" exclamation.

The other family members were waking up, getting introduiuced to Mrs. Claus and gasped, giggled or clinked disapprovingly at the sight of Brandy in the corner. It all took a rather long time...

Brandy just stood crying, blushing in shame and fully realizing that her wishes were about to come true. She was about to fully get the punishments she deserved. She would be treated like the very very bad girl sh was and had not been truly punished for except on her birthdays when everyone thrashed her. Only now, she was going to get thrashed all day, every day.

After more then an hour of preperations, talks and Christmas greetings, an hour which Brandy had spent bottomless in the corner, her mother cleared her throat and called in an unusually stern voice. "Come here, Brandy!" She was sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room; Mrs. Claus was standing behind the woman's shoulder, and all the guests and realtives gathered in the room as well.

Brandy turned around, and walked to stand in front of her mother and aunts and others softly sniffling. "Yes Mommy?"

"You had been a very-very bad girl for years. I was way too kind and soft to you. From now on you will be treated as a bad girl deserves. First, I am hiring a babysitter for you. This is Mrs. Clause, and you should obey her completely; she also has a full authority to punish you any way she'll find appropirate. Secondly, from now on any disobedience, bad behaviour and brattyness from you would meet immediate consecuences. I already talked to your aunts, cousines and other our guests, and I will make sure to inform all the neighbours, your friends' mothers and your teachers that the only way to deal with a bad girl like you is a good sound spanking. Do you have anything to say?" Brandy's mom lectured very sternly, frowning and patting her palm with a new heavy belt, which teh girl alraedy tasted today.

"Yes mommy, I understand. I am sorry that I have been a bad girl,, and should have been properly punished for it a long, long, long time ago mommy! Please make sure I learn my lessons and that everyone knows to never show me any leniency." Brandy kept her eyes lowered in submission and respect as she spoke.

Her mother nodded. "No leniency for you from now on, bad girl. This year we'll start a different life." she got up. "Now lie on the sofa on your back and grab your legs under your ankles. Breaking the position would mean penalty. I want you to say "I'm sorry, mommy" after each stroke. Forgetting to do so means penalty." Brandy's family whispered, nodded with approval and giggled on teh background.

"Yes mommy." The girl answered quietly as she lay on her back over the arm of the couch, reaching to grab her ankles and pull them as near to her head as she could.

She was now completely exposed to the crowed of her close and distant relatives and family friends of both genders and various ages. Her mother folded the belt in two and delivered the first swift stroke on Brandy's already very sore and badly hurt bottom.

Brandy howled loudly in pain as the belt lashed across her burning rear cheeks with an echoing THWAP of leather on skin. "OWWWWW! One! I'm sorry, mommy!"