Deep in the Naughty List (for milf)
 

"Oh my!" Santa Claus gasped, seeing a bunch of letters delivered to him among other mail. The goodold man even adjusted his glasses on his red nose to make sure he was reading them correctly.

"What happened, darling?" his wife asked, coming out of their kitche on the cozy house on the North Pole.

"This girl... Just look at this! Ner mother, her father, her grandams, her aunts and uncles, her cousines, her brother and sister - everyone wrote me a letter to tell what a bad girl she is and how she misbehaved al year long!.. I don't know how I've missed her in my naughty list all these years!.."

Mrs. Claus looked through the letters and frowned.

"That's just horrible!" she garbbed her husband's endless list with "NAUGHTY" on top of it and wrote the girl's name above all the others. "She deserves to be here! And deserves something more tehn just a coil in her stocking! I know you're busy with millions of other kids, darling, so let me take care of her by myself..."

"Well, sweetheart, if you're feeling like doing so..." Santa smiled and kissed his wife.

***

A bit later, on Christmas Eve...

Sixteen year old Brandy White was lying in her bed hoping that her plan would work. She had worked hard all year long to get her mother, aunts, teachers, friends, and their moms to send letters to Santa saying she was a very, very bad girl, and had misbehaved awfully for a long time. It had taken bribes, gifts, and lots of work to do so. She had heard stories about bad girls getting put on the Naughty List, and getting coal and switches in their stockings, and then getting spanked for being so bad... The 4 foot 5 inch tall brunette made sure her long hair was tightly braided and hoped to prove the stories were true in the morning.... She then laid her head on the pillow and closed her brown eyes...

In the Chrsitmas morning the living room, there the Christmas tree was placed in the Whites' house, looked rather unusual. The stocking with Brandy's name on it was virtually overfilled with coil. Even more so, there werea few more stockings attached to it, one filled with the scary looking switches, another had a massive hairbrush, a long leather belt stuck out from another one... And under the tree there was a pile of gifts with Brandy's name on teh acrd on top of it. There was something wide, paddle-like, and a bunch of long canes, warpped in the bright colorful paper, and some more presents... On the table, there the cookies and milk for Santa were waiting, now there was a plate with a big bar of soap and a bunch of thick ginger roots along with a big bottle with "CASTORE OIL" written on it.

It seemed like no one had woke up yet...

Brandy woke up, stretched yawning, climbed out of bed, and as was custom in her family on Christmas, and birthday morning, didnt bother putting on regular clothing til after breakfast... Since on her birthdays, all the women of the family would be waiting downstairs to spank her bare bottom good and hard (pretty much the only spankings she got unless she was truly demonic), and on Christmas, no one was going to go out until after the presents anyway. So she straightened her long T shirt over her panties, and bounced downstairs to see if she had earned a sore bottom from her mom and aunts from the Naughty List.

One she got downstairs, she looked around to see who was present around the tree and fireplace, where she did see a LOT of stockings not just one, and a large pile of presents... And they did not look like the usual ones...

At this moment someone cleared her throat behind Brandy's back, despite that the room seemed empty a few moments ago. That was Mrs. Claus, a tall, a bit chubby buxom elder lady with silver hair in a bum, wearing a red dress, stripped stockings and rather domestic crimson sippers. She looked very displeased.

"Now, now, now. Is it Brandy, the infamous bad girl, who makes her family and neighbours weep?" the elderly woman asked sternly.

Brandy jumped and turns around. Seeing who it is, she lowered her head with a shameful look. "Yes Mrs. Clause, I am Brandy."

"You know what the bad girls get, don't you?" Mrs. Claus asked, walking by Brady and reaching to her stocking for the bunch of a scary looking birches.

Brandy nodded slowly. "Bad girls get a whipping Mrs. Clause." She trembled some, she had not expected Mrs. Clause herself to actually come and spank her. She had thought that she would get a whipping from her mother, all four of her aunts, all 6 of her friends mothers, and the 4 teachers at school over the next year,... But this was looking like she would be getting a LOT more than just 1 whipping from those ladies... If Mrs. Clause herself thought it was worth her time to come and whip her herself, then just a single whipping from everyone would only be the beginning. Brandy whimpered.

"Then don't waste my time! Pul down your undies and on the floor, Brandy, on all fours! Keep you naughty misbehaving tushie high and your head low. Don't make me repeat, you bad, bad girl!" Mrs. Claus ordered very strictly, patting her palm with the birches.

Brandy quickly lifted her T shirt, and pulled her panties to her knees, dropping to all fours. The teen then spread her legs very wide, and lowered her upper body until her tiny breasts were pressed to the wooden floor. She wondered where her mother and aunts were, and then looked at the clock seeing it stopped at five thirty am.... She realized Mrs. Clause was using her Christmas magic to hold time until she had given her a proper whipping. That scared her a little, but also made her proud that Mrs. Clause thought her punishment was that important. If Mrs. Clause thought so, then maybe, just maybe, everyone else would too. She would finally get treated the way she deserved.