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Okay, "borrowed" that to post elsewhere so, "borrowed" this to post here. 
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
> > > Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.
> > >
> > > "Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!
> > > I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"
> > >
> > > But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
> > > From many a bad girl with bottom so sore
> > >
> > > As she wriggles and squirms `neath his hand's hearty sting.
> > > But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.
> > >
> > > What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
> > > Is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee
> > >
> > > Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!"
> > > And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,
> > >
> > > And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
> > > Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,
> > >
> > > And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
> > > Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.
> > >
> > > Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack,
> > > The jolly old fellow reached into his sack
> > >
> > > He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.
> > > "Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good."
> > >
> > > He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
> > > How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"
> > >
> > > "Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
> > > But the paddle cracked down without further delay,
> > >
> > > And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
> > > It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.
> > >
> > > Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
> > > For the paddle descended again and again
> > >
> > > Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
> > > And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.
> > >
> > > But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
> > > Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,
> > >
> > > And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
> > > Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.
> > >
> > > Then he exclaimed, "Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved
> > > Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.
> > >
> > > From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
> > > If you're good then I shan't have to spank you again.
> > >
> > > But if you are naughty - remember, my dear,
> > > That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"
> > >
> > > Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
> > > And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.
> > >
> > > So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
> > > With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow
> > >
> > > And a sense that all manner of things were all right.
> > > But she slept facing down on her tummy that night!
> > >
> > > hehehe ~The End~
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