“All I want for Christmas…


…is a good hard spanking!” Christie said aloud to herself and sighed heavily.

Christmas Eve and she should be snuggled up with her ideal man receiving a lovely spanking.  Instead she was working late having promised her boss she would get all the silverware in the small antique shop polished before she left for the night.  If that wasn’t bad enough it was raining heavily and she would have to walk home in it given her car had broken down that morning. She was onto the final cabinet but figured it was still a few hours work and sighing again picked up the closest piece which happened to be an ornate lamp and began to polish.

A flash of blue light streaked out of the lamp followed by wisps of smoke and with a loud clap of thunder a tall, dark haired man stood before her.  He wore black silk billowing pants and little else giving her an expansive view of his bronzed and muscled torso.  Gold curly slippers finished off the minimalist ensemble.

“Thank you, thank you, tiny mortal,” he said in a deep voice and made a bow.  “For freeing me, I grant you wishes three.”

“What?!” Christie said with incredulity.

“You know how it goes, everybody knows how it goes.   You freed me from that cursed lamp so I shall grant you three wishes.”

“Like a genie?”

“I’m a Djinn!” the Djinn growled. “I am not a genie, genies are girls, do I look like a girl?”

Christie looked over six foot of rippling muscle and sinew and shook her head, he most definitely did not look like a girl.

“Of course not,” he continued. “Genie’s bow before me with their puny power.  I can command the wind, the seas, the…”

“…and yet you ended up inside this lamp.”

“Quiet, girl!” he bellowed, and then immediately relented.  “Pissed off the wrong person by accidentally kissing a relative of theirs.  Saint Nick can be a real prick.”

“Hmm, I bet.” Said Christie, thinking on that. “Does that mean you’ve been in there a year?”

“Not sure really, time doesn’t work the same in there as it does out here.  Anyway, come tiny mortal tell me your three wishes, time is wasting and I have much to do.”

Christie rolled her eyes, gave some thought to what she might want and then made her first wish.

“Alright, I want all this silverware polished and sparkling.”

The Djinn rubbed his palms together clapped his hands three times and with a theatrical puff of silver smoke and all the silverware gleamed. Christie could hardly believe her eyes and with mouth agape walked slowly around the shop to take it all in.

“Nice work!” she said and the Djinn bowed once again.

“Your second wish?”

“That it would stop raining…just until I get home you understand. I am not asking you to divert the natural course of the weather indefinitely or anything.”

Now it was the Djinn’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Not leaving anything to chance huh?”


“Right,” and once again the Djinn rubbed his hands together clapped them three times and with blue smoke and the raining slowly stopped, the clouds parted and the stars and moon shone down on the shop.

“Yesss!” cried Christie jumping in the air.

The Djinn smiled at her. “Your final wish?”


“Yes?  You can have anything you desire.  All the riches of the world, a mansion on your own island.  Anything.”

“No, my tastes are somewhat more simplistic than that.  I want to find the man of my dreams, that’s my last wish.”

“Any stipulations?”

“Well, only one really…he must be into spanmbmbmb,” she mumbled out the last word.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that last bit.”

Christie blushed bright red and fidgeted for a bit before raising her head and looking directly at the djinn.

“I said he must be into spanking me.”

“Oh,” the Djinn laughed in surprise, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”  For the last time, he rubbed his palms together and then clapped his hands three times and this time the smoke was black and when it evaporated there was no change in the shop.

“Hey, where is he.”


“You know who, don’t give me that.  Where is the man of my dreams?”

“Do not fret little mortal, your wish has been granted and you will meet him before the clock strikes twelve.”

“Midnight,” Christie screamed at him as she looked at her watch. “It’s eleven o’clock now, that only leaves one hour.  What is this some kind of scam?”

“I do not like your tone.  You got the other wishes granted so why doubt this one?”

“Because I can’t see that this one has been granted.  I think you’ve short changed me.”

“I am not used to being spoken to like this, you should be trembling before me.”

“Fat chance, genie-boy I want to talk to your superior.”

“Oh, so that is how you want to play it, well I have a better idea.”

Before Christie could think another thought the Djinn had swung her over his knee, raised her skirt and began spanking her exposed bottom rather firmly.  His hand rose and fell again and again and Christie didn’t know whether to laugh or cry so she just sort of moaned instead.  Her long held fantasy and desire was finally being fulfilled.  It hurt, she felt embarrassed, humiliated even and yet loved every second of it, she wished it could go on forever.   Each swat was felt keenly and Christie found herself raising her bottom to meet each smack, as if asking for more.

“So, you want someone to spank you, do you? I can see why, you deserve to be spanked,” The Djinn rambled on without letting up on the pace.


“Yes, just asking for it aren’t you,” the Djinn remarked and with a deft flick of his hand ripped her silk panties off and resumed spanking her now bare bottom which was already quite pink.


“Brat!” By now the Djinn was whacking away at her pink tush determined to make it bright red, but the woman seemed to take whatever he dished out.

“Ow, it really hurts you know, can’t you stop now,” asked Christie.


“Oh good, I hoped you’d say that,” Christie laughed in between yelps of pain.

The Djinn grinned whilst he continued his ‘work’, never in his long life had he engaged in something quite as delightful as this.  All those years he had missed out.

“Now, say sorry for calling me genie-boy.”


Holding Christie tight with one arm the Djinn removed one of his slippers and raised it high above her red and sore bottom.

“Say sorry, or I shall make you sorry.”

“No, you are the one who should be apologising.”

“Fine, I will take that as a request to continue. You see this fine slipper?”  He held it in front of Christie’s eyes.


“That will get my apology,” and without further discussion lands the slipper hard across her sit spots.

“Owww, not fair.”

“No, maybe not, but it is fun,” said the Djinn and sets up a staccato with the slipper that had Christie yelping and squirming in record time.  He didn’t let up no matter how much she pleaded and he had a suspicion that she was enjoying it far more than even she realised.

“Please, please…ooh…it hurts, please stop.”

“One little word.”

“Ouch…ahhh, nooo mooore…I can’t take any more.”

“It begins with s.  You can do it.”  The Djinn continuously spanked each cheek back and forth with great vigour.


“There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” said the Djinn with great satisfaction.  He helped Christie to stand and put the slipper back on his foot. Christie just gazed at him breathing hard then threw her arms around his neck.

“Kiss me,” she panted and captured his lips for a hungry kiss which he returned with as much enthusiasm, his hands sliding down her backside to cup and knead her sore bottom.  Christie moaned into the Djinn’s mouth as he pulled her tight against him. In that moment, a strange red and white mist filled the room and a shocked voice rang out.

“What the blazes is going on here?”

The Djinn and Christie sprang apart as if caught doing something forbidden. Christie rubbed her eyes at the sight before her but there was no mistaking it, Santa Claus, good old Saint Nick, stood before them and he would be in no doubt as to whether she was naughty or nice.

“Look Nick, I can explain everything,” started the Djinn only to be cut off abruptly.

“Be quiet!  Just can’t keep your hands or anything else to yourself can you…you don’t even have the excuse of mistletoe this time.” Yelled Saint Nick.  The Djinn glowered at him but kept quiet.

Saint Nick turned to Christie.  “As for you Missy, you shouldn’t be encouraging one such as him.  Looks like you both need a lesson…a time out you, might say.”

Christie blushed and tried to hide behind the Djinn.

“You didn’t learn from the first lesson Djinn, let’s see if you learn from this one.” Santa waved his hands and muttered some words.  Christie felt herself melting or evaporating she wasn’t sure and before she could adjust found herself in a gorgeous carpeted room with large cushions everything.

“Welcome to my pad baby, hope you like it, we could be here a long time,” said the Djinn as he sauntered towards her.

“Are we inside the lamp?”

“Yes, don’t worry I am not completely powerless it has all the mod cons and this curse comes complete with regular trips to the beach so it is not as bad as you might think.  Now, ah, how about we pick up where we left off.”

“Is that all you can think about?”

“Ahh, yeah, it’s hard not to when I know you’ve got no panties on.”

Christie shook her head trying to clear it and glanced at her watch, it read midnight and saw that it had stopped.  She looked at the Djinn and realised her bottom still glowed from the delicious spanking he had delivered, only now other parts of her glowed too.

“You did grant that final wish after all, you are my ideal man.”

The Djinn nodded and smiled.  “That’s why Mrs Claus made sure my lamp ended up in your dingy shop.”

“Dingy?! Why you arrogant, pigheaded, beast!” Cried Christie and picked up the nearest cushion and flung it at him.

“Now now, you know where that sort of behaviour will get you.”

Christie laughed and jumped into his arms.  “Well one can always wish.”


Halloween Hope

The Halloween party was in full swing by the time Jerrod arrived.  Ghosts, pirates, vampires, fairies, witches and the odd Frankenstein danced around with drinks and finger food.  A macabre cocktail party.  He had never been to one of Mara’s Halloween parties which was surprising considering they had been friends since childhood.

Jerrod scanned the crowd hoping to glimpse Kel but she was nowhere to be seen. Kel and he met a couple of weeks ago, by chance when he dropped by Mara’s workplace and since then had seen each other every day.

Kel was something else; long brown hair, smoky grey eyes and though of a similar height to Jerrod she had a presence that made her seem taller somehow.  In a room, she did not go unnoticed.

Jerrod felt two arms slide around his waist as a teasing mouth nipped at his neck.

“Hello lover, what kept you?” Kel whispered softly biting his earlobe.

“I got tied up,” Jerrod responded.

“By anyone I know?”

Jerrod laughed, she said this sort of thing often.  He turned in her arms and captured her mouth with his for a hungry and searing kiss then stood back to appraise her.  Kel looked stunning in a sort of vampiress get-up comprising a black corset, tight leather mini-skirt and thigh high boots.  Jerrod caught his breath; add a whip and she was his fantasy domme come to life.  Shivers coursed through him; he harboured hope.

“You look fantastic!” Jerrod said.

“Thank you.  I see you are Han Solo, what a dashing hero you make.  Pity you didn’t come as Chewbacca I could have lead you around in handcuffs.”

Jerrod figured on being Chewbacca at the next costume party and hoped it was soon.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks, maybe later, but for now…Mara has this place all decked out, come on let’s go have a look around.  She even has a dungeon set up downstairs,” Kel winked at Jerrod as she lead him away.

The dungeon was really a lock up garage that Mara had converted for some extra Halloween atmosphere and for anything else her guests might want.  There was a St Andrews Cross at one end and stocks at another.  Various implements of torture hung from one of the walls, some for show, some for play.  The crossed swords and axes added to the detail and the walls had been painted to look like bricks.  A fake skeleton also hung from chains its mouth ajar as though in agony or perhaps ecstasy one couldn’t quite tell.  Next to the fake skeleton was a hidden door that opened to a small bathroom, it stood ajar and Kel closed it off as she walked past.

Jerrod was amazed at how much work Mara had gone to and they both wandered around the room looking and touching various things.

“She’s gone to a lot of trouble,” Jerrod noted.

“Oh, she always puts on a great Halloween bash,” replied Kel.

“I’ve always been out of town, usually visit with family this time of year, so I’ve never been to one of her parties before.”

“Then we shall have to ensure this is one you won’t soon forget.”

Jerrod was staring at the St Andrews Cross.

“Where did she get this gear from?”

“Oh, borrowed it from a friend I believe.  Fancy a go? A bad boy like you really deserves to be tied to one of these.”

Jerrod couldn’t believe his ears, he went to turn around but Kel was behind him and kept him in place.  She gently marched him forward.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” Kel nipped his earlobe again.  “You try so hard to keep it inside but I see it, all that desire shimmering on the surface. You like it when I take over, don’t you? You find it exciting, it arouses you.”

It wasn’t really a question but Jerrod answered anyway.


“Then here is the perfect opportunity to see what fun we can have.  Give me you left hand.”

Jerrod did as he was told and she secured the arm to the X-frame.

“Now the other.”

Kel took Jerrod’s other arm and secured that also.  She had not secured him tightly just enough for him to feel immobilised but not so he didn’t feel he had lost all control.


“Ah, yes,” Jerrod was unsure but wanted to see where this might lead.

“Well now,” Kel continued, “let’s have a little chat shall we.  I have a bone to pick with you.”

Kel slid her hands down the front of Jerrod’s pants and rubbed his cock which had already begun to swell whilst she tied him up.

“Not that bone, but oh my, you do seem to be enjoying yourself.  However, that is not what I wanted to discuss. Here we are two weeks into a delightful romance and I think it high time we both come clean.  You see, I don’t normally date men like you.”

“What do you mean, men like me?” Jerrod asked confused.

“I mean I don’t date vanilla men.  Do you understand what I mean by that?”

Kel continued to explore him with her hands as she spoke; teasing his nipples, cupping his balls and biting his neck.  He should be worried about someone walking in but at the moment couldn’t care less, surely, she had locked the door.

“Yes, I understand, but there’s something I should tell you.”

“You don’t have to darling, I already know.  Couldn’t believe my luck.”

“How did you…” Jerrod broke off…Mara, damnit he knew he said too much the last time they got drunk together.

“Well Mara and I have been friends for a long time too and there isn’t much we don’t discuss.  But, I digress, as I said I have a bone to pick with you.”

Kel’s hands continued their torturous play and he was as hard as rock though it seemed she wasn’t ready to grant him any satisfaction just yet.

“As I said, here we are two weeks into a delightful romance full of possibilities and what do I find out?  You still have your profile open on Tinder.  Asking you to close any profiles on dating sites obviously was not an explicit enough request.  Perhaps I just don’t speak plainly enough for you? Hmm?”  She pinched his nipples hard and Jerrod gasped out his answer.

“No, it’s not that, I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“That I should keep my options open, in case you weren’t interested in…” Jerrod got out with difficulty and hung his head in shame.

“But I am and do you know what happens now?”

“I’ll close it immediately, now if I can use Mara’s computer.”

Kel laughed and nuzzled his ear. “Of course, you will just as soon as you are free to but for now punishment is in order.”

Jerrod didn’t think he could get any harder but her laughter, warm breath and that word made him feel dizzy with lust.  He felt her hands at his belt and seconds later his pants falling to his feet.  He desperately hoped he wouldn’t disgrace himself and come before she even touched him and God he hoped the door was locked.

Kel pushed Jerrod’s underpants down but they got caught on his erection.  She yanked them freeing him to the cool air and gripped him in her fist to slide slowly up and down his length a few times.  Jerrod gritted his teeth trying to hold himself together. Kel let go of him and raked her nails gently over exposed buttocks and gave them both a hearty slap.

“How lovely to see my handprint there, it is almost like a mark of ownership.  In fact, that is very much how I feel right now.  But that isn’t what we are here for.  This is not a good angle for spanking with my hand, so I think I shall use a paddle instead. Agreed?”


“You’re doing wonderfully and later we shall discuss all this in depth but for now…well let’s get this punishment out of the way.  I’m just going to the opposite side of the room and will be right back…don’t go anywhere.”

Tied to the St Andrews Cross Jerrod could do nothing of the sort and he heard the laughter in her voice at her own joke and smiled to himself. She couldn’t believe her luck?  Neither could he. A moment later he heard her boot heels clicking across the floor toward him.

“Since this is our first time together like this I’ll keep it simple.  A dozen you will receive, no a baker’s dozen since we will be toasting buns.  You will count them out for me.”


Kel delivered the first six, with increasing intensity so the first was with enough sting to get his attention and the last with enough bite for him to realise he had to endure seven more.

“One…two…three…four…five…six…” Jerrod uttered aloud after each one.

“Nicely taken, but remember this is a punishment and I would like you to remember them for at least an hour or two, so are you ready for the next six?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Kel, please give me the last six.”

“Good boy.” Kel dragged Jerrod’s head back by his hair and kissed him ravenously which he returned with as much gusto.

Kel then laid on six of her best at full swing.  She spaced them out so Jerrod could catch his breath after each one and delighted in his groans and moans.

“Seven… ..eight……..nine………ten….ohhh….eleven…..ahhhhh…..twelve.  Thank you, Kel,” Jerrod said stoically trying not to show how much it had hurt or how much he cherished every one.

“Thanking me so soon?  Why, we are not finished.  A baker’s dozen consists of thirteen not twelve,” Kel said softly.  It sounded to Jerrod as though she too was out of breath.  Was it possible she enjoyed this as much as he did?

“Thirteen,” Kel continued, “unlucky for some, but not for us, not tonight.  I’m going to untie you but want you to remain in the same position for this last one.”

“Okay,” Jerrod agreed, it’s only one more after all.

Kel let fly with the last spank and managed to catch him squarely across the tops of his thighs sending a searing pain through the area.  He had thought the other twelve were hard but nothing compared to this last one and yelped in response.

“Get down on your knees now,” Kel ordered.

Jerrod did so without thinking and watched as Kel hiked her skin-tight skirt up to her waist.  She wasn’t wearing any panties and the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and soaked pussy made his mouth water.

“Put your mouth on me.”

And he did, with pleasure.  Her taste overwhelmed his senses and her moans aroused him unbearably as he licked, sucked and caressed her intimate flesh.  She held his head to her as his tongue speared into her, lapping at her wet core.  He felt the fine tremors in her and continued his assault bent on ensuring her pleasure until he heard her cry out in delight and grip him tightly.  His mouth was flooded with her essence and he eagerly drank her in.

Kel moved away from him, her chest heaving and looked down to see his cock as erect as before.  She immediately pushed him onto his back and straddled him on the floor taking his shaft inch by inch into her hot depths.  Finesse be damned, he gripped her hips as she rode him and muscles corded and straining he came with blinding intensity.

Jerrod held Kel tight to him as their breathing returned to normal.  She pushed herself up to lean on his chest and look at his face.

“You alright?” she asked.

“Never better,” Jerrod grinned at her.

“Come on time to get back to the party, besides someone else might want to use this room.”

They used the hidden bathroom to clean up and put their clothes back in order.  Kel kissed Jerrod and smiled.

“Well, they would have got a hell of an earful if they were listening at the door,” Jerrod said continuing the conversation.

“An eyeful you mean, I never locked the door.”

“What?  Then all that time…Oh.”

“Yes, Oh.  Don’t worry if anybody had come in they would just have been jealous at the delicious scene we made.  Now, we have some other business to attend to do we not?  Unless you have changed your mind.  Best to speak up now.”

“No, quite the opposite my beautiful Kel, quite the opposite.”

“Then Happy Halloween, darling Jerro.  Let’s go find Mara.”