A visit to a naughty girl

(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore. And Beatrix Potter. And all other authors!)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...
...but, look! A little girl, climbing down from her bed!
With naughty little thoughts running through her blonde head.

Penny crept out of bed as quietly as she could; she knew she would be in terrible trouble if Daddy heard her. All was silent and dark in her room, for it was midnight on the most magical night of the year... Christmas Eve.

She should of course have been sleeping, like all the other girls and boys, but an impulse had gripped her imagination. She wanted to see Santa. So what if it was naughty to want that? She was sure Santa wouldn’t mind when he saw her happy little face.

She slipped her dressing gown on and tiptoed across her bedroom, then across the landing and down the stairs, being as careful and stealthy as a cat.

Cre-eak! went a step under her foot, halfway down the stairs. Oh, stupid step!

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Daddy didn’t emerge from his room. She carried on down the rest of the stairs, being extra-double-careful and stealthy.

Once downstairs she skipped with glee. She was going to see Santa! The real one! With the reindeer and the presents! She was sure he would think her the sweetest girl in the world, and maybe – she guiltily thought to herself – he would give her an extra gift for being so cute. Smiling with such happy thoughts she bounced onto an armchair and curled up to wait for her magical visitor.

*****

Some time later, she was startled by a sudden sound: she realised she must have drifted off to sleep while waiting. The noise was coming from the chimney – it had to be Santa!

Suddenly not so sure of his approval of her being awake, she determined to hide. She looked about herself, fixed upon a spot beneath the dining table, and scooted there as quick as a rabbit.

A few moments later, her curiosity too strong to resist, she peeked out from her shady hiding place. Despite her best efforts to stay silent she gasped in wonder as, sure enough, the portly red figure of Santa emerged from the fireplace, big black boots first.

Her gasp hadn’t been especially loud but it had been enough. Her little heart leapt into her mouth as Santa turned to her hiding place... then paced toward it... then bent down and looked straight at her, a displeased expression on his bearded, saintly face.

“And what, young lady, are you doing out of bed?” he demanded.

Thoroughly discovered, Penny gulped and sheepishly crept out from under the table, her little face glowing as crimson as Santa’s coat.

“I... I wanted to see you...” she whimpered into her chest.

Santa made an ominous harrumphing sound and pulled a roll of parchment from his pocket. “Ah yes,” he said. “Penelope... Hasler. Oh, yes indeed. You know, I don’t think you would have stayed up to see me if you knew what I had in store for you!”

Penny’s tummy sank with an all-too-familiar feeling. The feeling that she got when she was in for a spanking. Yet the sight of Santa’s sack of toys in the corner of her eye gave her one last flicker of hope. She looked up at him with her most appealing, wide-eyed expression. “Is it... a new doll?” she ventured with a timid little smile.

Santa laughed. “Ho ho, no! Oh, that’s a good one!”

Penny frowned in disappointment. And then she wailed as she was grasped firmly by the wrist and dragged across the lounge to the armchair she had sat curled up in not five minutes before.

“It’s not a doll you’re getting, my girl!” Santa boomed. “You have been bad all year long – the number of entries you have on my naughty list bears sad testimony to that – and tonight’s indiscretion is just the icing on the cake!”

And in the blink of a reindeer’s eye poor Penny lay helpless across Santa’s lap, her sky-blue nightdress up round her waist, her childish pink panties down round her knees. And then her little bare bottom bounced and squirmed under Santa’s hard hand as he set about slapping a much-needed lesson into her.

“Naughty girls get spankings!” he scolded, proving his point with emphatic (and painful) zeal. “And you have to be about the naughtiest little girl I’ve ever known!”

“Ooh! Ow! Owch!” Penny squealed, her slippered feet kicking, her blonde mane bucking, her little face a deeply flushed picture of sorrow. “I... I’m sor-ry!”

And she was sorry. Very sorry indeed. Santa spanked very hard, and long before he had finished poor Penny bawled in pain and sorrow, certain she could take no more. She was sorry the entire hour she spent standing in the corner, her little red bottom glowing in the night-time darkness. She was sorry as she lay in bed, sucking her thumb and rubbing the soreness away.

And she was sorry the next morning when she woke to find nothing but a note in her little red stocking.

Dear Daddy,

Penny has been very naughty this year and so I have spanked her and left her no gifts. I strongly urge you to spank her again today and send her to bed early.

Yours, Santa.

Poor, silly Penny. She had promised Santa that she would be good – “the bestest little girl ever!” – as he had expertly roasted her rear, and she would promise her Daddy the same when she was turned over his knee for a second, equally-thorough, Christmas Day spanking. And during each ordeal she cried just as pitifully as the ‘real tears’ doll she had set her heart on receiving, her little heart breaking with remorse...

...yet come December 26 she would be just as naughty as ever!

So as poor Penny sobs, her behind burning bright –
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Have a great time, everyone :D

Only two sleeps to go

It’s very nearly Christmas! I hope you’re all well and everything is set for a lovely festive celebration. I still need to wrap a few presents myself, actually... I will go and do that shortly, in front of the fire in the sitting room, the lights of the Hasler tree glistening prettily as I struggle with sellotape and try to make my gifts look like they were wrapped by an adult :)

Just to let you know that Ana’s Advent Calendar – on which I’ve been moonlighting as a helper elf – has a special post today in honour of us elves. (Some of) the naughtiness and fun we’ve had over the past month is detailed there for your amusement, so if you’d like a laugh, do pop over and say hi!

Oh... and if you have any thoughts about what should be done with a naughty Penny elf, grinning with mischievous glee in her sexy little elf outfit, do feel free to let me know in the comments here!

(Personally, I think Penny elfs should be given jelly tots and cuddles and not spankings at all, nuh uh!) :D

Party season

Apologies for the continuing lack of Penny productivity... I have simply been kept too busy to spend much time on my lovely little blog. Rest assured that I feel thoroughly ashamed – more toe-gazingly abashed than a fourth former caught under the covers in the dorm room with a salacious magazine in one hand and her other hand in an unspeakably wicked place – and I shall punish myself accordingly. (More on that later).

Saturday was a nice kind of busy, at least: in the evening I was hostess to a select gathering of sophisticated and urbane persons and a thoroughly enjoyable time was had by all. And Penny did get tipsy and act the giddy goat. But she only fell on her bottom once. As far as I remember.

I get another opportunity to behave badly this coming Thursday, as it’s the Christmas party at work. If last year’s bash is any guide, I think Friday is very likely to be a write-off, writing-wise...

But enough about my festive fooling. I mentioned punishing myself, and that is exactly what I intend to do right after hitting publish on this post. I am not only feeling guilty for a poor blogging performance. I am, sad to say, very badly in need of a spanking as my dear partner has not warmed my rear for a good few weeks. Not since November 24, in fact. A sorry state of affairs, I’m sure you’ll agree.

But I am not going to take it lying down. No sirree. I am going to take it bent over the end of the bed, with my dress hitched up and my knickers round my ankles. I am going to take my wooden ruler firmly in hand and apply it to my deserving buns until they positively burn. And I am going to feel like a very, very naughty girl.

(Oh, an amusing snippet from Saturday: we played Twister at our sophisticated soirée and a female friend whom I always had pegged as 100% vanilla smacked me firmly on the butt at one point. I would say I didn’t know where to look... but I was already looking foursquare into a second friend’s cleavage. Oh, the naughtiness! :D)

Shiny and festive and pretty

But enough about me, aha.

To festive up my blog and spread a little cheer, I thought it would be nice to snap and share some artistic and tasteful images of the Hasler Christmas tree!

I’m not an expert but I think it’s a Plastic Spruce. The important thing is that it stands proudly in the drawing room of Hasler Towers (between Doggie’s armchair and the TV) and makes the place look Christmassy :)

And, just for my dear friend Katherine Deane, here is my Disney Princess advent calendar! (I closed the doors up again for the purposes of picture-taking... the choklits are gone, needless to say).

Want more bauble porn? Here are some snaps I took last year of the little Christmas tree that sits on my writing desk :)

There's a brat in Ana's kitchen

It must be the time of year for yummy recipes – today Ana is inviting people to share their recipes for holiday treats on her blog, with guest Leigh Ellwood mistress of ceremonies for the day.

I better think of another recipe, quick! (Something other than the festive choklit biskits I’m currently scoffing out of a box :D)

Maybe I should send Little Penny over. She knows her way round a kitchin.

P.S. I’ll write something more substantial (if not more sensible) soon, I promise – the free time fairy has just been avoiding me of late. There’s an English lesson to be held, and poor naughty Penny has been waiting in suspense for nigh on three months now! Wail!

The spirit of giving

The title and theme of my Christmas short story, but this post is about something far less silly and far more important.

Ana Vitsky has a beautiful post on her blog today (part of her daily Advent Calendar series), all about the importance of selflessness and kindness. She reminds us to think of others – particularly those less fortunate than ourselves, particularly at this time of year – and she (and her many commenters) share sad, heartwarming, inspiring stories and suggest all kinds of ways, big and little, to reach out and help.

And this is, of course, the true meaning of Christmas: the capacity for kindness we possess, each and every one of us; the amazing difference that can be made to the lives of others if we choose to use that capacity. The spirit of giving.

I can only urge you to visit Ana’s blog and join in the conversation: I guarantee that your heart will be gladdened.

(As one final enticement, Ana’s post features an original piece of Penelope Hasler artwork, drawn purely in the hope of making a friend smile).

Tis the season to be spanky

Whee, it’s December! I don’t know about you, but now it really feels like Christmas is near, a feeling that I didn’t have yesterday. Amazing what opening the first door on a Disney princess advent calendar can do :D

And an even nicer Dec 1 gift was an email telling me that my Christmas short story has been published!

It’s one of ten brand-new tales in a lovely little collection called The Christmas Spirit, available from Amazon or direct from the clever people at LSF Publications. Lookit!

And if that isn’t enough spanky, seasonal story fun for you, there are not one, not two, but six other splendid collections all bursting with naughtiness and festive fun. Pop over to LSF’s Christmas collection page to have a browse :)

Yay for Christmas!

The advent of spanking

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas... and that means lots of super-fun activities and traditions :D

And, I have to say, as nice as decorating a pretty tree might be – and it is lovely – the greatest, shiniest tradition of all is Ana Vitsky’s Advent Calendar!

What dat, you ask? Why, only a month-long celebration of the festive season and the wonderful world of spanking fiction – with daily posts and chances to WIN cool prizes (including free books by a veritable galaxy of authors, and lots more besides!)

Sign up on this here post as a vital first step to taking part. I have :)

This message was approved by S Claus.

The point of no return

Naughty girls (and boys) who have faced spankings will know that awful, sinking feeling you get when it becomes quite clear that, no matter what, you’re going to get a smacked bottom. No backing out, no pleading, no sweet smile will get you out of it. You’re at the point of no return.

My Christmas short story features a very naughty girl who has – for the first time in her life – reached that very point. And, lucky her, the one determined to spank her is none other than jolly old Santa!

Pippa gulped and unthinkingly clasped her hands to her behind. She didn’t like the idea of a spanking at all...

“B-but...” she whimpered in one last bid for clemency, “I don’t want a spanking...”

Her appeal met with a stonily determined glare, she glanced anxiously about herself as if in search for a means of salvation. Seeing none, she made a sudden, desperate dash for the door. Unfortunately, Santa was ready for her and grabbed her by the wrist as she tried to pass him.

“You’re not going anywhere but over my knee, madam!” he snapped, and in the twinkling of an eye he pulled the mortified young woman down across his lap as easily as one might a toy doll.

Hey, we’ve all been there... and what a nice place it is to be.

There are plenty more naughty treats to enjoy from the other Saturday Spankings participants! (Isn’t Saturday great?)

He knows if you've been bad or good

We’re hopping from one holiday to another for Saturday Spankings today, with a little snippette from my forthcoming Christmas short. (Can you believe it’s November already? Yikes!)

In this scene, the self-centred and rude Pippa has been surprised – as one would be – by a visit from Mr S Claus himself, and it seems he hasn’t called round to deliver a gift. She’s a bit of a diva, and she doesn’t react very graciously to the news that she’s on the naughty list...

“You must think I’m as crazy as you are! Santa, indeed! A naughty list! I’ve never heard anything so stupid!”

Santa, quite used to such reactions in the naughty-listed, gazed steadily back at the fuming woman. “Stupid it may be,” he returned, “but the fact remains you’ve been a very badly-behaved girl this year. Selfish, immature, callous.”

Pippa, incandescent with rage at being spoken to in such a manner, opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the ominous baritone of the stern-faced Santa.

I think we can all guess what this grown-up brat is getting for Christmas, can’t we?

There are loads of great authors with sexy, spanky snippets (this is SatSpanks, after all): check them out!

Bye-bye baubles

Aw. It’s time to put the Christmas decorations away for another year, and that of course includes my cheery little blog header. I’m always saddened by this day: it’s (naturally enough) like the opposite feeling to putting everything up. But then I suppose that Christmas would lose its meaning (and the pretty decorations their appeal) if it lasted all year. And I guess that this ending-of-festivities ritual forms an important life lesson, and even at a push a metaphor for life itself: things come, things go. Enjoy the nice things while they’re here!

Still, it’s sad. And just to make it sadder I’ve got a cold, too. Wah!

The wonders you can do

I rather skipped over the non-kinky gifts I received for Christmas in this post, but I want to write a little bit about one in particular that BH bought me: a DVD of series 1 of Wonder Woman. (Yes, the TV show from the 1970s). Utterly fantastic. I don’t know if there are enough superlatives to fully capture its awesomeness, in fact.

Colourful, camp, funky, it’s like a blast of concentrated Americana. Never a bad thing. And what a great character WW is! Like all great characters she can of course represent all kinds of things to different people but to me she represents, above all, an uncompromisingly positive expression of femininity. I mean that in all seriousness, in case you were wondering: it’s this that transcends the comic-book structure of the show and sets it light years above things that are superficially similar, like the 1960s Batman TV show.

As her name might suggest, Wonder Woman can do all kinds of superhero-type ‘wonders’, but I think that these are purely allegorical to her real strength: her self-belief. (Just as her battles with various villains are allegorical to the ordinary woman’s various negotiations with the world). She personifies a paradigm of female dynamism, confidence and self-determination; a worldview in which women need not think themselves dependent upon men, or in any way secondary to them. With or without the star-spangled hotpants she is a woman who doesn’t need a big, strong man to help her deal with her problems; she’s a woman who takes no baloney and kicks righteous ass when it needs to be kicked, all without sacrificing one iota of her feminine essence. YEAH!

The significance of her being on the side of ‘right’ can’t be overstated, btw: traditionally, powerful women have been synonymous with evil and/or unnaturalness, as if a non-passive woman is an aberrance (think witches and the countless villainesses and wicked stepmothers of folklore and Western literature). Wonder Woman tears that particular rulebook up and shows that women can be strong and ‘good’. The show is easily as radical as anything Hélène Cixous and friends have written, and is IMO way more significant as it is right there in the centre of the American cultural mainstream.

The message of the show to me is that if one woman can liberate herself to think that way, then all women can, regardless of circumstances or context. I’m not ashamed to say that she’s a heroine of mine.

She also happens to have the coolest costume ever. I think I might have to put ‘Wonder Woman outfit’ at the top of my wish list for next Christmas. (Just wish I had a butt like Lynda Carter’s).

This post is nearly-but-not-quite a kinky think, btw, as it invites a think about feminism and kink, particularly on how one can reconcile (and justify to others) being an independent woman with being a submissive in a M/F (or F/F) relationship, but I’ll save that think for another time.

P.S. Does anyone else hear the WW theme music and want to rush off and fight crime that very instant?

P.P.S. I did dress up in my gym kit yesterday evening and was given a jolly good spankering over BH’s knee, skirt up, knickers down... and I did wail and promise to be a good girl in future and never ever to skip school again. I came so hard when BH fucked me afterwards that I thought I was going to explode. BLISS! (I’m sure any Martian readers will be very confused by this post).

A Penny in a pear tree

Hello!

I’m back from my stay with my family and am safely ensconced in my little lair once again. I hope you have all had lovely holidays and have lots of new toys to play with (do tell)! I myself mainly got things to wear and things to eat (that is, enough choklit to see me to April) but way better than the things – lovely as they are – was just getting to see my folks.

Now I’m back with BH and am seriously hankering for a spankering... we’ll hopefully see to that later tonight! And I’m very happy to report that I have not one but two brand new kinky garments to play in: a maroon gym skirt and a grey school pinafore. Oh, they are lovely! And what a nice decision to have to make... I think I might have to play in my netball kit first. The scenario writes itself, after all: naughty Penny skips netball practice (and fibs about it) and Daddy is most displeased... oh! I wonder if a certain little madam is going to be taught a painful lesson? One that involves her pretty pleated skirt being flipped up and her gym knickers yanked down?

It’s for her own good, after all... ;)

Back in five (days) or so

I’m off today to stay with my family for the holidays*, so my little blog is going to be quiet for a bit. (I still need to pack so I’d better get on with it!)

I just wanted to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy, fun, peaceful Christmas. I hope you get everything you want, need and deserve. (And maybe some presents, too).

See you soon!

Love, Penny xxx

*We won’t be playing Kinkopoly, I hasten to add!

Fun for all the family

Stuck for something to do with the folks this Xmas? Want your ease of sitting to be decided on the roll of a dice? Got a thing for guys in top hats?

Then you need to play Kinkopoly!

A game of chance and skill for people who like things a bit twisted, Kinkopoly lets you realise that long-cherished dream of spanking and being spanked whilst pushing natty little figurines round with your finger.

Move around the board, collect your favourite kinks, and give and receive jolly good hidings as you go: the winner is the one who begs for mercy last!

No two games are ever the same, especially given the vagaries of the Chance and Community Chest cards...

Oh dear!

Oh yes!

Aww!

Kinkopoly – the most fun you can have with (some of) your clothes on! Available from all good sex shops and Wal-Mart.

(The wonders of a paint program and a silly imagination...) ;D

N.B. Any similarity to a popular ‘property trading’ board game is entirely coincidental.

Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars

Sorry about the relative quietness: this time of year is quite hectic, isn’t it? I haven’t had as much time to spend on my little blog as I might ordinarily, so apologies. I’ve got all my present-buying done though, so that’s one thing at least. Just need to wrap them now.

It was the office Christmas party on Friday (do they have those in other countries? Office parties, that is, not Fridays) and I will confess I did get plastered pleasantly merry. Free bar! No spankable naughtiness (as far as I can recall) though, sorry. Or does drinking too much, flirting, saying everything MUCH TOO LOUD, dancing suggestively with other girls and generally being a raucous an effervescent little madam in a low-cut frock and impractical heels count as being naughty? Hopefully not. (Thank goodness it was on a Friday rather than a Thursday like last year, btw. World class lie-in with a thumping headache the following day!)

I’ve got a very silly thing (nearly) ready that I hope will amuse you, so that will hopefully go up midweek. Right now I have a moderately silly thing in the form of a Christmas-themed limerick. Based on a true story, as they say:

What Girls on the Naughty List Get

When Penny was sent in to see
Mr Claus about being naughty,
Her charms cut no ice
And in half a trice
She found herself over his knee.

Searching for Santa

Not, as you might assume, a festive reworking of Waiting for Godot, but a silly little something that I spotted in my blog stats; specifically an amusing little juxtaposition in the section that tells me the things folks have typed into search engines prior to visiting The World’s Best Blog*:

Now, admittedly I am getting lots of searches for Santa-related spankiness at the moment, (tis the season!) and people of course find my blog by entering my name into Google, but still... hmf! Me, being spanked by Santa! Just imagine such a thing!

Just imagine...

...poor, sweet, innocent me, held firmly in place across Santa’s lap... my pretty blue party dress pinned up against my back by his heavy hand... my pink cotton knickers twisted humiliatingly round my flailing ankles... my little face a picture of sorrow and wet with tears... and all the while Santa’s other hand merrily slaps my squirming bare cheeks the vivid red colour of his suit. “Ow! Ow!” I yelp, sounding for all the world exactly like a naughty little brat getting just what she needs and deserves. “Ho-ho-ho!” Santa chuckles, the big, jolly, old meanie.

It would all be rather like this, I suppose! :D

*The world’s best blog called ‘Naughty Little Writer’, anyway. (Unless there’s another one someplace).

I winned something!

As many of you know, Ana is running an Advent Calendar game over on her blog: each day readers can win prizes by commenting. And today I won one! Yay for me!

Yay for Beth, too, actually: I nominated her for a prize of Mrs Claus so she wins that :)

This is honestly the first thing I have ever won – thank you, Ana!

A picture post

Because I yap enough and you deserve a break, and because these images can speak for themselves. (They’re of the little Christmas tree I have on my desk). Click for bigness and optimum festivity:

:)

Dear Santa, love Penny

Wanna see something cute and Christmassy? And by cute I mean really goshdarn cute? (You just know this is going to involve Little Penny, don’t you?) ;D

The young Miss Hasler, like many, many other little girls and boys the world over, writes a letter to Santa each year. Her Daddy tells me that she penned this year’s missive – in her very carefullest handwriting, on her special snowy notepaper, mais oui – on Thursday evening, lying on the rug in front of the fire, so deep in concentration that she didn’t answer when asked if she would like a yummy hot chocolate. (Daddy brought her one anyway). Trust me, that says a lot about the importance of the undertaking.

I feel a bit mean showing Penny’s sekrit and confidential correspondence to you but it is just too sweet not to share. Don’t worry, it will of course be safely delivered to Santa right after this. I hope reading it gives you the same warm feeling inside that it gave me. And I hope Penny gets everything she asks for.

Sorry... think I might have something in my eye. *sniff*