Dancing on Ice

Christmas is undeniably in the air in our apartment, what with a freshly cut Douglas fir tree installed smack in the middle of our cozy living room, and festive music softly playing. My toppy girlfriend Tessa is stirring a garlic infused tomato sauce in the pan, a pot of hot water standing by ready for linguini, my favorite type of pasta. Tonight, after dinner, Tess and I are gonna decorate the tree with our respective ornaments, collected over the years by each of us. It is the first Xmas holiday after we moved in together last fall.

“Smells so good, Tess!” I skip into the kitchen and exclaim. Trying to peel off my tight, glittering skating attire, I almost lose footing before grabbing my girlfriend from behind.

Admittedly I’m a bit pumped up right now ‘cause the college ice skating team just finished our last performance of the year, and it was a smashing success. I mean, the applause from the audience was, to use a cliché here, deafening.

“Hey honey,” Tessa turns around and wraps me in her arms, a beaming smile on her lovely face. “I’m making your favorite clam sauce. How was the show?”

“It was great!” I gush and continue to remove all my clothes.

“Quick shower,” she gives me an encouraging pat on the bottom. “Dinner soon.”

Tess is a fantastic cook, particularly with Italian food. The pasta dinner today is a real treat. I finish quickly.

“Ok, let’s get started on the tree,” I stand up from the table, smacking lips and rubbing a full stomach. “I’ll clear the table and do the dishes later.”

Tessa’s eyebrow rises as she looks at me, her eyes slightly narrowing. “Not so fast, Molly.”

“Whatcha mean?”

“We have unfinished business, remember?” Her look is only semi-serious, a tint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

I swallow. Oh darn, right.

“Aw, but you didn’t say it’s tonight.” I pout: “You only said ‘another day’.”

“Well, I’m saying it now!” Tess casts a firm glare in my direction, but I can detect a small mirth around her mouth.

“But we’re supposed to decorate the tree tonight,” I continue to stall.

“We are still doing that,” she stands up from the table too, scoffing: “after our discussion.”

I sigh, resigning myself to the idea that I would have to work on the tree with a sore bottom tonight.

“Come on, Mo.” She moves closer and quips: “You clearly didn’t learn your lesson PROPERLY yesterday.” She shakes her head and winks at me, giving me a playful whack on the butt: “Go fetch that spatula, would you? You know where it is.”

Of course I do. Trotting to the kitchen somewhat reluctantly, my thought goes to last night and I start to giggle.

Well, yesterday I had a serious rehearsal for today’s performance, a special holiday show for the local Girl Scouts troops and their families, and residents and staff of the senior centers in town and their families. The university women’s ice-skating team was on fire, partly due to the relief we all felt now that the final exams were behind us and partly due to the upcoming holidays that we could now properly look forward to celebrating. I was practicing solo on ice, doing all kinds of spinning, even the fancy ones that I hadn’t been successful in accomplishing before. Born and raised in Michigan, I’ve been ice skating for as long as I can remember. It’s hard to describe in words the thrilling sensation I experience on ice, maybe something like “flowing” or “floating” would be the closest to an appropriate way to accurately express the freedom the mind feels while the body is gliding across the ice.

Taking a break, I sat down on the bench and checked my phone. There was a text from Tessa. The message was simple and short: When you coming back? It was sent an hour earlier.

I pressed her number. Tessa picked up right away, “On your way, Hon?”

“Not yet, Babe.” I was still panting. “Another hour or so. What’s up?”

A very slight and subtle pause, followed by a restrained casual “Nothing, never mind. See ya when you get back.”

I knew her well enough. Something was up all right.

But I was called back to practice right after the phone call. Any curiosity or misgiving I may have entertained was swept away by the music and the energy engulfing me in the rink.

When I finally came home, Tessa was on the phone ordering Chinese.

“Hey Tess!” I whispered and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“How was the rehearsal?” She mouthed.

I formed a circle with my thumb and forefinger.

“Singapore noodle ok for you?” Tessa asked. She knew it’s one of my favorite Chinese dishes.

I nodded. “Thanks. Gonna shower now. Be down soon.”

After my shower, I put on comfy clothes and we sat down to eat. I dug in the yellow mound of tangy noodles before taking a big swig of ice-cold beer. The cool smooth liquid washed down the spicy food perfectly.

I looked up at Tess, “So how was your day?”

“My day?” She slowly twirled her fork on the Moo Goo Gai Pan while staring at me intensely.

I remembered her voice on the phone.

“Um, you worked from home today, right?” I asked tentatively.

“Right,” her eyes continued to rest on my face. “I worked on my dissertation for a while, and then I had to go to the bathroom.” Her eyes narrowed a little and focused on mine exclusively.

“You had to go to the bathroom?” Utterly confused, I repeated slowly. “So … what happened?”

“What happened was I had to sit on the toilet for … quite a while.” She stopped moving her fork: “A lot longer than I intended to actually.” The fork was thrust into a piece of chicken before she added an emphatic: “Unnecessarily!”

“Huh? Why? You got tummy trouble?” I truly had no earthly idea what my girlfriend was getting at!

Tessa stood up and went to the kitchen. A drawer was opened loudly and after some busy rustling, my vanilla-turned-toppy-spanko girlfriend came back, holding a wooden spatula in her right hand.

WTH? My stomach tensed.

“Come with me, Molly,” she said calmly, steering me to the couch in the living room. She sat down and skillfully coaxing my body over her knees.

“Hey!” I protested and flailed my legs, “What’s going on?!”

“Don’t worry, Mo. I’ll explain to you while I have your full attention.” She started to pull down my sweatpants: “Do you know why I texted you?” Her voice was calm but carried a little bit annoyance.

“Yeah, ‘cause you wanted to know when I’d come home.” I wriggled a little trying to balance my body into a comfortable position.

“True, but there’s more …” she drew out while rubbing my panty-clad bottom. It felt nice, really nice. I could get used to receiving a nice rubbing after a hard rehearsal.

“Tell me already, Tess!” I begged, half pouting. What kind of game was she playing?

“You know why I stayed in the bathroom longer than needed?” Her voice was raised, almost to the level of indignation. Whack, a sharp slap landed on my butt cheek.

“Ouch.” I fought the instinct to reach for my assaulted rear end. “Why?”

“Because … you didn’t do your job properly!” Whack, a second slap landed on the other bottom cheek, sharper than the last one.

“Ouchyyy! Wait, whatcha talking about? What job?” I turned my head back to look at her inquiringly.

She stared back and said slowly, in a clear voice, “The. Toilet. Paper.”

Comprehension hit me like a bolt of lightning from the Christmas red and green lights bursting out in their fullest and riches colors. Ah, my job indeed! Refilling and restocking the toilet paper in the bathroom was one of my designated jobs, always.

No wonder she was annoyed. Imagine how awkward …!

My first reaction was to ask her about all the details surrounding the incident, like what exactly was she doing and how the issue was resolved, or not resolved. But given my precarious position at the moment, I chose the wiser course of action and didn’t let myself indulge in vivid imagination, not just yet. Instead I wanted to remedy the situation fast. Slinking off her knee, quick as a little fox, I apologized: “Sorry, I got new packages in my car. Forgot to bring them in last night.” I made to run towards the door, “Let me get them.”

Tess put up a hand to stop me: “Get back, Molly, NOW.”

I paused. Tess pointed at her knees, “Back to your position, Mo. I didn’t say you could leave.” She sounded almost irritated.

I lay myself down obediently over her thighs. “Sorry Tess,” I groveled. “I’ll get them later then.”

“No worries, I bought some already, in case you haven’t noticed.” She added, “Had to make a trip to the store, unplanned.”

I again tried to make myself comfortable on my girlfriend’s firm thighs. For some reason, I felt particularly chatty at that moment to defend myself. “See it’s not really my fault ‘cause I had bought a large packet. It’s just been sitting in the car.”

“That may have been the case,” snickered Tessa, “however, the outcome was the same, wasn’t it?” WHACK! WHACK!

“Ouchy.” I conceded the point, “Okay, point taken. I’m sorry.”

“You know how awkward it was, huh? Sitting on the toilet and realizing there was no darn toilet paper anywhere in the bathroom?!” Tessa interjected her questions with indignant slaps on my poor bottom. “Or anywhere in the entire apartment for that matter!” She delivered an especially hard smack to match the grave nature of the said situation that had just been described.

Here’s a chance to find out what happened, down to the last detail! I perked up and asked: “So … what did you do?” As the question popped out of my mouth, I was overcome by an imagined scene in which my toppy girlfriend sat on the toilet seat, seething and perhaps cursing me, frantically trying to figure out a decent solution after she’d finished what I could only assume, um … a serious business.

Despite my true remorse, and against all the strength I could possibly muster to suppress it, a hearty chuckle managed to escape my throat.

Not a desirable situation for me.

“You think it’s funny?!” Tessa snorted and her hand slapped my bottom with deliberate, loud, hard smacks, repeatedly.

“Ow ow ow.” I wriggled my hips left and right, trying to avoid the whacks raining down. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I pleaded lamely.

After a flurry of sharp blows on my poor backside, Tess stopped spanking and pulled down my panties. “Ah, a red bottom already.” She picked up the spatula and declared menacingly: “But not red enough!”

My heart sank ‘cause I needed to keep my bottom in pristine condition for tomorrow. I resorted to appealing to her common sense: “You can’t really spank me hard ‘cause remember the show tomorrow? For the kids and senior citizens?”

“Nice try.” The spatula struck down on my buttocks, three times on one cheek and another three on the other. “But that’s not until tomorrow afternoon. By then your bottom will look perfectly normal. We both know that!”

She’s right, my butt recovers fast from a spanking, almost too fast. Sometimes I really wish the color could stay a bit longer.

“Although,” Tessa slowed down on walloping, “your point is well taken.” I always knew she was a reasonable top! “We’ll continue with the hand tonight and then finish it up another day with the spatula.”

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness,” I stuck out my tongue knowing she couldn’t see it, although my gratitude was sincere.

SLAP, SLAP, she proceeded to whack my naked bottom with her strong hand, the sound carrying a delightful rhythm.

“You know there are consequences if you don’t do your job correct, right?” Tessa lectured while keeping up the stinging smacks. I noticed she was spreading the smacks evenly all over, from the top to the sit spots.

“I know I know.” I kicked my legs.

Tessa’s hand was amazingly strong and the smacks forceful.

I clutched her legs tightly, backside on fire. “Owi, enough already. It hurts.”

She paused and patted my spanked buttocks, admiring her handiwork, “Ah, a perfect red bottom. What a beautiful sight.” Then she burst into a delighted chortle while continuing to rub my cheeks. “I bet a spanked bottom would be a welcome view on ice, like a special holiday treat, don’t you think, baby?” Though I couldn’t see her face, I could easily tell the wicked amusing smirk in her voice.

“Meanie,” I grumbled.

Tessa’s words stuck in my mind though. Slowly they began to flow together and became human-like forms dancing and twirling, shaping into a colorful visual in front of me. I could feel Tessa’s hand still rubbing my sore backside but my mind was adrift. Then my body soared, levitating to the ice rink where, like watching a slow motioned silent film, I could see a skating performance unfold. Squinting my eyes, I could make out a petite skater, could be me in fact, gliding across the ice skillfully with abandon. She bent her knees and moved around rapidly in circles with aplomb, the short mini skating skirt barely covering her bottom. And when the golden skirt flared up during a twirl, a perfectly round, well-spanked peachy bottom was on display, shining brightly under the fluorescent lights. Folding and unfolding, the crimson-colored floating glory of a globe was spellbinding, and the audience loved it. Though there was no sound, I could sense the palpable rhythm of the clapping and roaring approval from the audience, threatening to bring the place down.

A tingling started in my nether area, then a shooting tension amid rising warmth pierced my lower body. The muscles in my hips contracted. Butt cheeks tightly clenched, I closed my eyes ready to brace the cascading waves. Whoosh, here they came, cradling my body up and further up until the tides carried me over the crest, and landed me above the clouds. I opened my eyes and looked down at the ice rink. All I could see was a red bottom peeking out of the golden flaring skirt, getting bigger and bigger until it covered the entire ice rink. I blinked and thrust my head upwards. The surge was slow and liberating through the clouds. I rode with the avalanche, dangling in the air for a few seconds, and then my body descended with a gentle and soft landing. The release was complete, the moaning long and primal. My body went limp, my breathing heavy with whimpering.

I heard Tessa’s voice calling me. “OMG, Molly! Did you … did you just …?” I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with Tessa who was holding me in her arms, an incredulous expression on her face.

Eyes widened, I nodded excitedly, letting out a deep breath, my limp body still shrouded in the incredibly pleasurable sensation of the climax.

Tessa pulled me deeper into her chest, “Whoa Mo. That’s a first!” She grinned and touched me down there before showing me her dripping fingers. “Can’t believe you just came over my knee, baby!” She chuckled and added: “We didn’t even have sex!”

A flush rose to my cheeks: “You’re the one who made it happen, Tess! I guess it must’ve been the combination of what you said and ya know, the spanking. Especially what you said.”

“I always knew you were such an exhibitionist! But still.” My girlfriend patted my bottom playfully, shaking her head.

What can I say? Public display of a spanked bottom has always been a favorite fantasy of mine.

I gently kissed Tess on the lips. “Love you, Tess.”

“Love you too, Mo.” She opened her mouth and ushered me in.

My toppy girlfriend held me as I snuggled and burrowed into her, giggling, “Does this mean the spanking is over?” Yawning, I suddenly felt exhausted.

“For now, I guess.” She lifted me up and took my hand, steering me into our bedroom. “We will finish this discussion another day.”

I barely heard her before falling into a slumber.

“Give me the spatula,” Tessa has followed me into the kitchen and her commanding voice brings me back from last night. “We need to make sure that you take your chores seriously.”

Especially when it comes to The Toilet Paper, I wanted to add.

I reluctantly hand her the implement, trying to look serious. Let’s admit that the whole toilet paper thing was funny.

Tess must have detected the grin on my face that I’m trying so hard to suppress, because she waves the kitchen tool at me, warning: “Molly!”

“I AM taking it seriously. I said I was sorry.”

She directs me to place my hands on the edge of the counter and my feet apart to support my upper body. My backside finds itself displayed in a vulnerable position, perfect for Tess and the spatula, obviously.

Satisfied with my compliance, she pulls down my sweatpants to rest around my ankles. A few trial swats land on my panty-clad bottom as Tess adjusts her grip on the handle.

“Now Molly, you know why you’re getting this spanking right?” SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow, yeah.”

“Yeah what?” More smacks follow.

“Yeah I know why, Tess.” I follow her lead and show my obedience.

Any toppiness from Tess must be encouraged!

“I want you to promise me it will never happen again,” Tess delivers a few sharp blows.

I pledge: “I solemnly swear, from this day forward, the toilet paper will never run out in our house.”

We both burst out laughing. Tessa catches her breath and leaves the spatula on the counter. She bends down a little to peel off my underwear: “Time for bare bottom.”

The darned implement manages to zero in on the meatiest part of my rear end and makes my cheeks jiggle. I ow loudly and alternately curl up my legs.

After Tess lights a small fire on my bare butt, she stops spanking and gives my sore bottom a nice rub.

I bend down to pull up my clothes but Tessa stops me. “No need for those tonight, Mo,” she says with a wicked glint in her eyes, “’cause we are decorating the tree with your red bottom uncovered.”

Wow I didn’t see this coming. My toppy girlfriend is such a quick learner!

Complying without hesitation, I do have enough decency to blush a little and double check that all the window drapes were closed.

First, I’m ordered to stock the bathroom cupboard with packets and packets of toilet paper, neatly. Then I am asked to bend down to open boxes and boxes of Xmas ornaments. Of course I had to stand drinking eggnog and eating ice cream while Tess took a break on the couch.

Life is so unfair!

All through the evening every time we cross paths, Tess gifts a few teasing swats, loudly, on my bare bottom cheeks. The ensuing giggles from both of us threaten to drown out the soft Xmas music playing in the apartment.

It’s a perfect holiday night.

Though I never did find out the details of the toilet paper crisis!

Happy Holidays!


This story is part of Alyx’s Annual Christmas Exchange here: https://alyxfic.wordpress.com/links/


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Happy Slappy Boxing Day

This is the 4th story in the Molly and Tessa series. It follows immediately after the third story. Enjoy! 🙂

First story “An Early Xmas Present” here

Second story “Quantum of Solace” here

Third story “Rosy-Cheeked Christmas” here



I glance down at my phone. “Hi Molly, this is Diana, Mag’s mum. You girls up for a visit tonight?”

I blink, before recognition hits.

“Who’s that from, Mo?” Tessa asks, seeing my temporary puzzlement.

“Remember that cute kid?”

“Which cute kid?”

“The kid on the beach from yesterday, ya know, Mags.”

“Oh, yeah.” She blushes, subtly. I know exactly why.

“Her mom, the spanko woman, remember?” I wink. “Diana. She wants to know if she can come over.”

“Wait, what?” My girlfriend’s greenish gray eyes grow wide, brow raised.

“We, well …, I … did invite her, kinda.” I remember exchanging our phone numbers after she told us they were in Room 388.

“You think that’s a good idea, Mo?” Tessa asks, the hint of a small frown between her eyes.

Is she kidding?! I am ELATED.

“Oh c’mon Tess. How often do we get to meet another spanko woman?” I plead. “Di was really nice and friendly on the beach, remember?”

“That’s true, she was,” Tess agrees. “The woman seemed normal enough.”

“So shall I reply and say yes?” I beg hopefully.

“Yeah fine, go ahead.” She adds, with a touch of intrigue, as if to reassure herself, “Why not?!”


Doorbell rings. I open the door and Diana breezes in.

“Happy Boxing Day, girls!” Crisp British accent rings out as we hug each other.

Tess and I exchange a look. What’s up with Boxing Day?

Seeing our puzzlement, Diana explains cheerfully, “Boxing day comes from the old days when upper-class families let their servants have a day off after Xmas, and they go home with ‘Christmas boxes,” meaning gifts from their employers to their families.” The British woman has a pleasant easy-going demeanor as she continues, “The Commonwealth countries all celebrate Boxing Day. I know you lot don’t in the States.” She chuckles, making her face look soft and warm.

Our guest stands at about Tessa’s height, which is to say 4 inches taller than me. However, she is more round with soft shoulders to Tessa’s muscled body. She looks slightly older now in regular clothes than on the beach, maybe early 40-ish I’d say. Clad in beige shorts and a light brown tank top, short dirty blonde hair neatly tucked behind ears, Diana looks casual and unassuming. Her open face is warm and friendly, pale golden brown eyes shining and freckled nose gleaming.

“Thank you for the explanation. That was very interesting, Di.”

“Not at all, Tess. My pleasure.”

“Where’s Mags?” I ask, remembering that adorable little girl.

“She’s with her other mum, sound asleep after a busy day.” Diana replies as she is led to the small sitting area of our Airbnb apartment.

“So …” Tess draws out after we are all seated. “What do you guys usually do on Boxing Day?”

“Oh, just lounging around doing nothing really, eating left-overs mostly.” Diana shakes her head. “However, if you google Boxing Day, it also says and I quote, ‘Boxing Day is also a time when the British show their eccentricity by taking part in all kinds of silly activities.’” She winks at us meaningfully, a mischievous smile perching on her lower lip. “I thought today we can do something special, if you girls are up to it.”

Wow she’s pretty direct. I like that.

Tessa is intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

Di reaches into a small clutch bag and retrieves a …

What in the world in that?

“Ta-da,” she makes an up and down motion with a … stick, a thin stick.

“Never go anywhere without my baton.” She then clarifies. “I’m a

choral director at the college.”

A baton! That’s a new one for us.

I eye the thin stick in her hand. It’s about 10-12 inches long with a nice Rosewood handle. To tell the truth, it looks rather tiny and harmless.

“So … are you like a … a traveling …?” I stammer under breath, suddenly remembering Alyx’s super top story.

“Huh?” Di looks at me inquiringly.

Good thing she didn’t hear me.

“Nothing,” I mumble.

“Well,” Di smiles at Tess encouragingly. “What do you think eh? Want to try my baton?”

“You mean as a spanking implement.” Tessa states the obvious.

“Yes,” Di answers emphatically. “And I would say that you and Molly are both in trouble.” She waves the baton in half circles like she’s conducting but keeps her golden brown eyes on Tessa.

“What do you mean?” Tessa’s question comes before I pipe up with my own. “Yeah, what are we in trouble for?” Somehow my voice carries a higher pitch than usual.

I’m so in!

I think Tess has caught my hidden brat excitement ‘cause she glares at me with a familiar smirk.

“For the rosy bottom on the beach yesterday, of course!” Di exclaims, using an exaggerated tone and expression, freckled-nose wrinkling. “Imagine little Mag seeing that!” She shakes her head, mocking disapproval.

Boy, we got ourselves a top!

I shiver and steal a glance at my girlfriend. Tess looks surprised, but there’s a tiny bit of curious playfulness in her eyes too.

I start to play along.

“Well ma’am,” I clear my throat.

Diana’s face breaks into a big grin at my use of the deferential term.

“You see, not my fault cos I had wrapped a towel on my um … “

“Spanked bottom?”

“Yeah, she did. But the wind really picked up,” Tess chimes in to my defense.

Good for her to play along. I’m so proud of my girlfriend.

“Well, you should’ve wrapped it tighter then, shouldn’t you, Molly? And you Tessa, as Molly’s top, tsk, tsk, should’ve kept a better eye on your brat!” She looks at Tess intently, her eyes smiling playfully.

“Yeah well. Blame Ruth Ware.” Tess retorts, all smirks.

OMG, my toppy girlfriend has reduced to a brat!

“Huh?” Diana is confused. “Who’s that?”

“She’s the British author who wrote The Woman in Cabin 10, the book I was reading.” Tess holds Di’s gaze, her eyes twinkling. “Great book by the way. You should read it sometime.”

Diana narrows her eyes and twirls the baton in the air. “I see, argumentative, are we? Looks like I’ve got the work cut out for me.” She says slowly, enunciating each word clearly and her eyes are inquiring.

I nudge Tess and whisper, “C’mon, Tess. Let’s play.”

Tessa straightens her body upwards and laces her hands behind her head. “Well, I’m pretty sure Molly here is more than happy to oblige, isn’t that right babe?” she gives me a wink and pokes me in the rib.

“You know I am,” I poke her back, eyeing Di shyly.

Di gives me a big grin and nods. “What about you, Tess?”

“Me? Honestly Di, I’m not sure. You know I’m the spanker, you guys call it a top, in this relationship.”

“I know,” Diana nods, ruffling her short tress and leaning back on the chair. “Molly got you into this whole top/brat spanking business, didn’t she? You girls don’t switch, I reckon.”

“How did you know?” Tess and I ask in chorus, attention drawn.

Di chuckles. “Yesterday after I talked to you, I thought the names Molly and Tessa sounded familiar. So I checked on the blogs and bingo, found Molly’s stories on Alyx’s Christmas Gift Exchange.”

Dang, she’s right. I’ve got three stories about me and Tessa on the Gift Exchange. So she knows I practically bratted my perfectly unsuspecting girlfriend into a top!

I’m speechless and blushing profusely. Tessa leans in, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Yup, that’s my brat. She did turn me into a top, a top with a constant itchy palm no less.” Tess says affectionately. “She’s a good writer though, isn’t she?”

“Yes, the stories are brilliant!”

I’m buzzed.

“Well then,” Di says cheerfully and moves to sit down on the edge of the sofa.

“Look Tess, I understand. No pressure, ok? Just promise to think about it. If you’d like to try the receiving end, just say the word and I’m here to oblige.” Diana’s lower lip bends into a grin.

“Thank you so much, Di, for your understanding. Let me think about it and see how it goes, and thank you for the OFFER.” Giggling, Tess pronounces the last word emphatically.

“Trust me, it would please me no end spanking two naughty bottoms, but honestly, I’d be just as stoked to settle for one willing brat at all.” Di situates herself and then looks in my direction expectantly.

Tess nudges me up towards the sofa with a swift swat on the bottom. “Off you go, Mo.”

Di flexes her wrist and rests the baton on her palm. “This baby is ready. Are you, Molly darling?”

She pats her knee, her eyes glinting. I sashay my way toward her.


I’m staring at the faded pink carpet with roses woven all over it, my mid-section supported by two sturdy knees.

“How about a warm-up with my hands?” Diana’s soft voice rings out.

“Sure.” The upside down position turns my answer into a mumble.

“Pardon me?” The voice is sharp now, followed by a crisp slap on my bottom cheeks.

I quickly correct myself. “Sure Ma’am.”

I hear Tessa chuckle. “My Mo is a quick learner.”

I turn my face to my girlfriend, winking.

“That’s better, thank you Molly. Before we start, I’d like you to choose a safe word.” Diana instructs, her left hand resting on my lower back.

Tessa and I don’t have a safe word. I try to think of a clever word. Failing that, I just blurt out “Tim Tam.”

Laughter erupts from both women.

“We’ve got ourselves a sweets lover here, haven’t we?” Diana quips. “I didn’t know you have those in the States, to be honest.”

Before I reply, Tessa offers. “Molly orders those from Amazon. Freshly imported from Aussie, we are told.”

“Very well, Tim Tam it is.” Diana’s voice beams. “Feel free to use it anytime Molly. Here we go, missy.”

I feel her palm come down and hit the seat of my shorts. The impact carries no sting at all initially. After a dozen or so slaps, I can feel the pleasure of my bottom becoming warm. She stops. “Time to get rid of these shorts.”

I arch my hips and my shorts are duly removed, revealing my new VS thong that Tessa gifted me for Xmas.

“Ah, I see. No need to remove the knickers.” Diana sounds amused.

Tessa teases me. “Sweetie, you are wearing the perfect panties today.” Then she marvels in awe, “And guess what, your cheeks are already pinkish, Mo.”

I stick out my tongue at her.

“Yes, they are. Pretty eh? Another dozen or so should do to get you properly warmed up.” So saying, Diana’s palm starts descending seriously on my exposed backside, one cheek at a time. I can hear the crisp POP POP sound and feel my cheeks jiggle at the impact. The sound seems to get louder with each smack, bouncing off the wall and echoing through the room. Each slap brings a little more sting than the previous one, nothing I can’t handle though.

Heat is starting to build, making me imagine there’s a small bonfire building on my upturned buttocks.

A pause. “I must admit it feels so good to have a brat draped over my knee!” Diana gushes. Then she sighs, “I haven’t played for a long time. You see, Sara, my partner, was a complete vanilla when we first met in the university, like you Tessa, I suppose. I managed to turn her into a spanko, a somewhat reluctant spanko, mind you.” Diana’s voice carries a dreamy tone as she travels down the memory lane.

“Are you always a top?” Tessa asks.

“Pretty much, most of the time. Although we do switch occasionally when her toppy side strikes her fancy.” Diana sings out and laughs. “But since Mags came along, we really haven’t had much chance to play at all.”

“I bet.” Tess nods in sympathy.

Di resumes her attention on me. She delivers a flurry of stinging smacks to my bottom, covering both cheeks. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

My bottom starts to feel a bit sore. My body shifts slightly.

Diana catches that and stops smacking. “You doing ok, Molly?”

“Yes, ma’am. All good.” I reply gallantly.

“Fantastic! Now tell me why you’re over my knee and getting spanked.” Her voice is still smooth, but her tone turns stern.

I roll my eyes. Here we go. I’ll play.

“Ma’am, I showed the whole wide world my red bottom.” I almost can’t contain my mirth, and I hear Tessa’s muffled snicker too.

“That’s right missy! It’s called lewd conduct or indecent exposure in public. I reckon my darling Mags is scarred for life because she can’t un-see your spanked bottom now, can she?” A sharp smack on my sit spot. Dang, that hurt.

“I guess she can’t, ma’am,” I try to sound repentant. “And I’m sorry.”

“What if Mags turns into a spanko because of this?” Diana follows the question with another brisk slap on my other sit spot. Ouch. My hand wants to fly itself to cover my cheeks, but I know better.

“Well, ma’am,” I huff. “If Mags indeed turns out to be a spanko, it would be more likely because of your genes.”

“Oh?” Her hand stops slapping and rests on my bottom. “I’ll bite. Tell me how so.”

I lift my head up and turn towards her. “I read that spanking proclivity is a genetic thing, ma’am. We are born with it, seriously.”

A pause, and then she raises her hand and smacks my bottom again. “That may be the case; however, I also read that although one might be predisposed by the said gene, it would still need to be activated by some external stimuli. So I reckon your red bottom could very well be a trigger, if indeed Mags has a spanko gene.” SLAP! SLAP!

Dang, she knows a little about genes. I’ll give her that.

“Well I dunno ‘bout that, ma’am. Ask Tessa.” My girlfriend is a graduate student in a related field.

Tessa slips into her lecturing tone. “In theory, yes, you are both right. However, there’s no empirical evidence to indicate that there’s in fact a spanko gene, as in say, genes for certain types of cancer or a particular mental disorder.”

“But there’s a lot of first hand testimonial evidence, isn’t there?” Diana inquires.

“Yes, I suppose so,” Tessa concedes. “All you need to look is spanking blogs and forums on the internet. Most people, women especially, seem to claim they were born like that.”

“Me me. I’m one of them.” I turn my body around to join in the conversation.

“Hey missy, stay where you are.” Diana turns me back and plants a loud slap on my cheeks. “We’re not finished.”

“Sorry, just sayin’,” I screech.

“Seriously though, I’ve got no concerns about Mags at all. That was just play.” Diana is semi laughing. “I mean if she does turn out to be a spanko, it would be a blessing I reckon! I mean life’d be more interesting and richer, as we all know.”

I agree enthusiastically and so does Tessa. “Yeah we knew you were kinda joking, Di. But imagine how much more fun y’all can have if Mags IS a spanko!”

“For some reason, that thought makes me shudder!” Di quips, putting on a trembling voice.

All three of us dissolve into a hearty laughter.

After another dozen or so sound smacks, my bottom cheeks feel properly lit up and the heat gives them a steady stinging sensation.

“There,” Diana swoons, “nice and smooth, beautiful color. I do enjoy a brat’s red arse. A top’s privilege, you reckon, Tess?”

Tessa cackles. “Mo does have a gorgeous bottom, a ripe peachy really.” She proceeds to put her hand on my sore spots like she’s inspecting a piece of artwork. “Mm, you did a really good job, Di. The whole area is evenly covered and so smooth, the color is perfect too!”

“Why thank you, Tess. I try my best to please.” Di intones.

“I’ve still got a long way to go eh, it would seem.” Tess is half joking, expressing her signature self-deprecation.

I pipe up. “But you’ve come a long way from when we first met, Tess!” I lift my head so they can both hear me clearly. “I love you, my toppy girl.”

“Yeah, well, that is true, and I love you too, my bratty girl.” My girlfriend replies affectionately.

Diana gently pats me on the back. “Time for the baton then.” She guides me off her lap, my shorts bunched just above my knee. “Molly darling, would you mind bending over the back of the sofa please? I’m going to need more room to swing my arm with the baton.” She stands up too and helps me shuffle over.

I bend down resting my body all the way until my hands reach the sofa seats. Luckily my feet can still touch the floor. Diana adjusts me so my bare bottom is displayed prominently, at a perfect angle for her, I assume. Then she positions herself behind me, measuring the distance while rubbing my burning cheeks.

“So how many strokes shall we have eh?” Not sure it is actually a question for me, I keep my mouth shut.

“Half a dozen, a dozen, Molly dear?”

“I dunno, ma’am,” I mutter.

I’ve never had to answer this question before. Tess always figures it out herself.

“How about half a dozen to start with and we’ll see how you do?”


“Right then, let’s get started.” Diana whips out her phone. “Let’s play something nice for this special Boxing Day eh. You guys have any favorite Christmas carol?” She can’t contain her merriment and is practically humming already.

I roll my eyes and Tessa quips, “You are really enjoying this huh, Di.”

“Oh YES.” She cues up her playlist and puts her phone down. A soft voice croons slowly: ‘Do You Know What I Know?’

“Celine Dion.” Di purrs and hums along: “A Brat, A Brat Shivers in the Behind.”

Tessa is right. Di is enjoying this too much!

The wooden stick is touching my bottom, moving around. It feels cool and comforting on my hot skin.

“This is going to sting a bit, Molly.” Diana warns me gently. “You ready?”

My body tenses up. Butterflies fluttering in my heart, I clench my cheeks tight and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes, ma’am.” I say softly.

“Unclench your cheeks, darling,” Diana pats my bottom trying to make me relax.

Tess moves to stand next to me. “Babe, you need to unclench your butt.”

I give a small whimper but oblige.

“Do You Hear What I Hear” Di sings in a gentle croon then WHAP! I hear the sound before the pain sears into my flesh. “Owww.”

“A Thump, A Thump, High Above the Rump.” Di belts out her own lyrics.

Yeah I hear that alright!

Tessa giggles and leans over to take my hand. “You ok babe?” We’ve never tried anything similar to a cane or any kind of sticks before. If my memory is correct, other than her hand, Tess has only used a ruler and hairbrush. Maybe she’s right about having a long way to go. The thought makes me snicker.

The pain lasts about five seconds before it recedes and I recover quickly. “I’m fine. Just didn’t expect that little thing to be so lethal,” I explain with a wry giggle, wiggling my hips to diffuse some sting.

“Remember your safe word, Molly.” Diana rubs the spot the baton hit a minute ago. “Use it anytime you want please.”


Diana adjusts my position a little, I assume to give herself a better aim. She continues to hum along with Celine Dion, “Do You See What I See?”

WHAP! The second whack comes down un-ceremonially on the other cheek and it feels more bearable ‘cause I’m better prepared for its impact now. “Ouch.” I shuffle my feet.

Diana hums along: “A Peach, A Peach, Dancing on the Beach.” She moves her hand around my cheeks and says sympathetically, “Most people, myself included, tend to underestimate this little implement here.”

No kidding, Ma’am.

WHAP! WHAP! Two more strokes landed on my cheeks, one on each. I shuffle my feet more. “Ow ow.” Rubbing my bottom cheeks, I can feel slightly raised lines forming.

“So … you do this for a living, Di?” Tessa asks, her voice betraying a touch of wonderment.

“What? Spanking naughty bottoms?”

“Very funny. No, conducting with that baton. You said you are a conductor.”

“Yes, whipping brats, I mean students into shape.” Di jokes. Sounds like she quite likes her job.

“I know whacha mean.” Tess replies in empathy. “Trust me, I deal with undergrads on a daily basis and sometimes I have to say my palm gets really itchy.”

I put in and tease Tessa. “Really? I thought most of us students do not dare to mess with THE soon-to-be Dr. Tessa Blackwell.”

“I wish!” Tess shakes her head and swats my bottom playfully. “Though I gotta admit most students do behave well for me. No need for the whip!” Sounds like she quite likes her job too.

“Speaking of which,” Di rests the baton across my cheeks. “Would you like to give it a go, Tess?”

“What, the baton?” I can hear excitement rising in her voice.

“Sure, why not, if Molly here has no objection.” Diana says in a sincere tone.

“Knock yourself out,” I smirk, feeling delighted in my heart.

“There.” I hear Tessa positioning herself behind me, her hand tracing the trail left by the previous four strokes. “Nice straight lines, Di.” She raves.

“Thank you.” Di gushes back.

Celine Dion’s silky voice floats in the room and Diana croons along intermittently.

Tess shifts her feet. “Here it comes.” THWACK!

“Ouch,” I yelp, curling my leg upwards.

She puts a hand on the sore spot. “You ok?”


“Now let me ask you Mo.” Tess slips into the top mode, using a mocking stern tone. “Do you agree that it was solely your responsibility to make sure that red bottom of yours is properly covered on the beach, um?”

I play along. “Bu-but you can’t expect a sleeping person to know that the wind had picked up and blown off my towel, can ya?” That particular retort earns me another THWACK with the baton. I yelp again.

“Such a brat. Always has an excuse ready. See Di? What I have to deal with every day!” Tess feigns indignation but I can tell she’s trying hard not to laugh and break her toppy persona.

Diana chuckles. “Yes I see. That’s a typical brat logic. Mind you, I hear these kinds of argument from students all the time. One time a student missed a rehearsal in the morning and he told me later it was because his alarm hadn’t gone off. Turned out that HE had forgotten to set it up the night before!”

I hear Tessa nod in agreement. “Yeah, brats tend to blame anything or anyone other than themselves.” She chuckles and touches my sore bottom. “We studied that in class, didn’t we Molly? What is this behavior called eh?”

Luckily I have excellent memories about these things. “It’s called attribution errors, Tessa ma’am.”

“Very good. Can you explain what it means please?” She is grilling me like I have a test tomorrow!

“It means we, er… brats tend to overestimate situational or external factors to cover, er… to explain their less than desirable behavior.”

Haha I’m good at retaining useless information.

“Very good babe.” Tessa bends down and plants a kiss on my lower back and examines her handiwork. “Wish my lines were straight like yours, Di.”

Di comes over and rubs my bottom. “They look great, Tess. You’re such a natural. Molly darling, that was half a dozen done.” She asks me, “Now tell me, young lady, have you been properly disciplined or would you need more licks?”

Her question sends a tingling shiver that rises up along my spine.

My bottom is sore, but will I pass a slappy golden opportunity like this?! Not in a million years.

Tessa knows me well. “More of course, right Mo?”

I want to feign reluctance but it’s too hard. So I simply squeal my delighted consent.

Tess measures and fusses over my bottom. “Got to line them up parallel to those.”

THWACK! THWACK! Two quick blows hit in succession on one cheek each. I hold my breath until the searing pain subsides. “Phew.”

A thankful pause. More measuring and fussing over my backside by my toppy girlfriend. THUMP! THUMP! Two more swift strikes land on my cheeks. I stamp my feet to disperse the searing pain. Tess rubs my burning orbs.

“Okay, last two. Let me try to make them 90 degrees to the others. What do you think, Di?” Tessa is moving the stick around on my cheeks, gauging her aim.

“Brilliant idea!” Diana encourages enthusiastically. A bit too keen, in my humble opinion!

I prepare myself for the last two smacks. Head down, eyes shut and breath held in.

They come in quick succession, mercifully.


“Wow, beautiful strikes, Tess!” Diana gently touches the spots. She reaches for her phone and aims it at my quivering behind. A quick snap and she shows it to me.

“See how stunning the lines are, Molly.” She enthuses, enlarging the picture for me to see.

Staring at me is a ripe peach and on each side of the crack, there are horizontal raised red lines crossed by a vertical one. Stunning, yes, and picture perfect, if I may say so myself. Grinning ear to ear, I slowly pull myself up.

Best Boxing Day ever!

Tessa’s adrenaline seems to run high, her face flushed. She helps me stand still, draws up my shorts and ruffles my hair lovingly.

“Thank you so much Di.” She buzzes, handing the baton back to Di. “It’s an amazing implement, so light and easy to swing.” She flexes her wrists a few times.

Diana takes the baton, “You’re very welcome.” She then points it at Tessa’s backside. “Speaking of which, have you decided? Here’s your last chance if you’re interested in trying the receiving end.” Her light brown eyes are sparkling, and I can see she’s sincere in her offer.

Four eyes are fixed on my girlfriend’s face.

Tess slowly licks her lower lip, her greenish gray eyes gleaming with a whiff of curiosity and adventure. After a minute, she flings her hair back over her shoulder, both thumbs raised, and declares, “Fine, why not?”

I throw myself into my love’s embrace. “Really? That’s awesome!”

Diana nods, eyes crinkling with approval. “Smart choice, Tess! I’m chuffed. Come on then.”

“Just a couple whacks though, ok? And on my shorts only.” Tess clarifies though her voice shows she’s quite excited.

“Come and bend yourself on this chair then, will you please?” Diana moves the chair closer and points at the seat.

Tessa complies. Her long arms easily reach down to let her hands rest comfortably.

“Very well, thank you. Let’s play this properly, shall we?” Diana teases and swings the baton a few times. “Now Miss Tessa?”


“Uh-uh, try again.” The tip of the baton swiftly touches the back of Tessa’s bare thigh, a reminder and a warning.

“Okayyy I’ll play.” Tess huffs. “Yes, MA’AM?”

My girlfriend is such a quick learner!

“That’s better.” Di ignores Tessa’s dramatic exaggeration. She clears her throat. “Now when you said to Molly a while ago that she was solely responsible on the beach, I beg to disagree.”

I know what’s coming.

“How so?” Tess grunts out a question of her own.

“Because you also contributed to the red bottom on the beach, wouldn’t you say?” Diana still sounds playful but her tone takes on a more serious note than before.

“I … um” Tessa bites her tongue.

“Um is exactly right.” Diana points out. “Now please tell me why you’re also responsible, Miss Tess.”

“Can’t think of why I AM, ma’am.” Tess winks at me. She can be bratty, my Tess. She always claims she learns from the best!

Diana narrows her eyes, moves to Tessa’s side and raises her arm. WHACK! It hits the meatiest part of both cheeks.

“Holy f**k. That hurt!” Tessa’s hand flies back to rub her bottom.

“I know right?” I chime in sympathetically. “And you have shorts on too!”

Diana plays the top persona perfectly. She orders in a mock stern tone. “Now try again, Miss Tessa.”

“Geez, alright. Because I’m the one who spanked Molly, with a good reason I might add, and then let her go to the beach with only a dodgy towel to cover her red bottom. Happy now?”

“Correct answer,” Diana confirms delightedly. “But wrong attitude! And that calls for another jolly good whack.” She moves to the other side of Tess and swings her arm upwards. The baton then comes down in a straight line covering the same spot as the first one. WHACK!

Tessa whips around, rubbing her bottom vigorously. “God, that baton IS lethal. You were right Mo.” She pulls herself upright. “All right I’m done.”

“Not so fast, missy!” Diana gestures for her to stay put. “That swearing has earned you another lick.” Di’s voice is playful but firm. “You wouldn’t allow Molly to swear during a spanking, would you now?” She winks at me and the freckles on her nose dance merrily.

“No, she wouldn’t,” I try my best to be helpful, grinning to myself.

“Haha, very funny, both of you.” Tess glares at me and Di, but complies and returns to the proper position.

Di carefully aims and delivers the last WHACK!


Tess rises to stand straight, rubbing her bottom. The seats of her shorts are creased from being massaged so vigorously. She gives Diana a big hug. “Thanks, Di. That was a first for me, very memorable.”

“My pleasure darling. I’m glad you decided to try. It wasn’t too bad, was it?” Di’s mouth turns upwards into a big grin.

“Are you kidding me?” Tessa snorts and continues to rub her bottom. She addresses me teasingly, with a big smirk on her face, “Looks like we are NOT gonna switch anytime soon, sorry Mo.”

“Fine by me.” I glare at my toppy girlfriend with a big silly smirk of my own.


Soft Xmas music is still playing. Tessa sits down on the couch. I’m sprawled next to her in prone position with my chin resting on her thigh and my feet curled upwards dangling. Diana is sitting in the loveseat across from us. She reaches into her clutch bag and magically retrieves three small little flasks.

“Now for the post spanking tipple.” Di hands two over to me and Tess.

We inspect the little bottles. They are the kind that airlines serve on international flights.

“Haha, naughty of me, I know.” Di explains, her golden brown eyes glinting with a flicker of mischief. “I asked for extras on the plane.”

I open the teeny flask and take a small swig, the tart liquid waltzing down my throat, refreshing.

“Don’t have Tim Tam with me, sorry girls. BUT here,” she produces a packet of Jaffa Cakes.

“Oh I love those!” I whoop. The quintessential British cookies are featured by a round soft cookie covered by a layer of orange jelly on one side, that is further layered by a thin coat of chocolate. One of my favorites.

The music has picked up volume. A male voice is belting out: “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town.”

“Ah …” Diana sips from the little flask and relaxes her body. “This is one of the best Boxing Days I’ve ever had!” She leans into the back of the loveseat and puts her feet up on the ottoman. “Thank you heaps for letting me play, ladies. Sara and I haven’t had much chance to play since Mags was born.” Her soft face is animated, brimming with genuine feelings.

“You are very welcome, Di. We had so much fun too, didn’t we, Molly?” Tess reaches for my backside and pats gently.

I nod vigorously.

Tessa clears her throat and her signature intense gaze falls on Diana. “Um so … Di, you said you lifted those drinks from the aircraft?”

“What? How do you mean?” Di asks, a small furrow around her eyes.

Tessa narrows her gaze. “Well, you said yourself that those drinks were taken from the plane.” Her tone is even but her gaze is unyielding.

I realize what Tessa is doing before Di does. I wink approvingly at my toppy girlfriend and she returns with one of her own.

“Yep, so?” Comprehension descents on Di’s expressive face. Her pale brown eyes roam Tessa’s face slowly and expectantly.

“Gee, Di. I dunno. Maybe it’s a spankable offense, would you say?” Tessa says playfully.

Diana’s eyes turn into two sparkling moons.

I perk up and put in helpfully in a squeak. “Oh yeah, absolutely ‘cause it’s like shoplifting, right?” My excitement is palpable.

Diana’s face breaks into a wide grin, showing a few creases in the corners of her eyes. “What do you have in mind, Tess?” She pulls herself away from the back of the loveseat and plants her feet on the floor, returning Tessa’s gaze with curiosity and expectation.

Grinning from ear to ear, Tess replies, “Well, I thought I’d return the favor. Where’s that baton?”

Di gives it over to Tess with a quivering hand.

“Thank you,” Tess places it next to her on the couch.

“I say we start with a nice warm-up and then move on to the baton, what do you think, Miss Diana?” Tess slips into her authoritative tone.

“Your call, ma’am,” Di replies meekly in a low voice, her eyes looking down.

Wow, the woman can act all right!

Tess nudges me and helps me get off the couch. “Would you please swap places with Di? Thank you.”

I’m now perched on the loveseat watching the two adorable tops play.

“Tell me why you are over my knee getting a bare bottomed spanking, Miss Di.” Tess orders.

The prone woman wiggles her upended plumpish derrière. “Um, for the tipple, ma’am?”

Tess tries hard not to laugh. “Yes, what about the tipple? Please be more specific.”

“Em, for illegally obtaining it from the airline?” Di teases.

“Exactly! It was akin to shoplifting really.” Tessa raises her hand and lands a sound whop on Di’s behind.

“Ow, that hurt!” Di rubs her bottom. “What, you’ve got hands of steel?”

SLAP! A second sharp spank is expertly delivered.

I cringe and Di yelps.

Tess flexes her hand. “Yes, you’re lucky Di. I play volleyball and my hands, let’s just say your bottom is in for a sound … treat … correction I mean.” She turns to me, “Isn’t that right, Mo?”

I love it when my girlfriend flaunts her tough hands.

Diana shivers. “Yes, ma’am, I was very naughty stealing alcohol from the plane. I deserve a proper correction.”

“Okey dokey, here we go then.” Tess shifts her legs, slightly raising the bare bottom on her knee and starts raining down sharp smacks earnestly.

“Santa Clause Is Coming to Town.”

Tessa’s slaps and Diana’s squeals are in perfect sync with the music.

My eye lids start to feel heavy. The mixed sounds, cool liquor, rich and sweet starch, and delightful aching of my spanked bottom, they all threaten to lull me to sleep. The last thing I remember dancing in front of me is Tessa swinging her arm and her hand landing on Diana’s jiggling bottom, both women giggling hard.


In my blissful slumber I hear Diana bend over and kiss me goodbye on the forehead. She quietly lays down something on my chest, “Keep it Mo, my Boxing Day pressie to you both.” Her voice floats away.

I yawn and rub my eyes half open, catching a sliver of the rosewood handle winking up at me.




This story is part of the Annual Christmas Exchange on Alyx’s blog here


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Rosy-Cheeked Christmas

Woohoo, my first Christmas away from home, alone with Tessa, in sunny Cancún to boot. A spectacular holiday break from the frozen Midwest.

“You’ve been grinning ever since we got here, Mo.” Tessa observes, eyeing me with an amused expression.

“I know!” I hug her and kiss her. “Thank you for bringing me to this awesome place, Tess!” I gush. The hotel room is spacious, not to mention a mini Christmas tree by the window and a pot of bright red poinsettia on the coffee table.

Christmas morning, I wake up at 7 o’clock sharp. All is quiet but the excitement is winding its way over my body making it impossible to get back to sleep.

I turn to look at my sleeping beauty of a girlfriend. She looks so angelic and peaceful, her breathing rhythmic and content.

Against my better judgement, I poke her and whisper in her ear, “You awake honey?”

“Huh?” Her eyes barely open, “No. What time is it, baby?”

“Umm … time to wake up and open pressies!” I kiss her softly on the nose.

“Another hour, sweetie.” Tessa turns to her side and falls back to sleep.

Ah, the empty champagne bottle on the night table reminds me that we did stay up late last night, playing with each other’s body. But still.

“Another hour?” I get into a pouting mood. “What am I supposed to do?”

Tessa is snoring ever so slightly.

I sigh and grab my phone and start texting Merry Christmas to my family and friends, just to kill time. Then I go to Youtube to watch my favorite Root and Shaw love scenes for the 20th time. I watch the re-runs just to see these two hot sexy women.

An hour passes. Time to get Tessa up.

“Tess,” I straddle her legs, shaking her a bit. “Time to wake up.”

She stirs but her eyes are still closed.

“C’mon Tess.” I beg.

She’s motionless.

Clearly she needs help waking up.

I look around the room and my eyes catch the little bucket sitting on top of the fridge. I smirk.

Crawling off of her, I grab the bucket, and quietly slip out of the room.

The ice machine is at the end of the long corridor. The place is deserted at this time and I can hear my flip-flop on the floor.

I come back to the room with the bucket full. Picking up one single cube of ice, I gingerly toss it into Tessa’s PJ top before tiptoeing into the bathroom and locking the door.

Let the show begin!

Less than two seconds later, a screech pierces the room and I’m afraid it’s gonna shatter the glass windows.

I, of course, am doubled over on the bathroom floor, holding my breath.

A firm knock on the door. “Molly, open this door RIGHT NOW.”

“Aw sweetie,” I manage to stop laughing and catch my breath. “Merry Xmas to ya too.”

A groan. “Merry Xmas, honey.” A sigh and a pause. “And now I’m gonna count to three, … ONE-”

I’m pretty sure she’s rolling her eyes too.

I slowly unlock the door. Tessa looks wide awake with pursed lips, no trace of sleepiness on her face. Great, the ice did the trick! I act completely innocent and delightedly fling myself into her arms.

“Pressie time?” I ask with the cutest puppy face I can muster.

She hugs me and then peels me away to an arm’s length. Looking at me with an incredulous expression, Tessa snorts, “Uh-huh,” shaking her head.

Instead, she grasps my hand and walks over to the bed. She sits down and pulls me easily over her knee. I pretend to protest by wiggling my hip and kicking my feet. “Hey, whatcha doing, Tess?”

“You asked for it.” She says in a mock exasperated tone and flexes her hand.

“Aw, isn’t it too early for a spanking?” I tease her. “You haven’t had your coffee yet.”

“It’s true I need my coffee.” Tessa concedes. “But I better take care of your naughty bottom before it gets itself into more trouble!” She says emphatically while pulling up my over-sized t shirt, revealing a bare bottom.

Don’t remember what happened to my underwear last night.

“But it’s Christmas! You can’t possibly spank me on Christmas!” I kick my feet some more.


“Settle down,” Tessa gives a sharp spank to my cheeks, “Stop kicking.” She rubs my bottom in a circular motion. “This is exactly what we need on Christmas morning! Painting a pale bottom red,” SPANK! “to match the poinsettia over there!” She smirks.

“Ouch, that hurts.” I whine and wiggle my butt.

“Good. That’s the point.” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

I can feel my cheeks bounce at each formidable smack. The sting starts to build. I try to wiggle myself off her knee.

“Don’t even think about it, Mo.” Tessa warns sternly, holding me fast. “Besides, you asked for it.” She leans down and purrs in my ear.

“Bu-but how else was I going to help you wake up?” Despite my precarious position, my cheekiness gets the best of me.

Tessa bursts out laughing. “You are such a naughty brat, Mo.” SMACK!

What can I say? Maybe I’m a natural, born that way. Haha.

A volley of stinging swats land on my tender buttocks. “This is what you wanted, Mo, isn’t it?”

“Um … no.” I smirk. “You are lucky I didn’t dump the whole bucket … Ouchy.”

Two particularly sharp smacks hit my sit spots, one on each. I arch my back, howling.

“If you did that, my dear brat,” Tess asks, “do you know what would happen?”


“There wouldn’t be a bottom left on you after I was done!” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I holler some more.

That’s an image I don’t really fancy to see, but I love it when my girlfriend acts this way, stern and toppy.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry, Tess.” My butt is smarting a tad more than I can handle now.

“How sorry?”

“Very.” I move my hand to rub my sore bottom. She stops me.

“You promise to behave from now on?” Her question is followed by repeated palm blows on my sore backside. “Never, ever do that again, you hear me, Molly?”

“Ow. Yes, I’ll be good, I promise.” I start to sniffle.

She delivers another dozen or so hard swats before slowing down to small pats. She fondles my cheeks, clearly pleased with her handiwork. “Nice color,” she chuckles.

She pulls me up and says, “Go stand next to the poinsettia, bottom up. Let me take a picture.” She whips out her cell phone.

I comply obediently.

“Here, Mo.” She shows me the picture of my red bum next to the red flower. “What do ya think? Close enough?”

Before I can give my opinion, she announces, “I think we need to make your bottom a bit more red.”

“Noooo.” I’m groaning and whining as she pulls me over her knee again and gifts my smarting bottom another round of hard smacks, spreading them evenly on both cheeks.

“Now there.” She stops. “A perfect match, I think.” She takes another picture.

“Gee thanks, Tess.” I rub my butt vigorously. “Can we open pressies now?”

She pauses. “Well, you’ve already received your first pressie,” she massages my tender cheeks emphatically. Then she stands me up and tells me we’ll go to the beach first and then come back to open presents.

Ostensibly not to reward bratty behavior, I guess.

I want to argue but seeing her determined expression, I keep my mouth shut and nod my compliance. My toppy girlfriend smiles approvingly.

I walk over to the ice bucket and scoop out two cubes, one in each hand. They feel so good on my stinging cheeks. Tessa chuckles and kisses me on the nose.

After a quick cup of coffee, we change into our bikinis, wrap some towels around and pad to the beach.

It’s a crisp clear morning but the sun is already half way up. The ocean breeze is gentle and soothing, and the water is as blue as the sky so when you look out into the horizon, you almost can’t tell them apart. I pick up a handful of sand and it feels so soft and silky like it could melt in my hand at any time.

Looking around I see a few tourists here and there, but the crowd is clearly not out yet.

I lie face down on the soft towel and make sure to put another towel on my back covering the middle section all the way down to my thigh. Tessa snuggles into a beach chair with “The Woman in Cabin 10” by Ruth Ware. My lovely girlfriend is such a fan of the British author that I in fact got her Ware’s new book “The Lying Game” waiting under the tree.

The quiet and gentle ocean waves make me drowsy and I close my eyes.

“Excuse me.” A high pitched voice brings me back from the throes of a deep snooze. Rubbing eyes, I reluctantly lift my head. Wow, the sun is fully risen and the wind has picked up a lot. It blows a damp, sweet and salty ocean scent into my face and neck. There are a lot more people now on the beach, families sprawling out everywhere.

Tracing the voice, I turn to see a little girl tugging on Tessa’s arm. Her golden ponytail sways gently in the bright sun.

“Yes sweetie?” Tessa lays down her book.

“What’s your name?” The girl looks about 5 or 6, and has a cute freckled face.

“I’m Tessa. What’s yours?”

“Maggie. You can call me Mags.” She has an accent I can’t quite place. British? Australian?

“Hi Mags.” Tessa offers her hand, all smiles. “Nice to meet you, Mags, and Merry Christmas.”

“Same here, Tessa.” Mags points at me. “Is that your sister?”

“No, that’s my girlfriend, Molly.” Tessa waves at me and I wave back, squinting.

“Was she naughty?” Mags demands to know, her button nose wrinkling.

“Huh? Naughty? Um…” Tessa suddenly starts to stutter. “Wh-why did you ask?”

“Cos she’s got a red bottie! Did she get spanked?” Her tone shows she’s very intrigued.


I whip my head around discovering my blazing red bottom glowing gloriously in the shining sunlight, half of the towel blown off my body by the wind obviously. Oh God! How many people have seen my rosy bum on display?! Now red-faced as well, I hastily pull the towel over my bottom before turning back to see my toppy girlfriend caught off guard, her face almost as red as mine. I cross my arms in front of my face and rest my head down on them.

Good luck Tess, I snicker.

“Um… yes, but, well, see Mags, …” Tessa is trying really hard to answer the curious little girl’s question. “Sometimes … um-”

“Darling,” a woman’s voice rushes over. “Are you bothering this young lady?”

“Mummy,” Mags sounds excited. “Molly got spanked. I saw her red bottie!” I have no doubt she’s pointing right at me and so I stay face down, motionless. After a few seconds when I’m sure they are not looking at me anymore, I open one eye and watch through the gap between my arms. The woman looks like in her mid to late thirties with a pleasant open face, freckles dotting her nose. She seems surprised by her daughter’s explanation and turns to Tessa with an inquiring look.

“Um I’m very sorry,” she apologizes. “But Mags here does have a very imaginative mind sometimes.”

“Well,” Tessa stutters again. “Mags didn’t … well, she didn’t exactly imagine …”

I’m enjoying this moment tremendously.

The woman’s eyebrows rise, making her eyes look like from those anime characters. She looks in my direction again and back to Tessa, and slowly her face takes on a fascinated mirth and her lips curve up into a knowing grin.

Turning her face away from her daughter, the woman ventures in a whisper, looking Tessa in the eye. “Spanko?”

I pipe up. This is unbelievable!

Tessa locks her eyes with the woman and nods shyly. Mags looks curiously at her mom and then Tessa. She probably realizes that something has transpired between them and an understanding of sort has been reached.

“Me too,” the woman tilts her head, her face growing animated.

I slowly pull myself up, making sure the towel is securely tied around my middle section.

“Hi, I’m Molly. Nice to meet you.” I extend my hand to the woman and then to Mags.

“Oh hi. I’m Di, Diana. Nice to meet you and Happy Christmas.”

Yeah, the British say happy Xmas instead of merry Xmas.

Before Mags can open her mouth and ask me any questions that are tricky to answer, Diana takes her daughter’s hand and makes to leave. She turns back and waves at us, her face flushed: “Hope to see you ladies around. We’re in Room 388. What’s yours?”

I look at Tessa and she nods. “We are in 918. Come visit if you wanna.” I wink at Diana with an inviting smile.

“Ya bet!” She blows us an excited kiss before disappearing into the crowds.

I cuddle up to Tessa and burrow myself into her neck. She wraps her arm around my waist and gently pinches my bottom.

Pretty sure this is not the end of our encounter with Diana.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story is part of Alyx’s Christmas Gift Exchange here. There are more stories there!

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F/F Spanking Anthology is here!

News Flash: the baby is out! 🙂

A total of 14 f/f spanking stories in one book! Full of sizzling romance and stingyly hot spanks including my little story “Hotel Sakura” featuring Neela. Weekend can’t come sooner so I can curl up and enjoy reading all the stories in the book!

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Thank you always for your support and feel free to comment.


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New F/F Spanking eBook!

Hello dear readers:

Alyx Rancher, the veteran writer of ff spanking genre and our beloved mayor of Global Village, has published a new book Super Top. It features a formidable ENGLISH professional Top who goes around helping other tops deal with their brats! *bg* Sounds wonderful and delicious to any spankos right? IT IS. There are THREE stories in the series. You can get it here on Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074M9QQSF



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