Mrs. Claus gets a little behind in her work
By Ron J
Things were busy here at the North Pole,
As December 24, as usual, was our goal.
We needed to have all the requests filled
So all the good children would be thrilled.
It was time to be sure everything was exactly right,
So there where no hitches, on Christmas Eve night.
I started to load the sleigh with toys for the first run.
It
was then that I noticed there was far too much fun.
Mrs. Claus was not watching, as she labeled a toy.
It was the same for the elves in our current employ.
There was too much fun, and not enough work.
I controlled myself now, from going berserk.
For when I opened a box marked for John,
The Barbie doll inside just didn't belong.
I held Mrs. Claus arm as I showed her the present
All those gifts better be changed before they're sent.
You Mrs. Claus are coming to the office with me.
You are about to take a long trip across my knee,
For a lesson I seemed to have been neglecting, I see.
But I know the exact treatment for a quick remedy.
The elves were quiet as we walked out the door.
You when out of ear shot, then started to implore,
"Please Santa please, I won't let it happen again",
Pleaded until no unused excuse, seemed to remain.
I continued to guide Mrs. Claus down the long hall.
Her feet dragging and her hand clutching for the wall.
"If you continue to struggle, we'll return to the plant,
I'll spank you then, right there, your fight to supplant."
"Then we'll come back to my office and try it again,
With your bottom feeling a lot more additional pain."
With the options she faced, Mrs. Claus was more contrite.
Preferring the lesser pain and her bare bum out of sight.
Santa then asked Mrs. Claus to get herself properly prepared.
She knew better than to defy him with a threatening dare.
"You wouldn't dare", through the years, just worked the opposite.
Santa always dared and Mrs. Claus was thereafter unable to sit
Santa's big broad lap was always very soft and fluffy.
But he always spanked, until her bum was red and puffy.
Then Santa would make her apologize to him out loud.
Not letting her up at all until she sounded less proud.
He wanted a humbled and respectful Mrs. Claus.
He would reach for the strap if she gave him cause
Santa always spanked hard bringing out her tears
But getting the strap was one of her worst fears
Santa was always golly, unless she messed with him
What a benefit it was to keep her bottom nice and trim
For Santa spanked ever last inch of her lovely exposed cheeks
Stopping only when her other cheeks, were covered in streaks
Mrs. Claus was trying to be careful to avoid the strap.
She kept her hands tucked under her, while over his lap,
So her hands didn't fly back to shield her burning butt.
Then gritted her teeth tightly, to keep her big mouth shut.
Santa would use the strap till all the fight in her was gone.
Then he would let her stand in the corner for ever so long.
Santa, as you know, always believed in giving very generously.
A trait Mrs. Claus failed to appreciate while across his knee.
Today Mrs. Claus learned her lesson well,
As her shapely red behind started to swell.
She avoided the strap by curbing her tongue,
Co-operating till her spanking her was done.
She hated to have to rub her spanked bottom.
But after today's spanking, she fought it some
With Santa strutting her right back to the plant
She felt the sting, only a quick rub could supplant
As her red cheeks rubbed against her skirt,
It rekindled the fire, emphasizing the hurt.
But Mrs. Claus, her sore bottom and all,
Did make it back to work, to do the recall.
She made sure this time each gift was prepared right,
So they would be no red faces after Christmas night.
The red-hot fire in her bottom, she did not want to be rekindled.
She worked feverishly, thru the night, as the hours dwindled.
With the extra incentive, Mrs. Claus got it all done,
So Santa could take off and deliver the kid's fun.
The elves said nothing about the change from her previous ways.
But did notice her sneak a bum rub when they glanced sideways.
While Santa would be up all night delivering with care,
Mrs. Claus would be sleeping with her bum in the air.
For Santa Claus knew how to make all the cheeks rose.
And the exact way keep Mrs. Claus now on her toes.