T'was The Night Before
Christmas and Santa would
Spank My Bare Ass
(Christmas
and my ass
was grass)
Adapted by Ron J
It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my boyfriend, 'the louse'.
My panties and his note were hung by the chimney with care,
Now no hope as bad girl. St. Nicholas would spank me bare.
The boyfriend was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of my soon red bum danced in his head;
With me with only a kerchief and a red ball cap,
to settle down for a long stay across Santa's lap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to the window my hands flew back like a flash,
Tearing open the shutters, I kept my hands on my ass.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of midday, to the objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny little dears.
With the little old spanker, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must unfortunately be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles with his little dears came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them a name:
"Now, Lash her! Now, Spank her!, Now cane her, the Vixen!
Oh, Come on now!, stupid, no wonder she's kibitzing!
I'll spank her on the porch! or against the wall!
I'll lash away! lash away! My strap will soon fall!!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the housetop the little dears they flew,
With a sleigh full of spanking toys, and St. Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard now up on the roof,
The prancing of dear ladies spanked for each goof.
As I drew in my head, and turning my bum around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of spanking toys, he had flung on his back,
And he looked like any spanker just about ready to smack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
My cheeks would soon be like roses, or even cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The new strap package, he held before me, as I gritted my teeth,
Knowing soon the strap would encircled my bare bum beneath.
With me across his broad lap laying on my little round belly,
I shook when he laughed, my cheeks would soon turn to jelly.
My bum was pleasantly plump --ready to a get a jolly good strapping,
And I died when I saw the big thick strap he was now unwrapping
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had a lot to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Pulled down my stockings; then my panties with a jerk,
And laying his hand aside, the strap he did pose,
And giving a nod, up and down it came till my bum's color rose;
He sprang to my thighs and that strap did whistle,
My bum was as so sore, like sitting all day on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, be good or I'll spank every night!"