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I pouted. I was too!
She wasn’t being fair. Her perfectly manicured auburn eyebrow shot up.
I looked away and scowled at the world outside. The traffic finally lurched forward and pulled Ma’am’s attention away from me and back onto the packed highway in front of us. I crossed my arms and focused on the slowly passing city outside my window. All I want for Christmas played softly on the radio filling the silence we both had been dropped into.
“Little bit, you would be disappointed if I told you what I got you for Christmas as it wouldn’t be a surprise. You only have four more days to wait and then you will know. Surely you won’t combust before then. So. stop the pouting.”
She was right, but I couldn’t help but allow my bottom lip to poke out further as I whined, “But ma’am! You know I don’t like surprises.”
“Again, you will be okay. I promise.” I caught the slight eye roll she gave me and couldn’t help but to return it. When we fully stopped again, at the next red light her hand left the steering wheel and popped my thigh.
“I saw that little eye roll. Do you know how much of a brat you have been today?” Her tone held a warning. A warning that I knew too well. If you don’t behave I’ll encourage you to behave.
“Well, ma’am… you wouldn’t know what to do with me otherwise.” Ma’am’s blue eyes gave me a quick look before turning back to the road.
Okay, I suppose I should cool it with the brattiness. She did warn me twice and even swatted me once while shopping and at lunch. I was itching to know what she got in a very discreet, but recognizable package. From experience, I knew those long triangle shaped boxes where almost always from Ma’am’s favorite implement stop. However, I wasn’t going to mention that I had seen her sneak it upstairs last weekend… or that I had tried to find it.
I felt my bottom tingled thinking of what she would do if she found out that tad bit. Even though she warned me to stop bugging her about what she had got me for Christmas surely there had to be a way for me to find out what was in that special box before the big day. I needed to know just in case it needed to conveniently disappear for a while, but time was quickly running out. I had to act.
“Ma’am, can I come to your house tonight? I just want to be with you.” Ma’am didn’t take her eyes from in front of her, but I could see the edge of her smile.
“Of course, little bit. You never even have to ask.”
“Thanks. I hate being alone.”
I smiled a little in return and reached to turn up the music. I had found my way into her house without raising suspicions. I was like a spy. A bratty spy but a spy none the less. I was going to find that package and get rid of it if necessary.
Ma’am followed me into her bedroom and pointed at the bed. “Sit. Watch a Christmas movie or something. I won’t be long in the shower. Then you and I will make some hot cocoa and chat about what plans we have next week.” I huffed a bit, but did what she bid and hopped onto her bed and snuggled among the dozen pillows. We had come home and unloaded the car. She said she felt sticky from the coffee she had spilled all over herself earlier so she wanted a shower. So, here we were. Her wanting to shower, but also wanting to ‘keep an eye’ on me while she did.
I didn’t bother turning the TV on instead I snuggled comfortably among her pillows breathing in her perfume.
“You behave while I’m in the shower. You’ve been awfully bratty today. I’m watching you, young lady.”
The door to the bathroom quietly clicked closed behind Ma’am and the water turned on in the shower. I didn’t move or breathe for several minutes waiting as still as possible to see if Ma’am would come back out for something she might have forgotten.
“She must not be coming back.” I muttered, to the empty room. I carefully stood hoping the mattress under me wouldn’t squeak and alert Ma’am that I was up to something. As soon as I had two feet on the floor I knelt on the soft carpet beside her bed. Leaning down I scanned the far back dark corners under the bed but spotted nothing. Frowning, I got back upright and decided the closet was the next best bet. I crept to the door of her closet and twisted the knob completely to the right while holding my breath. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I softly pushed the door open just as I peered over my shoulder checking for any signs of change in the bathroom.
The inside of her closet was just as immaculate as the rest of her house. Every piece of clothing neatly hung or folded and color coordinated. A row of hampers was along the back wall surely all color coordinated as well. Boots all aligned on the right which wasn’t surprising as that’s all I’d ever seen her wear. Shaking my head and the guilty feeling of being in her space I allowed the door to open fully and rest against the wall.
At first, I didn’t see any boxes at all, which was odd, because I knew she had to be hiding gifts of some sort. But there was cabinets and drawers around the room perhaps something was stashed there. Otherwise, where could she be hiding them?
I went to the first dresser two feet into the room. Carefully I slid the cherry finished drawer out part of the way only to reveal stacks of t-shirts folded and sorted by rows of color. I found myself shaking my head at my top. So meticulous. Silently I pushed that drawer back in and moved to the next one down. Again I found much of the same, rows of neatly folded PJ bottoms sorted by color and material.
“I should ask her to come organize my closet for goodness sake.” I pushed the second drawer back into place and scurried to the closet door peeking out. I listened carefully for the sound of water still running in the shower. Thankfully I would still have some time to search.
As I turned back into the closet I caught sight of a short row of implements hanging behind a winter coat against the inside wall. I stepped closer suddenly unsure if I should be testing fate. Sliding the coat away from the wall revealed three pegs that had been screwed into the wall. One peg held rattan canes of different widths and length all hanging from leather ties connected to black and red handles. The middle held various colored crops. One crop had a heart shaped tip, another was whippy in nature and the other two was what you would expect to find on the end of a crop. The third peg over gave me shivers even glancing at it. It held Ma’am’s long walnut holey paddle. At 14 inches long and 4 inches wide that piece of wood was the only implement that I had felt which was hanging up there. The holes in it made it stinger and allowed the pain to travel deeper into the bottom for a longer amount of time. Or so Ma’am had explained.
I heard the grandfather clock downstairs began to chime and shook myself out of the trance the sight of so many dangerous objects put me in. I pushed the coat back into place and glanced around the room. Which cabinet to search first?
“Probably the one in the furthest back… She uses it less, I bet.” Nodding in agreement with my sound argument I entered further into the dangerous abode of my top’s closet.
I stood in front of the tall cherry doors and considered what I was about to do once more. I felt naughty. I could be caught. I shouldn’t be snooping. I should indeed wait the few days until Christmas. But… it was like the box was pulling me! I just had to know what was in that long triangle box ma’am got a few days ago. I pulled the silver handles and swung the doors open. Inside was just what you would expect to find. The bottom shelf situated at waist height to me had stacks of pants just as tidy as the rest of the closet. Two stacks of blue jeans, one stack of black dress slacks, one stack of grey slacks, and another stack of assorted colors.
The other two shelves where much the same. Different clothing all folded and sorted all perfectly in place. However, it was the very top shelf that caught my attention. I was almost too high for me to see anything on it, but I did catch a glimpse of the corner of a white box. I stepped back from the cabinet and stood on my tip toes trying to find if that was indeed the box.
I needed to get up there. But how? Maybe if I jumped and stretched. I went back to the shelf and stood on my tip toes and reached as far as I could.
“What do you think you are doing young lady?!” I jumped and turned quickly finding Ma’am standing in the doorway of her closet with her hands on her hips. She looked pissed. Her robe was loosely tied around her body and short locks dripping wet.
“Uh oh.” I’m sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide and shocked, frozen in the place that was about to get me in trouble.
“Uh oh is right young lady. You are in more trouble than you know what to do with. So, this what you wanted to come over for? So you could snoop?” Ma’am reached inside the door and pulled the paddle from the hook. She took three steps my way. I felt my feet move away from their own accord. She stopped less than two feet from me and pointed at me with the paddle.
“Get into the bedroom and over the end of that bed. You are going to wait for me until I get dressed. Do you understand?” I nodded and felt my cheeks burn. I had never gone over her bed or anywhere but her lap before. It made me nervous and curious all at once.
“Verbal answers young lady.” Her tone was stronger than I had ever heard it. My butt was toast
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. Please don’t use the paddle! I was just-“ Ma’am closed the distance between the two of us and pulled me away from the cabinets and immediately popped me with the paddle not once but twice. I jumped as the swats flooded my cheeks with pain.
“Ma’am! That hurt!” I urgently told her. As I tried to rub the sting away with one hand.
“That was the point young lady. There is going to be more of those to come. Get in there and wait for me.” Everything in my body wanted to whine and stomp, but my already throbbing backside told me it wouldn’t be the wisest decision to make.
I pulled out of her grip and post haste made it into the bedroom and threw myself dramatically over the end of her bed. I buried my face in the covers and tried to imagine what she was going to do when she was done dressing.
Why did I do it? Why couldn’t I just wait? For goodness sakes, it was just a few more days.. I felt tears begin to prick my eyes. I was so unfair. Why did she have to come out of the shower so quickly? And why didn’t I think?
It wasn’t long before I heard Ma’am muffled footsteps behind me. I didn’t dare look back in worry that I might make her more upset. She didn’t say anything only came to stand just to my left. I felt her hand patting my upraised cheeks. I wanted to squirm under her sure touch.
“Would you like to tell me just what got into you, little bit?” Her voice was calmer now, soothing almost. It somehow made me feel even more guilty.
“I was just curious, Ma’am.” I answered, without moving from my hiding place against the bed.
“Curious about what little bit?” I groaned quietly and shrugged. My desire to hide to was ever growing. And so was the desire I felt for her just to get the swatting over with already. It was confusing, to say the least. Wanting to throw yourself over her lap and hide so you wouldn’t get spanked all at once.
“Verbal answers young lady. You have already been warned once.” Her voice hardened again. She was meaning business about me answering.
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am. I just… was looking for something?”
“Up young lady. I’ve had enough of this going round in circles.” She grabbed two belt loops and pulled me upwards before I had a chance to protest. In a moment I was standing eye to eye with Ma’am. She had dressed in a pressed navy blue button down and form-fitting blue jeans. Her hair was mostly dry as well. She looked fierce. And Toppy. The brat inside me purred and whimpered.
“You weren’t perhaps looking for your Christmas gift were you young lady?” My heart skipped a beat. Shit. What was I suppose to say? I bit my lip and tried to back away. “Oh no, you don’t, brat.” She turned, sat down on the end of her bed and brought me to stand between her knees. Her hands were at the front of my jeans and unbuttoning my pants in moments. “You are going to answer me once and for all if I have to spank you before and after the answer!” With that statement, she whisked down my jeans and panties leaving them pooled about my ankles and my most intimate parts on display. My face felt like it was on fire.
She looked up into my eyes. “This is the absolute last time I’m going to ask. What were you looking for in my closet? I squirmed under her firm stare. I broke eye contact instead finding solace in staring down to her jean-clad thighs. I had never been so embarrassed standing in front of her before. What made it somehow worse was the actual disinterest she showed in anything below my waist.
“I was looking for the Christmas presents.” I felt her fingers go under my chin and bring my face back up to her’s.
“That’s what I thought. That was a very naughty and bratty thing to do. Is there any particular reason why you did that or where you trying to get my attention?” I wanted to groan. What was I suppose to tell her? I was sorta spying one day and saw her get that package? That yes indeed wanted her attention?
“Well, ma’am… the other day? Or well… last weekend? You remember that day I was here all day?”
“Yes, little bit… you are here a lot, but I remember? What of it?”
“I spied when the person came to your door. I saw them deliver the box from the implement store… they always ship in those long triangle boxes…” Ma’am’s eyebrows shot up at this admission.
“So, it wasn’t so much wanted to know the Christmas gifts as it was you wanted to know what I ordered from SpankyRUs?” I bit my lip and began to nod before remembering her earlier threats about verbal answers.
“Yes, ma’am. I thought it was going to be for us for Christmas.. and I wanted to know what you got so I could prepare myself.” Ma’am put a warm palm on each of my bare hips reinforcing the exposed feeling I had. My stomach was a mass of butterflies fluttering.
“What made you think it was anything for either one of us?”
“I… uh… well…” Ma’am pierced her lips and stood. She took my hand in hers. She without word lead me, hobbling because of my still trapped clothes, back to the scene of the crime. She went to the dresser I had partially looked through earlier and knelt down with me standing beside her hands attempting to cover my body. She pulled out the drawer revealing a massive collection of spanking implements. Most of which I had not seen before.
“What makes you think I need any implements? In fact all those shipments you’ve seen me get from SpankyRUs? Those weren’t for me. They are for a young top I’m teaching. And for that matter, I can leave an impression on you with my hand and hairbrush.” My mouth was agape. So many things to process at once. Why… how… when… My cheeks were bright red. I felt silly now. So silly. Ma’am quickly shut the drawer and stood back up again.
“I think we have many things to discuss missy.” I couldn’t help but gulp at the ominous feeling of her words. I was toast. My bottom took that moment to develop goosebumps at the cool air of her closet and the promise of attention. It reinforced just how exposed I was standing half naked while she stood fully clothed at my side.
“I mean… no harm done right Ma’am? I didn’t find anything. Maybe we can forget this whole thing?” Ma’am shook her head and maneuvered me to her dresser. I was led face-first across the top of said dresser and held on for dear life. I didn’t have time to adjust to my new position before the back of my shirt was up and her hand was applying brisk swats across both my cheeks.
“That may be so. However, the intent is the real issue here. You intended to snoop and find what I had hidden, didn’t you?” She asked while still working my backside. She didn’t give me a chance to answer, before continuing, “Yes, you did. So, I intend to make sure you never do it again.” I groaned and squirmed from the very beginning of her swatting, and hung on for dear life as she went to work with even stronger swats.
Her hand worked back forth distributing swats. My bum didn’t say cool long as the heat built after just a few rounds. She wasn’t saying anything only intent on swatting. Her left hand was on my lower back holding me in place against the wood beneath me. I couldn’t help but begin to dance in place as she focused on one spot at a time with repeated echoing swats before she would move just a bit and repeat the exact same pattern of repeated swats.
“Tell me why snooping is naughty, little bit.” I kicked stomped my right foot as she focused on the crown on my right cheek.
“Because! Because it’s not nice to spy on the people you care about, ma’am?” She switched to my lower cheek after I answered.
“But why little bit? Why is it naughty?” I was struggling to keep hold of the back of the dresser as my cheeks turned into one flaming mass of skin. Her hand hurt! It was hard to focus on her and answer, but I did try between deep breaths.
“Because you- owww- trust… me, ma’am. And when- owie ouchhh- I snoop that breaks that trust?” I whined and answered all at once. Gosh, my backside was on fire already. I was regretting assuming the package was for us or me! And I was regretting snooping for said package!
“Correct. I want you to think about that as I finish warming you up.” I nodded vigorously. I knew I shouldn’t risk saying anything less she hear me utter a string of curse words. Her hand then began to methodically work its way from the very top of my right cheek down to my mid-thigh. The lower her hand went the more it stung. I was almost to the point of begging her to stop.
Now at mid-thigh, she worked her way back up again. Ever little piece of butt I had must have been visited a dozen times over by now. She was being relentless. I couldn’t help the owies and ows that were escaping my lips. My right side wasn’t the only one to receive this treatment! The left did as well. I was just as desperate when she moved there to work her way from top to bottom and bottom to top leaving stinging pain as she went. Finally at the top again she stopped swatting much to my relief. She took the time to cup one of my painful cheeks in her hand.
“I should make your bottom match the color of Santa’s coat shouldn’t I?” I groaned and clinched my vulnerable cheeks. She wasn’t done yet!
I swallowed the frog in my throat and quietly answered, “Whatever, you wish ma’am. But I assure you that I’ve learned my lesson!” She chuckled and released my cheek from her hold instead patting it again as she had earlier.
“I don’t think you really have yet. But I have a way to make sure you do. Why don’t you stand up for me?” My belly dropped. The paddle… she had said…no… I stood and instantly went to cover my bottom with both hands and tried my hardest not to poke my bottom lip out.
“Ma’am please… not the paddle… it hurts so much.” Ma’am pushed my messy locks behind my ear and leaned down to plant a quick kiss on my forehead.
“You were so curious as to what was in the box I’m going to show you.” I watched as she went to the still open cabinet and reach up to the top shelf and pluck the box from above. She held it out to me.
“Open it little bit.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to open the box. Not sure at all. In fact, I was positive whatever in there I wasn’t going to like the feel of on my bottom!
“But Ma’am I thought you said this was for someone else? I shouldn’t open it if it’s for someone else.”
“It was but I think you might find it interesting. Besides, that wasn’t going to stop you earlier.” She scolded giving me a look. I chewed my lip and reluctantly reached for the box. I took it from her and opened the end of it. My belly flipped when all I saw were several long rods wrapped in bubble wrap. My hands were shaking as I pulled the first rod out. I handed the box back to Ma’am and kept the bubble wrapped rod. I gulped as I pulled the tape loose allowing the bubble wrap to come off what it was protecting.
It wasn’t a cane like I suspected. Or even a crop. I really didn’t even know what it was. Sliding it fully out of its protective layering I could see a clear glass or plastic looking rod that was very thin. About the width of a wooden pencil lead. The business end was about a foot in length. It looked deadly. For my bottom at least.
Questioningly I looked up at Ma’am. She placed the box on the ground and stepped towards me carefully removing the implement from my hand. She took it and flexed it while giving me a firm look.
“This is called a naughty switch. It’s appropriately named for those brats that end up on Santa’s naughty list. It’s like a smaller, stingier version of a switch. It’s made from Lexan and it is very flexible. The rest of the box is pretty similar. Some of them have wooden knobs on the end. I think this one will do to cure you of your curiosity.” I couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of a naughty switch with wooden knobs on the end. My butt tingled uncomfortably. I shifted from foot to foot.
“I don’t think that’s necessary Ma’am. I’m still hurting from your hand.” And it did! My butt still stung from her chastisement. She flexed the naughty switch once more. The corner of her mouth turned up just a bit.
“Oh, it’s completely necessary. Now come on you. I think you just might as well bend over and touch your knees. I don’t want your bottom getting cold.” I wanted to whine. So much. She wasn’t being fair. If I had known that was in the box I wouldn’t have been anywhere near as curious! Or if I knew it wasn’t even for her.. or us… or whatever. Ma’am raised her eyebrow and pointed to my knees. I gave her my best innocent look, but she shook her head and pointed once again at my knees.
I closed my eyes and slowly bent forward and placed a palm on each knee. This position felt so exposing. I was very willingly giving her my bum to punish as she saw fit. I felt her at my side again. Her denim pants brushed my bare skin sending chills up my spine. Her arm snaked its way across my lower back and she held my right hip. The feeling of cold plastic surprised me, but nothing like what happened next.
I heard the swat before I felt it. There was a quiet whoosh thwack. Then burn. Loads of fire. I instantly stood and rubbed my cheeks frantically. And even jumped up and down That had hurt so much! I could feel a fine line raising where she had swatted.
“Ma’am!” My voice was wet with tears. My bottom was never going to forgive me for my silliness.
“Now, little bit. You think about this naughty switch every time you think of being a brat and snooping in mine or anyone else’s things.” I nodded vigorously. I didn’t want to be snoop ever again! “Okay, little bit. Hands back on knees. We aren’t done yet.” I resisted the urge to stomp my foot at the unfairness of not being done instead decided to do as she asked… at least while she was wielding such an implement. I didn’t want to test how many times she could swing such an implement.
Again, the sound of the swat was the first indication that reached my brain. It took a moment longer for me to feel it. It was somehow worse than the first. I held my breath and didn’t move hoping that if I didn’t move that it would dissipate faster. Behind closed-eyes tears began to slide down my face. Ma’am rubbed my back slowly but stayed at my side resting the naughty switch against my cheeks.
“Breathe, little bit. Don’t try to fit your reactions. I know it stings.” I nodded and let the tears come more freely. They ran down my face now as my breathing was labored and erratic. I struggled to stay with my hands on my knees. But now I wanted her to be proud of me. Gone was any feelings of brattiness or resistance.
Ma’am quietly warned me of the last swat. I willed myself to take it like a good brat, but I couldn’t. I reached back and found Ma’am’s hand on my hip and held onto it tightly. The last swat was again to my sit spots. It was harder than the rest and crossed the previous lash. It felt like the switch had seared into my backside and would remain that way forever. I wasn’t ever going to sit comfortably again.
“Owwww!” I jumped up and immediately dived into Ma’am arms. I hid against her body and cried. She pulled me into her arms and walked us awkwardly to the bed. She removed my tangled clothes and helped me to sit. She laid down and allowed me onto her chest.
I could feel the cotton of her shirt was wet with tears as I laid there and cried against her. She slowly played with my hair and rubbed the bit of my bum she could reach.
“Do you know why I spanked you, little bit?” Her voice was no longer firm, but quiet and soothing. She was holding me as close as possible and it felt nice. She was comfortable.
“Yes, Ma’am. I was naughty looking for the box or Christmas present or whatever you want to say. I was snooping. I broke your trust Ma’am. I really am sorry. I’ll not do it again. I promise.” I looked up into her blue eyes and she planted a kiss to my forehead.
“You are forgiven, little bit. I understand a brats curiosity. But I think I might have solved part of that for now at least.” Ma’am smiled and patted my sore butt. I nodded and hid against her.
“You are right. I’m not curious about anything anymore. Not curious about what is any boxes. Not curious about what you got me for Christmas either.” Ma’am chuckled and shifted us into a more comfortable position with us both laying on the bed, but her still holding me.
“I gave you what you really needed for Christmas, little bit. A firm spanking.” I wriggled at her side pressing further into her hiding my embarrassment. Maybe she was right. All a brat ever really did need for Christmas was a firm spanking. Not that I was ever going to tell her or Santa that.
If you haven’t read AlyxFic’s Xmas Exchange you should do! Many F/f spanking stories to be found over there! https://alyxfic.wordpress.com/links/
To read more about this duo go here: https://logantylerwriter.wordpress.com/category/maam-and-little-bit/
I also hope you all have had a happy and safe holiday season!
Keep it spanky – LT 🙂