For some reason, Krampus had used hazel switches to craft this bundle rather than his usual preference for birches. There sat the piece of chocolate but it wasn't solid anymore, it melted all over the white leather seats. Watching frozen" I said pointing to the tv trying to lie but my face turned red so it didn't really work.

She let out a deep breath that trailed off into a moan, her hands relaxed and rested at her sides, palms upturned, and she seemed to sink into the mattress in defeat. Perhaps unconsciously wanting to avoid mother’s lap for as long as possible, she settled down on her father’s lap, but all three nuzzled together and enjoyed the sight of the Christmas tree for a few peaceful minutes.After 75 spanks, her legs and arms squirmed involuntarily, but she resolutely kept them away from her bottom. com, the Sell on Etsy app, and the Etsy app, as well as the electricity that powers Etsy’s global offices and employees working remotely from home in the US. Two weeks before Christmas day, and she’d consumed each day’s worth of chocolate nugget until the twenty-second.

She falls asleep on Christmas Eve, while watching her favourite Christmas movie and dreams about being visited by Scrooge and three other ghosts from her life who help her to discover that she loves to be spanked. Both were halfway through their fifth or sixth Christmas cookie, a bowl with the rest of them sitting on the couch between the two. During the night, Gretchen dreamed of Krampus taking her away and spanking her with his terrible birches, but she also dreamed of Santa Claus and her mutter and vater coming to rescue her.This book is very loosely based on the Dickens novel “A Christmas Carol” and it is about Carol Hutchinson who has loved Christmas since she was at school. Yes, although I’d wager she’s getting a safe and sound spanking right about now, if her parents have any sense! A rap-tap-tap at the door announced Gertrude’s arrival, and Gretchen’s hands flew away from her bottom and into position. fiercely independent and absurdly good, one reviewer aptly described them as "a roots-rock riddle, nestled in a satirical Vaudeville enigma, packaged in an old-timey radio-show puzzle and slathered with hippie-fried mystery sauce.