The Christmas Brat: Spanked by Santa

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Carlos half-expected a short lecture on all the appropriate ways to talk to his Dom, but instead Quinn just started spanking him. At this time his own sons had flown the nest and so had his wife into the arms of a much younger fellow who according to family gossip was much more fun to be around than Uncle John ever was.

You’ve been in that cycle for so long that the absence of instability can feel like a lack of other things, too. Pick up any developmental stages book, and you will quickly learn that preschoolers have their own minds, aren’t interested in your agenda and are designed to keep going at something until they have mastered it (even if you don’t prefer they do it). I’m so fucking happy that Chelsea and I got to talk this out together, and now you know how to tame a brat that you may have been doing your best to ignore. Sure, being on this end was more painful, but he’d definitely done the occasional shoulder rotation while TK was bent over his lap and couldn’t see him.

But TK had flat-out refused to cooperate, threatened to tell Quinn that Carlos was being unreasonable, and Carlos had just thrown his hands up and figured, why not let their Dom sort this shit out.

I still remember the shock I got when I pulled down my trousers and pants and pointed my bum at the bathroom mirror. And wouldn’t that be a tragedy,” Quinn agreed, and god, was he always this amused by every brat he spanked? TK giggled just as Carlos remembered the boxer briefs he’d put on this morning, a gift from said giggling boyfriend, and just drooped across Quinn’s lap. This was my time to plead forgiveness, to promise better behaviour in the future and to persuade Uncle John that he didn’t need to spank me, I had learned my lesson.Carlos was expecting the next pat, but still flinched when it was delivered with the hairbrush instead of Quinn’s hand. I wriggled this way and I writhed that way, but Uncle John had a firm grip of my middle and I wasn’t going anywhere. And honestly, Carlos knew the smartest move here was just to sit back and let himself disappear into the chaos. Uncle grunted once more with exasperation: I suspect he thought I was being insolent or some such by not speaking up. But once I started owning up to her and letting her take up space…when I started TELLING my partners that I needed space held for my brat…she became so much more than I ever thought she could be.

Quinn said, his gentle tone a direct contradiction to the stinging swats he was applying to Carlos’ sit spots. Meanwhile there was another muted giggle from the other side of the room, followed by Eliot’s voice.Chelsea put it perfectly when she said, “When I started talking about it, and when I started sharing about wanting to sabotage, and wanting to create drama, I kind of neutralized my relationship to (my brat)…It was kind of like that reel that goes like, ‘You and me, let’s form an alliance…’ and that’s what it’s like with my brat.

Carlos had heard Quinn paddle both Neal and Buck before it was his turn, and he wasn’t exactly new to the hairbrush anyway, but god, it was hard to stand here with his back to the room, knowing it was TK getting spanked. Carlos didn’t think they’d have found their way to this lifestyle without Quinn, but he couldn’t deny that it worked for them. He glared at me and his nostrils flared, it was hard not to smile because I did think he was putting it on a bit; trying to look fiercer or angrier than he genuinely was. There was a knowing look in Quinn’s eyes, but he only nodded in approval as Carlos shoved his pants down and draped himself over the man’s knee.Well, loves, before we get into learning how to tame a brat, let me tell you exactly who this badass is. He tensed in anticipation of the next swat, but it wasn’t any harder than the rest- which was to say, it hurt like hell, but didn’t feel retaliatory at all.