The Christmas Brat: Spanked by Santa

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He also knew, based on experience, that he’d be allowed to hug TK before his boyfriend served his own time in the corner.

Because unlike his bratty boyfriend, he knew better than to antagonize the man about to spank them both. We haven’t been checked into our room for more than fifteen minutes and my bratty ass is burning a hole in his soul and undoubtedly making his fingers tingle. Carlos knew he wasn't proving the point he wanted to be when he said, “I don't think it's fair to put me on the same level as TK. To be honest none of this went through my mind at the time, because although I hadn’t stopped to decide anything it was pretty clear that I was going to obey my uncle. Otherwise, you’re just going to keep falling into a pattern of self-sabotage…and that’s not where you want to be.It means you’ve probably got a self-sabotaging voice in your head that’s constantly seeking a reason to get the fuck out of whatever situation you’re in…even if it’s a healthy one. He pulled open a drawer and without looking he put his hand inside and delved about, within moments the hand emerged clutching a large wooden brush. He doesn’t have me question my worth every other week, it’s not these big highs and these like…grandiose, spectacular moments, followed by these huge lows…It was so foreign that I was convinced that this was NOT it.

We have full time staff that screen videos all day, as well as Image Recognition Technology that assist in age identification.Love the way you act like such a good boy, bending over for your spanking, then let your undies sass me without you needing to say a word. And that’s the main purpose of this podcast…yes, unf*ck your relationships, but mostly it’s like, unf*ck the relationship you have with yourself…for me, to love yourself is to accept every part of yourself. But despite being ready to spank his boyfriend himself at least half a dozen times in the last twelve hours, he found all his peacemaking instincts triggered and instead stood up before anyone else could chime in. Going from living on an amusement park ride to puttering down the street is gonna feel slow and boring as hell at first, but the bumps in the road are going to be a whole lot kinder to your poor nervous system than a plunge from the fucking sky. And he knew he shouldn’t, he knew Quinn would scold him for it, but it had to be said- “Don’t even pretend I don’t have a picture of you on Santa’s lap at the station, grinning like a maniac.