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Asmon rolls his eyes and dips down to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. Why does it always end this way? I pummel his back, begging him to let me go, knowing that he never will.

"I have to help Kris. You can't take me yet."

"I got it from here doll face."

Indignant, I push up on Asmon and struggle a bit, trying to break free. "Don't you dare act like I didn't just hand this to you! You wouldn't have known anything if it wasn't for me."

"Uh huh."

"Don't sweat it babe," Asmon chuckles, "It's par for the course."

"Santa was sabotaged, Christmas could be in danger, and you're cracking jokes?"

Asmon freezes. "Is this true Kris?"

He sighs. "That's what it's looking like. But seriously. I got it from here. It looks like hers is the only name that was swapped. This isn't a full glitch."

"We'll discuss this after I'm done taking care of my naughty mate."

As he strides out the door, I slump further onto Asmon's shoulder, soaking in his warmth. My ease is soon disrupted with a resounding smack on my ass. Yelping, I flinch in his grip, but he just holds me tighter.

"Did I not say to stay in the room?"

"To be fair, what you actually said was, 'don't leave the room.'"

Wrong response. His hand comes crashing down on the other cheek, setting my body on fire.

"All right little miss smart ass. We'll see if you're still like this after a real punishment from me."

I hesitate, unsure if I want a "real punishment." What have all those other punishments been? Love taps? I don't have to wait long to find out. Sooner than I like, he strides into the room and dumps me on the bed.

"Strip."

He turns around and heads to the door, making sure to lock it. I don't even hesitate. Pulling my top off, I toss it onto the floor followed by my pajama pants. Standing in front of him, I suck in a breath at his heated glare. My nipples pebble under his gaze. Feeling a touch self-conscious, I raise up my arm to cover my chest.

"Oh, we're way beyond that. Drop your arm, turn around, and place your hands on the bed."

I do as I'm told, fear and arousal flowing through me. Moisture already gathers down below, setting my cheeks to blazing. Even now he still has this power over me. Shuffling over, he sticks his foot in between mine and knocks them out wider. I have to lower my body even further to keep from toppling over. From here, my ass is high in the air, my pussy bare to his gaze. The cool air wisps across my heated flesh, making me shiver.

"Point your toes in."

Once he's satisfied with my position, he walks away. All I can hear is him rummaging through something before an odd clacking sound breaks the silence. He walks back over to me and tosses what looks like a bundle of twigs all wrapped up at one end and splayed open at the other.

"I'll be honest, I haven't used these in decades." He picks them up and smack them against his palm. "Lucky for you, they're about to make a comeback."

Before I can think, he brings them down on my ass. Shrieking, I try to clench and lessen the pain; however, the way my feet are positioned, I'm shit out of luck. The sting lights along my skin before settling down into a dull warmth. It feels like his cane only a bit worse. The multiple branches mean multiple points of contact.

"Did I not tell you to not leave the room?"

Whack! The pain brings pinpricks of tears to my eyes. I fist the blanket as I ride out the wave, willing it to morph into something more sexual.

"Yes Sir."

"And did you obey me?"

Whack! I squeak and lift onto my toes. The lines start to overlap sending tendrils of pain through my entire ass. Tears gather at my eyes as the sting takes longer and longer to change into something more pleasurable.

"No Sir."