I walked towards where he was sitting on the leather couch in his living room. Once I was in arms length, he pulled me towards him sharply. He quick...ly spun me around so my stomach was against his thighs and I was looking at the floor. Owen had never been so forward or aggressive towards me and I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect. I felt his hand slap my ass, making it sting. It hurt but at the same time I could feel my pussy's excitement. “I am going to do that again, and I. It swung open so fiercely that a flurry of snowflakes shoved their way in and littered the front entry. A large silhouette blocked the entry.“I know you’re in here, Stella Quest,” the intruder said, taking a step inside the cottage. The fire next to Stella magically reignited.“Who the fuck are you?” Stella said.He let out a throaty laugh as he walked into the light. In a dark and deep voice he said, “I’m Father Christmas and you’ve been on my naughty list. It’s time for your. I am going to rely on you to keep your promise not to try and take advantage of your Sister."“Only one room?” Logan is astounded. “Dad, are you telling me that Becky and I will have to share a hotel room together? That’s asking a hell of a lot of me, and I am not too sure Becky will agree to give up her privacy”, Logan groans. "Surely there are some other arrangements that can be made." The only other thing we can do is book you a room at another hotel, and I am not so sure your Mom will go. A young woman who is consumed by anxiety, especially one whose bottom has already been caned into a painful condition, may become much more cooperative if you offer her kindly advice, such as keeping her bottom still, or not clenching its cheeks, or even breathing deeply, so that the punishment may be concluded with just that degree of discomfort originally intended. I have had young women thanking me most sincerely at the conclusion of their caning, even as they were massaging their bottoms.