A Christmas Movie Spanking

One of my favorite Christmas movies is the old, old stop-animated Rudolph with the little elf who thinks he doesn’t fit in anywhere.  I love the little abominable snowman.  I scare easily, and this is one of the few movies I can watch without having to turn off the volume.

As I’ve been attacking the clutter and dirt in my home the past few days, I’ve alternated putting on Christmas carols and Christmas movies.  Yesterday One Magic Christmas  and Holiday in Handcuffs got me through putting up my Christmas lights (I know!  Terribly late for the person who announced Christmas season the day after Thanksgiving, right?  I’ll make up for it by keeping the lights up until the end of January.  Heh.) and emptying almost all of my cupboards to wipe them down.  Then I had the bright idea to order shelf liner (in a pretty red gingham) to make it easier to clean my cupboards the next time (in another 2.5 years, most likely!).  I also got a turntable to make better use of a blind corner cupboard.  I congratulated myself on my homemaking skills (had better success with cleaning cupboards than deep-scrubbing my bathroom…the fumes gave me a headache for most of a day) until it hit me.  I had piles of dishes and pantry food items that would have no place to go until the shelf liner arrived.  Two days later.

Oops.

I couldn’t even make dinner because I had cupboard contents scattered everywhere.  On top of the stove.  On top of and in front of (blocking the door) microwave.  Everywhere.  The sink was piled with dusty dishes to wash and dusty dishes that had been washed.

I finally squished things just far enough over to reach the toaster.  I munched happily on an English muffin with ham and cheese while I retreated to my office to think.  Not defeated, you understand.  Only yielding for the moment until I had a better attack plan.

While I thought things over, I put on yet another Christmas movie.  (Confession.  I’m kind of tired of Christmas movies now.  But stick with me.)  12 Dates of Christmas.  I realized that in all three Christmas movies, a character was behaving badly.  Four, if you count Rudolph.

(By the way, Holiday in Handcuffs not only mentions a kidnapping and handcuffs, but there is also a scene where an elderly gas station attendant suggests that the man being kidnapped must have been spanked…and then calls him lucky.  Kink alert!)

Really?  A full-grown man is kidnapped and doesn’t even try to wrestle control of the car from her?  Have all of the action movie sequences lied to us for a century?  I’m not even into M/F spanking (unless it’s teasing Minelle), but I would have loved for Mr. Kidnappee say something like, “Fine, my mama taught me never to lift a hand against a woman.  I won’t, but at the very least you’re going to get a good, old-fashioned spanking.”

Really, don’t all of us have at least one movie that we wish included a good spanking?  Or book, of course.  I’d love to see A Little Princess with some F/F spanking for Miss Minchin.  Ahem.  Back to Christmas.  (Ana, after 18 days of all Christmas all the time, are you starting to lose steam?  Never!  Candy cane all the way!  Or is it the mess of your kitchen that’s causing you to lose focus?  Hmm…I better get back to the cleaning.  :))

Our Advent Calendar question today, courtesy of the elvishly naughty Emma Gardner, is this:

If you could add a spanking scene to one of your favorite Christmas movies, what would it be?

Holly Nolan trusts her psychiatrist, the caring and compassionate (and very cute) Dr. Copeland. She trusts him so much, that when he recommends a course of aversion therapy to cure her excessive junk food consumption, she agrees. What does that mean exactly? It means that at every session, Holly will eat junk food in front of Dr. Copeland, and in response, he will take her over his knee and administer a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. There’s only one problem. Holly kind of likes the treatment. She likes the feel of lying over Dr. Copeland’s hard thighs. She likes how safe she feels with him tightly holding her in place. And even though it hurts so much she cries, she likes the feel of his hand (but not the other implements he uses) spanking her soft bottom until in throbs and burns. How can aversion therapy work if it’s pleasurable?