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 Many presents were delivered and many hearts were made happy but there were
still some babes on the naughty list that needed their comeuppance.  To get
to Professor Haylesberg Santa used his magic sleigh to move not only
through space, but through time as well.  Rather than just move back far
enough to deliver some presents, he flew back to the last day of class
before Christmas break.

   Miss Haylesberg's class was about to get the greatest lesson they had
ever received.  She stood there, severe and demanding and intimidating. 
She was a beautiful woman and would in fact have been a delectably
seductive teacher fantasy for her male students if she weren't universally
despised.  She took pride in being the teacher that no one crossed, not
students, not faculty, not even the dean would challenge her unnecessarily.
In that harsh voice of hers, she said, "And now to your assignment.  Yes,
yes, I know, groan." She waited for someone to remind her that it was
Christmas.  No one did.  They all knew she was merciless and that provoking
her would only make it worse.  She smiled at that silence and was about to
describe the required essay, but at that moment, Santa arrived.  No
fireplace of course, so he stepped through the blackboard, the magical
entrance dispelling any potential for doubt that this was the genuine
article.

   It took a few moments for it to sink in.  "Is that really Santa Claus?"
"It is!" Spirits rose as quickly as they had deflated in the face of
another dreadful college assignment from their hated teacher.

   "Ho Ho Ho!  Merry Christmas, boys and girls.  I've got the best present
you've ever gotten."

   Sounds of excitement and suspense came from the students.  Miss
Haylesberg herself even seemed far less icy than normal.  She did feel
compelled to point out though, "It's not Christmas yet, Santa." "Oh, it is
to me.  And it will be to your students.  You see Miss Haylesberg, you've
made my naughty list and today, you're going to get your just desserts."

   "Wh-what?" That wasn't what she wanted to hear so she explained to him,
"Santa, I don't even think I believe in you."

   "Ho ho Ho!  You will from now on!" His bag opened up and a flurry of
activity from the elves that rushed out had Miss Haylesberg screaming in
shock and anger.  In moments she was bent over her desk, tied in place with
garlands and ribbons, leaning forward, her arms were held in place so that
she couldn't straighten out.  The most she could manage was to straighten
to a forty five degree angle.  Her ankles were lashed together with a great
mass of unbreakable, magical tinsel that also extended to the sides of her
desk, keeping her immobile.  Bent over, legs straight as she struggled
against her bonds, she struck an eye catching pose.  In fact to her
students, it was inspiring.  She looked over her shoulder, "What do you
think you're doing?"

   "No no, what do you think you're doing?," said a still humorous Santa
Claus.  "Assigning lengthy homework over Christmas vacation?  And all the
rotten things you do every day!  I think your students are going to really
enjoy this."

   "Enjoy what?" The teacher still sounded angry but there was a slight
tone of worry to her voice this time.

   "Ho ho ho!  Who thinks Miss Haylesberg deserves a good spanking?"

   "Hooray!" Cheers and happy shouts sounded from all over the classroom.

   Miss Haylesberg was already mortified.  Not only was she trapped, not
only was she at the mercy of the students that were normally at her mercy,
they didn't even sound vindictive about it.  They sounded nothing but
cheerful.  "You can't spank me, Santa!"

   "Ho Ho Ho!  I'm not going to!  Your students will do that!  It's their
Christmas gift this year."

   "What!?  NO!"

   Santa called out a name.  "Mike?  Your first." Mike walked up and stood
at his teacher's side a moment so that she could see him and know for sure
it was him.  He smiled wide and she gave a look of terror.  "No, you can't
do this!" SMAK!  SWAT!  WHACK!  SPANK!

   "All right," Santa said, "That's enough.  It's someone else's turn now."

   "What do you mean it's someone else's turn?" For a moment, the teacher
had thought it was already over.  "Stop this!  You can't do this!"

   Santa called out another name, "Gina!  Come take a few swats." Miss
Haylesberg shouted and screamed and protested, but Gina stepped up, made
certain to catch her teacher's eye and gave her four good spanks.

   "OH!  Let me go!  I don't care who you are!  I'll sue for this!" "Ho Ho
Ho.  Good luck mailing a subpoena to the North Pole.  Danny!  Come on down
and give your teacher a few swats."

   "No!" the teacher shouted.  "How many of them are you going to do this?"

   "All of them of course!"

   "All of them!" This horrifying realization hit home at the same time
that Danny gave her bum a good smack.  "Ow!" Three more and his turn was
over, though he would smile for the rest of the evening.

   A few more got to give swats to Miss Haylesberg's splendid bum before
things got worse for her.  Santa called down another student.  "Nick! 
Nick, you've been a real good boy this year."

   "Thanks Santa."

   "So good that I'll let you lift your teacher's skirt and spank her on
her panties."

   "Really?"

   Miss Haylesberg raged, "No!  Don't you dare!  This has gone on far
enough!  If you lift my skirt then, then I'll flunk you, I swear I will."

   "Ho Ho Ho, I don't think so!  Flunk any of these fine students and
you'll be in for another spanking next year!"

   She just stared helplessly at Santa as he smiled benignly.  She decided
to try giving in since her threats held no weight.  "Okay, all right, but
you don't need to do this.  I'll, I'll treat my students better.  I will. I
promise."

   It was too late even if Santa had felt like listening.  She felt her
skirt slowly rising.  "No!  Don't!  At least leave my skirt down!" But it
happened and her glorious, pantied ass was out for all her students to see.
Then it was Swat!  Smack!  Spank!  and his fourth strike which was actually
more of a Grope!

   The forlorn teacher let out a reluctant squeal that broke into a
petulant little cry.  The spankings weren't vicious but they weren't soft
either and if every one of her students kept it up then she would have a
warm and rosy derrierre by the time they were finished.

   The next student called was Amy and four more swats were administered to
the teacher's panties.  A few more stepped up when Santa Claus called out
their names.  The girls swatted a little harder than the boys but the boys
were still worse because every one, on his fourth and final swat would let
his hand linger on her bum, enjoying the soft curve or giving her a good
squeeze.

   It got worse yet though when Santa called up Zach.  Santa congratulated
him, "You've been exceptionally good this year."

   "Thank you Santa.  Does that mean I can have more than four spanks?" "Oh
no, but you get something better.  You get to be the one that pulls her
panties down for the bare bottom spanking she needs."

   Miss Haylesberg's eyes shot open and she screeched, "No!  NO!  You can't
let them!" She kept yelling, looking over her shoulder at Zach who met her
angry stare with his greedy and lustful one.  "Don't you dare!"

   Then Zach's eyes turned to her beautiful butt and Santa's laugh boomed,
"Ho Ho Ho!  Would you listen to her?  She still hasn't learned yet has
she?"

   "I think she's going to," Zach chuckled.  Normally Zach was terrified of
this unapproachable woman but with Santa's blessing, doing the impossible
seemed easy.  Miss Haylesberg managed to contain herself enough to keep
from hurling threats and insults, but she let loose a long, loud moan of
embarrassed agony as her student slowly slid her panties down to mid thigh.
"Damn!" he whispered.  Everyone knew she was well built but seeing that
butt bared for real was amazing.  How such a frigid woman could be blessed
with such a perfect butt no one would ever know but there it was and it was
a nice soft shade of pink after the treatment it had had so far.  Smack! 
Zach's first spank stung on that sensitive and now bared skin.  Miss
Haylesberg let out a little cry, then bit her lip.  Swat!  Smack!  Squeeze!
This last, with no pretense of a spank before it had a wonderful effect. 
Miss Haylesberg glared back and growled as Zach enjoyed first one cheek,
then the other.

   Once he was done, the next student was called up and it started again.
She couldn't help it.  She started to beg.  She was still as furious as
ever but she had to have it stop.  As each one of her remaining students
stepped up and punished her with four swats, or when it was a boy, three
swats and a generously copped feel, she pleaded, "No!  Please!  Stop! 
Don't do this to me!  I'm your professor!  Please please please stop!" None
of it did her any good.  Everyone had their fun.

   With her rosy red buns still showing, the elves finally allowed the
humiliated teacher to stand.  She did so slowly, not wanting to look over
her shoulder at all the smiling collegiates.  In spite of herself she
glanced back as she reached for her fallen panties.

   "None of that now!," Santa warned happily.

   "Wh-what?  Aren't we finished?  I promise I'll be better to my students.
I promise!"

   "Oh I believe that," Santa said with his jolly voice, "but I want to
make certain that you don't forget it." With a snap of his fingers, his
loyal elves leaped into action.  Her downed panties were torn away as she
yelped.  Then it was her skirt.  Piece by piece every bit of clothing left
her body except for her stockings and her glasses.

   Standing there naked, back to her class, hands wrapped around herself
for protection, she almost sounded apologetic, "I've learned my lesson.  I
won't be a naughty teacher anymore."

   "That sounds good.  Now write that on the black board fifty times.  And
after every line, turn to the class and let them get a good look at you."

   "Oh!  Do I really have to?" But it was clear that she couldn't escape
this.  She took a piece of chalk and hastily wrote out the line, `I will
not be a naughty teacher'.  Then, literally quaking, she turned around and
put her trembling arms aside to let her students ogle her naked body.

   She couldn't even bear to look as they appraised her, "Nice tits on
her!" "Damn, she's almost twice my age and I'd still kill to have a body
like that!" "I'd love to suck on those nipples!" "Hey Miss Haylesberg, put
your hands behind your head!" "Ho Ho Ho!  Do as he says.  And take up a new
pose that they suggest each time you finish a line."

   Miss Haylesberg swallowed hard and clenched her eyes and teeth as she
put her hands behind her head as she had been told.  One of the more
adventurous boys asked, "Can I take a feel of those?" Then a girl echoed,
"Yeah!  I want some too!"

   "No, boys and girls, I'm afraid I'm just going to have to let you look."

   "AAaaww!"

   Miss Hayleberg's voice was barely a whisper, "Thank you, Santa."

   "Just make sure to finish all fifty lines like I said.  Remember, I know
when you've been bad or good!  Merry Christmas everyone." With that he left
and Miss Haylesberg started the second line.  Two down.  Forty eight to go
and it looked like she wouldn't be finished until another group of students
arrived.