Spanked by Santa Santa Claus stood before the two women, his body trembling with anger. In all his twenty years with Stern's department store he had never come across such a cruel act. Now the two perpetrators were going to pay for their crime. It had been a mistake to humiliate the young boy, but boredom had got the better of them. When he had wet himself in the queue for Santa's Grotto, Inge had picked him up and said loudly to Carla "Urgh this one's wet himself!" Instead of containing the situation there and then, Carla had laughingly rushed into the grotto and repeated the story to Santa. The result had been pandemonium with children rushing to laugh and jeer at their classmate. The damage was irreparable. No matter how many gifts were lavished on the lad he wouldn't stop crying. Later in the day the boy's irate father had stormed up to the store and demanded immediate action. He had been told by David Johnston, deputy manager and store Santa, that the culprits were to be sacked immediately. "They deserve more than that for humiliating my son, they deserve a damn good thrashing!" the man had replied. Now he stood in the corner of the grotto as a compromise plan was put into action. The two women were new to the country. Inge was a Danish would be actress and Carla a half English/half Spanish student earning holiday money. She had been brought up in Spain by her father following her mothers death. Both needed the money and therefore put up with their frankly humiliating outfits designed to pull in the crowds. Inge and Carla stood before the shouting Santa in those same outfits. Inge, in brown suede heels, tan tights, a skimpy set of shorts and a green top was the pixie helper and Carla, all in white including short skirt, stockings and suspenders was the snow princess. Both were shocked when they were offered a spanking rather than the sack, but they reluctantly accepted. They needed the job, and Carla at least felt she deserved some kind of punishment. Was this the "English discipline" her weak father had threatened but never dished out? In contrast haughty Inge had difficulty accepting she had done wrong. Getting spanked was a typically English chauvinistic idea; not something her liberal European friends would do. She'd almost refused, but didn't want to starve. So it was that moments later Carla found herself draped over Santa's lap, skirt raised and pants around her ankles. He spanked her fiercely, and as the pain splatted into her buttocks she began to writhe and groan. The pain was unbelievable and the indignity worse still. Her tanned buttocks quickly turned rosy red and stung terribly. Her gasps became whines, became squeals and yelps and she struggled to contain tears that welled in her eyes. With a final barrage she was pushed to the floor, her skirt and panties removed and stood in the corner of the room with her hands on her head. Inge was next. Santa unzipped her shorts and lowered them to her ankles. He grinned at the sight that confronted him - Inge was not wearing any knickers! Her blonde pubes were clearly visible through her nylons. As she blushed furiously she was pulled sharply over Santa's knee and spanked. Inge's big buttocks juddered and blotched quickly, her long legs kicked and she cursed angrily in Danish. She could see the damn boys father surreptitiously rub himself. It was all the kids fault. She began to whimper between curses. This was simply awful! Ten minutes later both girls stood facing the wall, their bottoms blazing furiously, their embarrassed faces also red. Worse was to come. They were stripped of their tops and had their bra cups pulled under their breasts. Next they were bent over a table, the cold surface stiffening their nipples, and made to spread their legs. In this vulnerable position it was announced that they were each to receive twelve strokes with a belt. Each man unbuckled theirs, Santa's thick and wide, the others thin and whippy. They got to work, beating a rapid tattoo on the hapless girls buttocks. Their yelps and cries were music to the mens ears, their kicking and writhing a joy to behold. All their secrets were fully exposed, pussy lips gaping and tensing as the blows rained down. When it was over, Carla and Inge were left groaning as their legs were respread and the men took in the delightful sight. They were being humiliated as they had humiliated the young boy and both were now desperately regretting their actions. Fingers poked and prodded and finally parted their labia, pushing deep into their hot fannies, emphasising the mens control. The violation degraded them as much, if not more than the spanking. When the fingers were finished, Carla and Inge were pulled up and stripped of all but their nylons and heels. Inges bottom showed a mass of blotches through the tights whilst Carlas bare buttocks glowed crimson. There was still more punishment to come though - the cane! Reluctantly both women followed instructions and clambered onto the table, lying flat on their backs. Then they raised and spread their legs and looked up through parted thighs to see two canes slashing down onto their bare buttocks. A simultaneous crack was followed by unbelievable pain and by squeals of despair. Inge covered her eyes and sobbed as the next stroke exploded on her backside and she heard her shriek mingle with her friends. Two strokes down and both women were struggling, taking great gasping gulps of air. Their composure was further rattled by the cane slashing down once again. Carla felt so exposed and so sorry for herself. Her buttocks stung terribly and she was sure she could take no more. But take it she would. The fourth stroke caught her on the thighs and she kicked and screamed, bringing her legs up to her chest and her hands round to protect herself. She blinked tears as her hands were roughly pulled away. Inge was also crying. She was so angry - angry with the boy, with his father and with herself. The cane bit once more and she shrieked loudly. Before she had time to recover, the last stroke slashed down onto her thighs and she collapsed sobbing. Moments later Carla screamed and went limp. They were left flopped over the table until their crying subsided. Was their punishment now over? Almost. They were made to squat in front of their tormentors, spread their legs and part their labia, exposing their pink moist vaginas. Humiliation was heightened when they were told to raise their bottoms off the floor, revealing their anuses. Next they were told to stand, legs straight together, hands on head. "Right ladies." the boys father ordered "Piss yourselves." "No!" Inge protested and the cane slashed onto her thighs. When her tormented dance had finished she was told to resume her pose. "Come on, let's see how much you like wetting yourselves! I'll cane you every ten seconds until you start." They knew they had no choice, and the caning had left them in need of the toilet. With a hiss Carla let herself go and urine gushed out. "Slower." the man ordered and as she controlled herself she felt hot urine spread down both her thighs. How humiliating it was to have this man regulate her bodily functions! The urine began to pool in her stilettos. Inge had still not started. The man raised his cane and with a whimper she started to wet herself. The urine spread quickly through and down her tights, emphasising how damp she was. Soon Inge too was standing in a pool of her own urine, looking very shame faced. She noticed with horror that the man had a camera in his hand and as it flashed away her degradation was captured for posterity. Even that wasn't enough for these fiends. The women were forced to kneel in their own urine and open their mouths. The reason why soon became evident. The men pulled their penises out and began to masturbate. Both women began to sob as showers of sperm covered their faces and slipped down their throats. Then, as the penises became flaccid, came the biggest degradation of all. They were used as toilets! The men pissed over their hair, over their faces and into their mouths. Laughingly they pulled the women down until they were writhing in the mixed urine and made them rub it into each others bodies. Then, as they resheathed their penises, they made them kiss and exchange tongues. They left two humiliated and degraded young women to clean themselves up with a final warning. "If you don't come to work tomorrow we'll show these pictures to your family and friends!" They were trapped and not for the first time regretted taking the mickey out of one little boy.
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