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A Narrow Escape From Krampus, and a Christmas Spanking!

  A Narrow Escape From Krampus, and a Christmas Spanking! By Yu May [Author’s note: This interlude takes place between the events of Liesl and the Terrible Krampus Christmas parts 1 and 2, and overlaps with events in part 2. It can be read on its own, but you might want to read those stories first. ChatGPT was not used for this side story. Content warning: depicts corporal punishment.] While Liesl was busy “enjoying” her Christmas Eve with Krampus, the child-napping, bottom-whapping goat demon, her cousin, little red-headed, red-bottomed Gretchen was quietly laying on her bed, in her drop-seat pajamas.  With flecks of snow drifting down along the window and the distant sound of carollers wassailing, Christmas was in the air. As it happened, so was Gretchen’s bottom. With her drop-seat appropriately dropped down , and a pillow propping her seat up , Gretchen was now a picture of obedience. It was unfortunate for Gretchen that she hadn’t decided to be obedient earlier. If only ...

Liesl and the Terrible Krampus Christmas: Part II

  Liesl and the Terrible Krampus Christmas: Part II By Yu May   As Krampus delivered her deeper into the woods, and the cheerful Christmas lights of her hometown faded out of sight, Liesl thought about all the naughty things she had done for the past year. I’m sure you know that Liesl should have said her prayers, and asked God to forgive her, but Liesl forgot to do that. She was only a little bit sorry for being naughty because now she knew that Krampus was real, which meant his bundles of birch switches were probably real too. But bouncing around in a barrel on her way to Krampus’ house, where she might be trapped for an entire year getting spanked day and night, was making it difficult for Liesl to concentrate on moral questions.   When the lid of the barrel finally opened, Liesl found herself in a dusty but well-ordered little room. It had a small bed and furniture, like a shack, but a workbench and tools, like her Vater’s woodshed back home. Everything a professional...