Season’s
Greetings!
For
today’s Saturday Spanks, I thought I’d share a bit from my new
holiday erotica title, Santa, Baby!
There’s
only one spanking in this sizzling 12,000 word story – but it’s a good
one!
Blurb
This
Christmas, Santa discovers it’s nice to be naughty!
Recent university grad Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, it's a case of 'ho ho ho, let's start the show'—he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen. She's not one to be denied, though. When the interview takes a carnal turn, he finds he’s unexpectedly eager to satisfy the demanding older woman.
Wearing
the provocative costume supplied by his employer, Matt arrives at the
Danforths’ swanky apartment to discover he’s been cast as the
emcee for Eleanor’s intimate gathering. His duties include managing
a pair of scantily-clad blond elves, distributing decadent treats to
guests who’ve been good, and meting out punishments to the naughty.
Meanwhile, the mistress of the house has a Christmas gift especially
for him—one made of silicon and leather straps, which requires
plenty of lube. Ho ho ho, Matt! It's going to be a very merry
Christmas indeed.
Excerpt
When
the elf was finally quiet, I turned her head so I could gaze into her
sparkling blue eyes. “So, little girl,” I said, making my voice
deeper without thinking about it. “Have you been good this year?”
The
script came easily, the lines I’d used in year after year of
Christmas gigs. I fell into the part, a sense of my own benevolence
spreading through me.
“Yes,
Santa. I’ve been very good.” She grinned and squirmed against my
rigid cock, fully aware of the effects this produced.
“Hmm.”
I stroked my beard theatrically. “I’m not sure I believe you,
little girl. Are you sure you haven’t been naughty?”
“No…no,
Santa, I’ve been good.”
“You
haven’t done anything…dirty? Like touching yourself?”
“Um…uh,
no…”
“Or
letting someone else touch you? Have you let those nasty boys see
your panties?”
“I
don’t usually wear panties, Santa.”
“Oh,
my! That’s very naughty.”
“But
panties aren’t comfortable… and if I wear them, my girlfriend—oh!
I didn’t mean that…”
“Your
girlfriend! Does she touch you?” I adopted a stern tone. Images of
the two women having sex in the kitchen ran through my mind.
Betsy
looked slightly panicked. “Only sometimes… only a little…and it
feels so good…”
“Naughty!”
I thundered. “Definitely naughty. No present for you.”
“But
Santa…”
The
eyes of Eleanor’s guests were all glued to the tableau in Santa’s
chair. Henry, Jane, Delilah, the other guys, all seemed to be holding
their breath.
“You
deserve to be punished. A good hard spanking is what you need.” I
couldn’t believe what I was saying. I’d never spanked anyone in
his life, had never thought about it. Now, though, my dick surged at
the idea of raining blows on this minx’s bare ass.
“No.
No…!” Betsy wailed.
“Take
your spanking like a good girl,” I murmured in her ear, soft enough
that only she could hear. “Then maybe I’ll give you a present.”
She
sniffled.
“Over
my knee, little girl,” I said, in a louder voice. “Now.”
Betsy
climbed off his knees. With surprising meekness, she rearranged
herself so that she was face down, her hips resting on my thighs and
her rear in easy reach of my hand. The chair was large enough that
she could fold her arms on the cushion beside me, and rest her head.
I
flipped up her tiny skirt, exposing her beautifully rounded ass. “Are
you ready?”
“Yes,
Santa.” Her voice was unsteady.
I
raised his arm. Did I dare? The white skin beckoned. I brought my
palm down in a ferocious slap on her left cheek.
“Ow!”
The
skin darkened and grew pink at the point of impact. My swollen dick
pulsed.
Slap!
My next stroke landed on her right cheek. She jerked, but didn’t
cry out this time.
Slap!
Slap! With each blow, I became more excited. Still, I felt in
complete control, connected with the girl on my lap. Betsy moaned,
but as I continued to spank her, I noted the pussy juice coating her
inner thighs. This was turning her on.
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