Santa's Visit

The night had been ruined, Christmas Eve and she was alone. He was suppose to come bearing gifts but instead decided to stay home with the wife. She sighed, although she understood it was Christmas eve it didn't make her feel any better. Laying on the couch with her alcohol laced hot chocolate she flipped through the TV channels. The fireplace had been turned on to set the mood but the heat was lacking. She grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch. Glancing down at her Mrs. Claus lingerie that he wouldn't be seeing tonight only made her grunt loudly as she pulled the blanket over her. Tossing the remote on the coffee table she stared blankly at the TV as she started to nod off.

Bells, she thought, what the hell? She sat up on the couch and looked around. 

"I must be going crazy," She said out loud. But just then there was a thump on the roof. Her eyes opened wide as she slowly looked upward. Footsteps moved across her roof towards the chimney. She grabbed the blanket tighter around her and lowered her eyes to the fireplace.

With a woosh, there he was standing right in front of her. The jolly man himself.

"Santa?" She stammered.

With a twinkle in his eye and his rosey red cheeks he grinned at her for a moment before a serious look crossed his face, "You have been a very naughty girl this year." He said watching her. She looked at him then at his red bag sitting on the floor next to him.

"So no presents for me this year?" She asked coyly.

"Oh I have a few presents for you, but given the nature and how naughty you were I thought I better deliver them personally to you." He moved to sit in the Lazy boy recliner next to the fireplace, which was now lite again.

"Come here." He said sternly.

She unwrapped herself from the blankets suddenly embarassed at her Mrs. Claus lingerie. Sighing she stood up and walked over to him.

"I wish Mrs. Claus could fit into something like this," He said as he winked at her. He reached up and grabbed her arms, pulling her over his lap. The white fur on the base of his coat tickled her cheek as she was pulled across. She felt his soft velvet glove slide under her nightie as he pulled down her red silk panties.

"You," He said as he pulled back his hand,"have been," bringing his hand down quickly on her ass, "a very," another stinging blow, "very," followed by another, "bad girl." With one hand placed on the back of her neck and the other slapping each of her cheeks, she couldn't do anything but wiggle and moan.  After 10 whacks he stopped, removed his glove and slid his hand between her legs.

"And even during punishment, you are still a naughty girl." She could hear the smile in his voice.