SINFUL SANTA
I Am Sooooo on Santa’s NAUGHTY LIST!
And He’s NOT giving out Coal This Year . . .
My Sister asked me once again to take her daughter to see Santa. I love my Niece, but hate the long ass lines, other kids and those f’n people! If road rage while walking is a thing, I’m about to have it very soon!
Honestly, Lindsey was old enough to stop believing years ago . . . but knows how the game works. Keeping your Parents believing, that you still believe, gets her the better gifts. Somehow Santa’s budget is endless, even if your Parents are having money problems.
She’s even more than old enough to do this whole Mall thing without her Aunt Chloe getting in the way. We have our agreement in place. I’m waiting at the door of the Mall when my Sis drops off Lindsey. We make that silent eye contact for the exchange and she quickly drives off to get her shopping done elsewhere.
As soon as her Mom is clear of eye shot, Lindsey says, “My friends are waiting, I’ll see you later.”
“Hold on there little lady! You and I both know, you need to get the pic with Santa first or this lie you’ve been living will burst . . . along with the size of your gifts.”
Lindsey replies, “Fuck!”
“Hey! That’s enough of that! Where’d you learn to talk like that Lindsey?”
“From my Aunt.”
“The fuck you did!” Ok, not the right response.
We make it to the start of the very long line of hopeful Santa Lap Sitters and this is where we’ll split up until pickup time like five hours from now. This whole Santa thing, even with this long of line won’t take that long. The five hours is just to give her Mom enough shopping time.
“Get the pic and don’t lose it like you did last time Lindsey.”
“Fuck you Aunt Chloe.”
“Oh My God! You’re such a fucking little cunt!” And again, wrong response.
“I love you Aunt Chloe.”
“Love you more . . . you little . . .”
With her in line and her friends showing up to hang out with her, I move onto my responsibility as a good Aunt . . . I go to the lounge to drink . . .
Heading to the lounge, I quickly noticed what used to be one large lounge, has been split into two with some Christmas Themed signs over the top of each door. There’s the [NICE LOUNGE] entrance and like twenty feet over, the [NAUGHTY LOUNGE].
This is a no brainer. Sure, we all like to believe, think or fantasize that we’re nice people. Well I just called my Niece a fucking cunt before bailing out on her to go and drink. On top of that, I’ve been lying to my Sis about this whole game for three years now.
As odd as it was, being divided up like this before even entering the lounge, It became odder as I immediately run into further subdividing just within. There’s three lines in front of me with additional signs.
[NAUGHTY] . . . [EXTRA NAUGHTY] . . . [WTF?]
Under the [NAUGHTY] sign, there’s a Santa giving all the Mom’s nice firm spankings over his lap! Well that’s for me! Mama needs a spanking!
Before any words were exchanged, I was bent over his firm knee and ready! Fuck! I needed this! My pussy was already dripping in my jeans and I did the best over the shoulder look I could for the camera . . .
I said in a scared little voice, “Oh No! I’ve been bad and Santa is going to spank me!”
He had his one hand on my back and his other ready to smack me hard! I was just pushing my ass out nice and far when . . .
“Wait! Hold up Santa! . . . Are you Chloe Peterson?” Asked some random Elf chick?
She must have pulled my name off my charge card when I paid for those mimosas.
“Yeah, what of it?”
“You’re in the wrong sub-line. You need to get off of Santa’s lap.”
“I was just starting to get off on Santa’s nice firm lap! So let me finish up here!”
Santa chimes in with a question, “Should she have gone to the Extra Naughty line?”
The Elf responds, “No . . . this is Chloe Peterson . . . one of the elite level of Naughtiness. The WTF line was pretty much created because of her.”
That’s It! “Listen up you buzz killing cum eating cock sucking piece of shit Elf! You and I both know the only reason you even have this job is because you take it up the ass and beg for more! Now let Santa finish his job before I punch you in your too small for even a training bra tits so hard you shit yourself!”
Santa jumps back in, “Sit on my lap now Chloe and put your hands out for the ‘Tinsel-Treatment’.”
I have no idea what the hell the ‘Tinsel-Treatment’ even is, but I can feel his Jolly Little Elf growing in his pants and I wanted some eggnog! I turn around and push my tight ass so hard against his Christmas Cheer; he let out a grunting “Ho Ho Ho!”
The Elf that ruined my day came up with a large wad of tinsel in her hands and moves it onto my wrists. {Click Click Click} and a {Click Click Click}! These were just like those fur-lined cuffs, but tinsel lined!
I screamed at her, “I’d ram one of those candy canes up your ass . . . but you’d probably like it! Bitch!”
“Take her to the proper line Elves.” Turning back to me, he adds, “By the way Chloe, that was Ho . . . as in H O E.”
Two Elves grab me by my biceps and we start to walk . . . until Santa says, “Hold there for a second.”
He undid his four inch wide black leather belt and with one quick move, {Swoosh!} {Snap!} “FUCK!” As just the tip of the hard leather grazed my ass, I creamed a little in my jeans!
“Thank You Santa!”
“Don’t ever question the power of the Christmas Spirit Chloe!”
Laying his finger aside of his nose . . . he then did a double finger point towards the [WTF?] sign . . .
“Come along you naughty girl!”
“Keep moving or else bitch!”
The two Elves each had their own concept of what will make me wetter. Lucky for me, it was both that kept my motor running!
They walked me into someplace that looked like anyone’s front room decorated for Christmas. Walking me handcuffed wrists first to the fireplace mantel; they popped the chain of my Tinsel Cuffs into the hook of the middle stocking holder!
I immediately pull to find, this wasn’t just setting on the mantel! It was lag screwed into the oak! Turning my head and opening my mouth wide, to give these two Red-Nosers the talking they needed . . .
Just as the largest straight piece of candy cane is crammed sideways into my mouth! The leather strap is pulled tight behind my head! A fucking candy cane bit gag? Santa must have an adult section in his workshop?
“Get the Taylors!” Called out one Elf, who called it to another and another! “Get the Taylors!” “Call the Taylors!” “Where are the Taylors!”
Two very old looking Elves showed up, almost looking like Grandmas, which I thought was odd? Do Elves age?
“Is this Chloe Peterson?” Ask the one who must have smoked most of her life. My God! Is this where sexy raspy voices go to die?
One of the Red-Nosers respond, “The one and only.”
“I still can’t believe she called her sweet little Niece a fucking cunt.” Replied the Taylor . . . who then proceeded to cut away all of my clothing!
I scream mumble out every fucking swear word I know as I quickly become more naked!
“Can’t even imagine what she’s saying.”
“Oh, trust me when I tell you, I can fully imagine what she’s saying.”
Totally naked, Tinsel-Cuffed and hooked to the mantel, they tie candy cane stockings to my ankles. Then, using the fireplace poker, force my legs apart before tying off the other ends of the stockings to hooks on the lower corners of the fireplace hearth!
For good measure, they add Jingle-Bell Nipple Clamps on my extra erect nipples! Flick them both to make sure they’re not coming off! They all line up and march out, after telling me, “Santa is coming soon.”
With my naked ass sticking out, legs spread, arms up and gagged . . . he better cum real soon! Or I’m not working it hard enough . . .
The room is Elf-less and ‘Here Comes Santa Clause’ starts to play real loud. He gets is own entrance music . . . Wow!
At first, I wasn’t sure if this was the same Santa, a different Santa or the Real Santa? That was until I noticed he was belt-less. Same Santa it is. Guess that’s best since we’ve already hit it off so wonderfully.
Well at least now he can finish my spanking . . . or at least I thought that’s what’s about to happen. I was wrong! Very wrong! He started out by pouring a half-gallon of ice-cold eggnog down my back and over my shoulders!
Its thick and cold stickiness attacked and coated my naked skin from every direction! It ran down and over my tits, across my stomach, thighs and ass! This was way thicker than any nog I’ve had down my throat in the past!
There’s a small table on the hearth with a plate of mini chocolate chip cookies. Santa grabs a bunch of these tiny nibblettes of yum and proceeds to push them all over my sticky eggnog covered ass!
“Chocolate chip are my favorite.”
Ok . . . Ok . . . as odd as this may seem to you, that was the first moment I felt he transitioned from Jolly to Creepy!
I squirm and flex my ass in an attempt to have them drop off . . . but these cookies are a part of my teaser trailer. Not sure why I’m wasting time or effort, because I know Santa has a plan for my cookies and me . . . and I was right!
Leaving me to drip and squirm, he reaches into his big green bag and starts to dig around. He mumbles behind his beard, “Axe? No. Chainsaw? Not this time. Bulldog? Down Bowser! Down! Ahhh . . . here it is.”
He pulls out of his bag and extra long cat-o-nine tails . . . but not just your normal average cat-o-nine . . .
This one had a miniature sleigh for a handle and the knots at the ends of the leather tails were shaped like eight tiny reindeer! The ninth leather tail was more of a misfit knot. Fucking Festive! I was ready for the physical punishment coming my way . . . but not the verbal . . .
I’m not sure if this Santa had a little too much of his own nog or if he was just a complete fucking idiot? With each swing of his extra long cat-o-nines, he would call out, “On Dasher!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} as the pitter-patter of their tiny hoofs bite into my helpless eggnog covered flesh!
I tense up my whole body and struggle to get loose as the sting quickly switches to burn! The slowly melting candy cane bit gag is dripping down my chin and the back of my throat as I try to not gag on its overly intense sweetness!
The thick and sticky nog has warmed and found its way to covering my pussy and sphincter! Now this Holiday Party has finally started!
“On Disco!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} “On Prince!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} “On Victor!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} “On Kitchen Cleaner!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!}
After Dasher, this Santa’s record never got past one in a row! I tried to keep my mind on the pain and pleasure combination he was giving me as the cookies started to crumble and fly around the room . . . but Fuck! I couldn’t stop listening . . .
“On Cherab!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} “On Dahmer!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} “On Blatz!” {Whoosh!} {Smack!} and “Rudy” {Whoosh!} {Smack!}
Holy Fuck! He couldn’t even tie his one in a row record!
In the aftermath of my punishment . . . there’s splatter nog all over the fucking room along with bits and pieces of chocolate chip cookies.
Santa is breathing heavy from working the tiny reindeer so hard and my ass is still covered in crumbs, melted chocolate chips, hot nog and sweat. The true definition of having a sweet ass . . .
At first I thought Santa fell to his knees while holding onto my hips because he was tired. Turns out, he was ready for his Santa Snack! No glass for the nog and no plate for the cookie crumbs . . . it was all served up to him on my burning red ass!
I’ve never had anywhere near this level of tongue action on my ass before . . . but then again . . . I’ve never been used as a Holiday Serving dish!
Although the rest of the room is in shambles from tiny reindeer splatter . . . my ass was clean and shiny when this fat man was done with his snack!
You can forget that earlier comment, about Santa only being Creepy one time. Because he wasn’t done spreading his Holiday Cheer . . .
“All my toys are delivered and it’s time to park the sleigh. Front barn door or back?”
What The Fuck!?!? I’m the one that inspired this [WTF?] room? Do they pay any attention what so ever to whom they allow to put on the suit? My mouth is pretty much sealed closed from the now drying candy-cane drippings, so I won’t be answering . . .
“Front barn door it is!” and before I can prepare for what the hell that means, I learn as he buries the miniature sleigh handle of his cat-o-nine tails up into my pussy before saying, “Stay!”
“Cold winds are coming from the south! We best be closing that back door!” He gave another, “Ho Ho Ho!” Causing his belly to shake like a bowl full of jelly . . . and his now belt-less pants to drop to his ankles! This Santa goes commando!
“Now you be a good little girl for Santa . . . while I fuck you up your ass with my North Pole!”
Oh My God! He’s got the red and white swirl painted on his fucking junk!
He screams out, “Hold On! Santa’s Cumming Early!” as he pushes as deep as possible! My pussy tenses up around the sleigh while the tiny reindeer slap the insides of my calves!
My ass is filled with so much Christmas magic, it’s force to squirt out around his pole!
Santa releases my legs, which allows me to spin around. He’s standing in front of me, pants around his ankles, crumbs and nog all over his rosy cheeks. His cock is still dancing to some Christmas music. It’s swollen tip is dripping the last of it’s frosting.
He slow pulls his sleigh out of my pussy and licks it off like a Popsicle. “So, Chloe Peterson? . . . Are you going to behave this next year?”
I was unable to answer . . . because I’m still confused if that was a punishment or the fucking Best Gift I’ve ever got?
My Sister meets Lindsey and myself at the main entrance to the mall. She gives me a quick wink and thumbs up, which means her mission is complete. Her smile quickly switches to a very confused look . . .
“Um? Chloe? What’s with the Elf costume? Where’s your other clothing?”
“I was totally feeling the Christmas spirit . . . so I changed.”
She bought my excuse . . . but I’m sure this isn’t over. Lindsey is fidgeting a lot with a very devious look, while holding her Santa pic envelope . . . Oh Fuck!
My Sis grabs the envelope while asking, “Is this your pic Lindsey?” and pulls it out before Lindsey answers . . .
If you didn’t already guess, it’s not a picture of Lindsey and Santa. It’s the pic of me bent over Santa’s lap as he’s about to spank me! My over the shoulder looking back sure is cute!
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t know what to say!”
My Sister asks, “Just tell me one think Chloe . . . did he punish you hard enough? Because you fucking deserve it!”
I reply, “I should really come back tomorrow to be totally sure.”
© 2022 Zatanna Dark All rights reserved.
Do you have a Little Sinful Santa Story inside your head that needs a Home? Are you in interested in being a part of the debauchery? Click Below:
Looking for a BDSM Erotica Story you’ve been unable to find? Feel free to contact me anytime here on Medium. I’ll do what I can to add one to my Collection. Thanks! Zatanna Dark