by Allysa Hart
“Call me Daddy,” Santa growled, plunging his cock so far into me I felt my insides shift.
“Jingle balls, Yule!” I growled back, riding his cock like it was a wave, and I was a surfer.
“You know you want to. Do it.” He was commanding it, and his authoritative tone made my pussy spasm.
“Daddy.” I whispered it reverently, shocked at how good it felt.
“Say it again.” He grabbed my breasts, cupping them while he tweaked my nipples ever so lightly.
I gasped in pain. Sweet, sensual pain. My body seemed to heat from the inside out, and light exploded behind my eyes. I saw stars.
“Santa Daddy!” I cried it out as I screamed my release, watching his eyes dilate as he, too, orgasmed, filling me with his cum.
“Oh God!” I jumped off him quickly, taking his dick in my mouth and swallowing the juices of his arousal. I wasn’t on birth control, and we hadn’t thought to use a condom, as it had all happened so fast.
His cum was thick but sweet. I licked my lips, searching the banks of my memory for the familiar taste.
Fucking eggnog. His jizz tastes like fucking eggnog. Because, of course it did. I licked every last drop from his tip, enjoying teasing him with my tongue as he spasmed inside my mouth.
Finally, I released him, closing my eyes as I collapsed onto the couch beside him with my head in his naked lap.
“Oh God,” I moaned, covering my face with my hands. I could still taste the hints of peppermint and eggnog. “This is crazy. It’s crazy what you do to me. I’m falling for you, Yule. I’m freaking falling for Santa Yule Claus! What the h-e-double candy canes is wrong with me? This is insane.” So is the fact that I can no longer cuss without substituting crazy Christmas words in place of normal adult curse words.
“It’s not insane. I’ve seen insane, and this is not it. It might be a little crazy, but crazy doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Sometimes, a little bit of crazy is just what we need in our lives, little elf, and what I need is you. Crazy or not, I need you.”
I didn’t respond, as I lay there, still trying to catch my breath from our sexual escapades.
Yule moaned underneath me, leaning down to lay a kiss upon my lips. “Little elf, there is nothing I would like more than to be here with you all night, but alas, I have work to do, and you have work in the morning. You need a good night’s sleep, and I have hours left in my workday. I hate to screw and run, but I had to see you.”
My face fell, my lips pursed into a pout, and I felt the sting of tears behind my eyes. I already felt his absence, and he wasn’t even gone yet.
After getting his suit back on, Santa gathered me into his arms and stood. He carried me into my bedroom where he made another pair of ridiculous Christmas pajamas appear in thin air and then onto my body. Pink covered with poodles and candy canes. With matching socks. It was impossible not to smile as I looked down at my ridiculous getup.
Yule took my hand and led me to bed, tucking me in, and lying down next to me. I was under the covers, and he was over them.
He took my hand in his and held it. I was glad he was with me still, not doing a complete “screw and run” as he called it. And yet, I knew he had work to do.
I sighed. “Thank you for coming over,” I whispered. “I missed you. I didn’t know when I was going to see you again.”
“This weekend,” Yule responded confidently. “I’ll see you Friday night. And I’ll try to use the doorbell this time. By the way, dress for cold weather. We’re going to the North Pole. My parents can’t wait to meet you.”
Before I could ask questions, or, God forbid, get his phone number, he leaned forward, kissed my forehead, touched his nose, gave a wink, and was gone.
Gosh dang merry fruitcaking teleporting Santa.
I didn’t use the doorbell, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Her pull was too strong, and my thoughts were too focused. I wanted to be with her, and that’s where I appeared. Wherever she was.
This time it happened to be her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by piles of clothing and an open suitcase. Her face was morphed into an intense frown, and she was so lost in thought, she didn’t even seem to notice my arrival.
“Little elf, you’re not packed,” I spoke quietly, so as not to scare her.
When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes.
I quickly crossed the room to sit next to her on the edge of the bed, and leaned forward to gently wipe her tears with the pad of my thumb. “Now, what’s all this?”
She closed her eyes and groaned. Her cries intensified, growing into full-fledged sobs. She struggled to speak through her tears. “It’s too much! I can’t...I can’t. It’s too soon.” She collapsed against my chest as her entire upper body shook with her cries.
What in the holy holly was happening here? Whatever it was, it did not seem to bode well for my mission.
At a loss, I let her cry for a little bit. I patted her shoulders and rubbed her back and waited until she had calmed down enough to be able to speak.
When her shoulders stopped shaking, I pulled her back so that I could see her face and wiped her tears again.
“Whatever it is, little elf, we can fix it together.”
She shook her head. “I can’t go with you to the North Pole, Yule. I can’t. I can’t meet your parents.”
“Well, they will be very disappointed. They were looking forward to it. And my father will have words for me about it, I’m sure. But, no matter. We certainly can’t have you going if you are this upset about it. That won’t be any fun.”
“I don’t want to disappoint them. I want them to like me.” She sniffled, wiping her face with her sleeve. “That’s the problem.”
“I’m not following.”
“Your dad is Santa, and your mom is Mrs. Claus. And,”—she lowered her voice to a whisper—“I’m on the naughty list. I can’t meet Santa while I’m on the naughty list. It’s too embarrassing.”
“Well, first of all, I’m Santa, now. Not my dad. And we’ve met. We’ve done more than just meet.” I winked.
She met my rebuttal with a death glare and sighed heavily. “You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I agreed. “So, it’s time to get you off the naughty list, then.”
Hope lit her eyes, and she looked up at me with a mixture of excitement and heavy suspicion. “How do we do that?”
“Well, that depends on why you are on the naughty list.”
I snapped my fingers and the large leather-bound book that held my lists appeared in my lap, open to the page that held her info.
She peered over my shoulder with interest, and I snapped the book shut. “Tut tut. These lists are top secret and confidential. Look away.”
“Fine.” She pouted, turning her body so her back was facing me.
I opened the book again and read. “Well this isn’t so bad. It says far too much cursing, a bit of out-of-control partying, a couple of parking tickets, and a lack of charitable actions.”
“Lack of charitable actions? What’s that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. For instance, you know that nice veteran who hangs out in the parking garage of your work? When was the last time you did something nice for him? Or even, I don’t know, treated him like a human being?”
“Nice veteran?” She scoffed over her shoulder. “You mean that alcoholic, homeless bum who is always pandering for his next drink?”
I shook my head and slammed the book closed. “See now, this is exactly why you are on the naughty list. But don’t worry, we can fix it.”
She turned to face me then, looking weary. “How do we do that? And how long will it take? It’s almost Christmas!”
“Won’t take long. Let’s work on it tonight and tomorrow, and then tomorrow night we can head up to the North Pole, and you can meet my parents with a clean slate and a clear conscience.”
“Tomorrow night?” She raised her eyebrows. “It’s that easy?”
“Well now, I
didn’t say it was going to be easy. But if it’s that important to you, we can do it.”
“It’s that important to me.” She straightened her back and steeled her shoulders. “What do we need to do?”
“Well first, there needs to be absolution for your naughty deeds. The cursing, and the partying, and the parking tickets. I’m sure you can guess what that means.”
She groaned. “Let me guess. A spanking?”
I nodded. “A big one.”
She sighed, stood and walked out of the room. Before I could even ask where she had gone, she returned with the wooden spoon. She placed it in my hand, and threw herself prostate over the edge of the bed.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
Oh dear. She had no idea what she was in for. I stood and placed the spoon on the bed near her head, making sure it was in her line of vision.
“Not so fast, little elf. Little girls get the spoon. Big girls get Santa’s belt.”
She turned over so fast I half expected her to get whiplash. “What?”
I rested my hands on my thick leather belt. “You heard me. If getting off the naughty list is your goal, you’re going to have to take the spanking you have coming. And it’s a doozy. The future Mrs. Claus must be pure as the driven snow.”
She winced and rolled back over, burying her face in her bedcovers. Her words were muffled, but I could make them out through employing my mind-reading skills.
“Okay, but I’m scared.”
I sat on the bed and rubbed her back. “I know. It’s scary, and I’m not going to lie. It’s going to hurt. But then it will be over, and after we work on some good deeds tomorrow, you should be free and clear of the naughty list.”
“Okay.” I could hear her voice trembling. It squeezed my heart, but I knew this must be done. And I was happy it had been her decision before I had had to bring it up. It still wasn’t going to be easy, though.
I stood and rolled up my sleeves, preparing to begin. She shot off the bed. “Wait!”
“Yes, little elf?” This was it. She was going to decide it wasn’t worth it and demand I leave. Christmas would be ruined forever, and it would be all my fault. I braced myself for the worst. I had to stop myself from reeling when she launched her body at mine, wrapping her arms around me and leaning her head against my chest.
“I needed a hug first,” she mumbled into my shoulder. My heart melted, and I wrapped my arms around her slight frame, holding her close. We stayed locked in a tight embrace for several minutes. Finally, she exhaled deeply, pulled back, and looked me in the eye. “I might call you Daddy. Or Santa Daddy. It could just slip out.” She seemed apprehensive about this fact and seemed to be warning me.
I chuckled. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, little elf.”
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This was crazy. I was certifiably insane, offering myself up for a spanking with a belt, in exchange for getting my name off some mythical naughty list. And sobbing over meeting his parents while my name was on the aforementioned list...really?
Yule and his stupid Christmas magic and his candy-cane-flavored dick had really done a number on me. He must have put me under some sort of crazy spell. That was the only fathomable explanation, I told myself.
It had to be that. Because the alternative? Well, the alternative was that I really believed in Santa and things like naughty lists, and Christmas magic, and that I was actually putting stock in his insistence that I was the next Mrs. Claus. And I wanted it to be true! That was the real crazy part.
I was still arguing silently with myself when I felt Yule pull me away from his chest, and guide me into position over the foot of the bed.
I heard him pull his thick black belt from the loops of his velvet slacks, and I cringed. Was this really worth it? That belt was thick and looked heavy. It was wide enough to cover the length of my ass with one swat. Was I really voluntarily subjecting myself to this? Over a stupid list?
“It’s not a stupid list,” Yule countered, reading my mind again. “And this was your idea. You were the one nearly in hysterics over that ‘stupid list’ when I got here. You were the one who insisted you needed to get off the naughty list before you met my parents. That was all you, little elf.”
“I didn’t know what I was getting myself into,” I squawked, as his hand fell hard against my ass. It had been less than a week since I had been spanked, and I already had forgotten how much it hurt.
He spanked me with his hand half a dozen times before I caught my breath and looked at him over my shoulder. “You said you were going to use your belt!”
“This is called a warm-up, little elf. Trust me. You’ll thank me later.”
“Hmph.” Nerves took root in my belly, and I squirmed against the bed, missing the softness and intimacy of his lap.
“This sucks,” I whined. “Can’t I go over your knee like every other time?”
“Can’t swing a belt very well from that position,” Santa responded, pausing to rub my back. “I’m here, little elf. But just in case, here.” He reached to my pillows, and handed me the stuffed Santa bear we had gotten at the mall. “Squeeze your teddy if you get scared.”
The bear made me smile, and I buried my face in its fur as Santa pushed my leggings and panties down to my knees. I groaned and shivered. The room was cold, and I swore the chill made it hurt worse when he spanked the underside of my thighs with his large hand. It hurt even worse when he began to lecture. Or maybe it was my heart that hurt. Either way, it sucked. His words were sweet, but scary, and the pain had yet to break through my mental barriers to get me to that point where I could believe what he was saying, even though I wanted to. Lord, how I wanted to.
“Little elf. Soon you will be my Mrs. Claus. I know it deep in my soul. I spent thirty-nine years guarding my heart, and then you came along, and I fell head over heels for you within minutes. I never want you to lose your sass, your humor, or your heart. I love your little side, and your big side, and I hope to see them both as we navigate this crazy journey together for years to come. But, my dear, all that being said, as Mrs. Claus, you must hold yourself to a higher standard. And if you fall from that, I will be there to catch you, by way of my hand, my belt, or my spoon. Mrs. Claus can never be on the naughty list, and it is Santa’s job to make sure that that never happens. This will be the first time you feel the lick of my belt upon your bare bottom, but it will not be the last. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Santa! Crystal clear!” I hollered above the rhythmic smacking echoing through the room.
I found his promise to be scary but oddly reassuring. Still, between the pain in my ass, the butterflies in my stomach, and the conflict taking root in my heart, I was a wreck. Tears already welled in my eyes, and I knew that any more sweet words from him would send me over the edge.
He stopped now, rubbing first my lower back and then my aching backside. The intimacy of his touch was soothing, and I ached to call him Daddy. It was coming soon, I could feel it, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“It’s okay to let go, little elf. It will be easier if you do,” he told me even as he stood and grabbed his belt from the spot on the bed where he had discarded it. Easy for him to say. He isn’t the one about to get whaled on with a strap of leather as wide as his arm.
“Holy Holly, you make it hard to be serious sometimes, you know that?” he chuckled, as he came to stand behind me once more. I could hear the leather as he doubled it over and snapped it once for good measure.
My stomach turned, my ass cheeks clenched, and my pussy tingled. I moaned in horror. The hazards of getting spanked, when you weren’t mentally six, was that his no-nonsense dominance and the way he was equally tender and harsh was actually quite sexy.
At least that’s what I was thinking before the first clash of leather cracked against my ass. The pain was exquisite. The leather was forgiving and punishing all at once. I could feel the bite of the leather flatten the fleshiest part of my ass, and I could fe
el the relief as the belt retreated, and the skin bounced back into place. It was oddly horrid and sensual, and I had to hide a smile as I breathed through it. And then the second lash fell, in the exact same spot as the first, and all of my earlier thoughts were nulled by the explosion of pain.
“What in the hell? That fucking hurts!” I realized my mistake immediately, and I wasn’t even surprised when my outcry was answered with two hard smacks of the belt across the crease of my thighs.
“Language, little elf,” Santa scolded. “Do not forget why you are in this position in the first place.”
“What in the H-E- double candy canes! That fruitcaking hurt!” I yelled.
I could almost hear him trying not to laugh.
“Not quite the response I am going for when I correct you,” he scoffed, bringing the belt down again, five times in quick succession. The pain seemed to concentrate at the point of impact and then flower and spread, creating a warmth that covered my entire lower body.
“Okay, okay, okay! I get it! I’ll be good!” I shrieked, even as the strap of leather whooshed through the air, right at its target.
“Not so fast, little elf. You have many years of bad behavior to make up for, don’t you?”
The sternness in his tone and the pain in my ass awakened the little girl inside me, and his admonition brought a tear to my eye. “Yes, Santa Daddy,” I whispered, hiding my face in my teddy’s fur.
“Better. You need to remember you are not in control here. Santa Daddy is, and while I don’t like to hurt you, getting your name off that list is my number one priority at the moment. I don’t want anything getting in the way of us starting a beautiful future together, and the naughty list is the last obstacle. If you hadn’t brought it up, I would have soon. You just sped up the timeline. Do you understand, my little elf?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I left off the Santa this time, simply because it felt right, and braced myself for the onslaught of pain as he continued the spanking.