Page 26 of I Saw Krampus Kissing Ms Claus

“I raced home.” He grins. “But it was the longest night of my life, wondering if you’d be here waiting for me.”

“I’m sure you are tired after all that work.” I gently tease. “You probably want to go straight to bed and fall asleep.”

“I’ll be in bed for sure.” He leans forward, putting his fists on the mattress beside me. “Look at you. My nice girl, my little Christmas Present.”

I trace a finger along the edge of the ribbons wrapped around my breast. “I wanted to make you happy.”

“I’m happy when you are naughty and when you are nice.” He leans over the bed. “I’m happy whenever you speak to me, or look at me, or roll your eyes in my general direction.” His thumb strokes reverently against my bare shoulder.

“It’s not too much?” I ask.

“It’s not enough to save you from your Christmas spanking.” He growls, he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me to my feet in one swift motion. Planting me in front of him, his hands firmly at my hips, claiming me.

I nod.

But, I think he sees the nervousness in my eyes because his face softens. “You know I won’t ever really hurt you, right Saint Nik? I want you to enjoy everything we do together.”

There’s more confidence in my second nod.

“You’ll say ‘red’ if anything gets too much for you?” He asks.

“Yes. Just. Do it already.”

“Say your code word for me first.” His fingers dig into my side.

“Red! Red!” I yell, through the tickling claws

His hands fall away from me in an instant, his mouth a wide smile. “Good.” He whispers, sending a chill across my body.

Then he’s slowly crossing the room. Examining his wall of toys. His hand traces gently across them. I cringe a little when his hand passes over the particularly mean looking studded paddle. He catches the look in my eye. I try to keep my face straight but I think he sees my guilt in my aura.

“We can work up to these. Tonight. I mark you with my hand.” He says walking over to the bed. I release a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He perches at the end of the large mattress and pats his lap. “Come and get your punishment, naughty girl.”

I shuffle over to him, feels a little embarrassed until he grabs my waist and tips me over his lap in one easy motion. So my hands are near the floor and my ass is in the air.

He drags my skirt up to expose my ass, the air cooling my heated skin. His claws caresses across my naked ass.

“You get one slap, for every time you rolled your eyes at me over the last two days.” He says.

“What?” I ask. “How many was that?” I demand, craning my neck to look at him.

“Don’t move, or you’ll get extra slaps.” His hand moves over my back pushing me back down.

“How many?” I ask again, glaring at the floor this time.

“Thirteen.” He says.

“Not that many surely.”

“Thirteen slaps, Saint Nik. Stay nice, and I will make them easy on you.”

My pussy clenches at the thought. “Yes, sir.” I respond, but there is sarcasm in my voice.

My ass is only briefly cold as his hand pulls away, before it lands back against me with a startling smack of skin against skin.

I wince, the heat rising where he hit me.

“How does that feel, Saint Nik?” He asks.

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