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 feel 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.
The belt was falling harder and faster now, making it hard to concentrate on his words. I took solace in the fact my ass felt like an inferno because that had to mean it would be over soon.
“Soon, little elf, you will be mine. All your past sins will be absolved through the sting of my leather belt, and you will have a fresh, shiny clean slate. And I know you’re going to remember this lesson for a long time to come and do your very best to change your behavior in the future, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I couldn’t keep from crying now, and I spoke the words through yells of pain and sobs of shame.
I counted ten more as the belt continued its harsh lesson upon the stinging flesh of my ass, which somehow hadn’t yet gone numb. I felt every lash. I almost cried with joy when I heard the clatter of the buckle as the strap of leather fell from his hands and hit the ground near my feet.
Santa Bear’s rainbow fur was soaked from my tears. I pushed him away and grabbed at a pillow before Yule scooped me into his arms, sat on the edge of the bed, and settled me in his lap, letting my torched ass hang in the space between his legs, an action for which I was very grateful. The Santa suit was soft, but his thighs were hard and muscular, and did not make a comfortable sitting place for someone with a freshly spanked bottom.
“You did very well, little elf. I’m proud of you.” Yule’s beaming smile radiated the pride he spoke of and warmed my heart. That smile almost made the pain in my posterior worth it. Almost, but not quite.
I forced a rueful smile, and tucked a stray lock of wet hair behind my ear as I looked up at him tearfully. “What if that wasn’t...you know, enough?” I whispered. The thought of taking any more of a spanking almost killed me, but when we were done, I wanted to be sure we were well and done. No round two needed.
Santa frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together, as he inhaled deeply. “You should see your bottom, little elf. But as for that spanking being enough, it won’t be. Not on its own. That’s why we need to get to bed very soon. We have a busy day of doing good deeds and spreading Christmas cheer ahead of us. But, first, let’s get a snack, shall we? We skipped dinner.”
“I’m not hungry,” I protested, with a pout, sliding off his lap. It was true. I wasn’t hungry at all. Not for food at least.
I placed myself on my knees between his, and rubbed his leg through the soft velvet, starting at his knees, and working up to his groin. When I moved to caress his package through the fabric of his slacks, he blocked me with his hand.
“Not tonight,” he scolded, waving his finger back and forth in front of my face. “You were very naughty, and tonight was about punishment, and punishment only. It doesn’t come with a side of pleasure. You’ll do well to remember that.”
“I want a Tonka truck, Santa.” The little towheaded boy on my lap was small for his five years and missing his two front teeth.
“Ho, ho, ho! Aaron, you’ve been such a good boy this year, Santa’s gonna see what he can do, but there just might be a Tonka truck with your name on it come Christmas morning.”
I could feel Crystal’s eyes watching me from her spot in the serving line. Strands of hair had fallen loose from her ponytail, framing her face, her makeup had all but melted off, and sweat glistening on her forehead. She was positively beaming and had never looked more beautiful. Except when screaming my name mid orgasm, of course.
Aaron leaped off my lap, and I handed him a candy cane and sent him back to his mother.
The poor woman looked slightly panicked at my promise of a toy, and I wondered if she, too, was a nonbeliever. If she was, she would be my first stop after the New Year. Poor woman deserved a little hope in her life. And little Aaron? Well, he would be getting his Tonka truck. And a new coat as well.
“I thought you had mall Santas for this stuff.” Crystals voice interrupted my musings, and I looked up to see her standing beside me, and that the line of kids had dwindled to nothing. Aaron had been the last one.
“I do, but we were here. My father always tried to put in a few appearances himself each year, especially at places like this. I will probably do the same. It was pretty fun, and very rewarding. Good works are good for the soul.”
“Yeah, but you’re Santa. You do good works all the time. Your entire life is based on good works.”
“Very true, little elf. Very true. And that’s why you were the one picking up litter, and delivering baskets, visiting nursing homes, and sweating your cinnamon buns off in that kitchen. Speaking of which, did you help with the cleanup?”
“Yes. But my feet hurt. Can we go home now?” Suddenly embarrassed, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “That is, I mean, if you think it is okay?”
I furrowed my brow and frowned in confusion. I was very tired. “If I think it is okay?”
“Yeah, you know, like if I’m off the naughty list? Could you check? I don’t want to stop now if it turns out I only need to do one more thing.”
I was dead on my feet, and naughty list or no, all I wanted to do was fall into bed beside her. “I’ll check when we get back to your place, little elf. And if by some oddity your name is still on there, I know a little deed we can do before we leave for the North Pole tomorrow. In fact, we might do it anyway because it’s the right thing to do.”
“Okay.” She frowned, looking torn. She wanted her name off that list, but I suspected she was more exhausted than I was.
I stood and took her hand, thanked the shelter directors, and walked out the front door. Once outside, I whisked her into an alley and teleported us home.
“Every muscle in my body aches, even ones I didn’t know I had. And my blisters have blisters,” I whined, stripping down to my bra and panties as Yule watched from his spot on my bed next to me.
“At least you’re off the naughty list,” Santa reminded me, grinning. True to his word, he had checked as soon as we arrived. It was good news, but at the moment, all I cared about was getting underneath a spray of hot water and climbing into bed.
“I need a shower,” I announced, standing to stalk off to the bathroom.
Yule caught my arm and stopped me. “Where are you going, little elf?”
I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. He wasn’t usually this slow. “I’m going to shower.”
“I ran a bath for us. With Epsom salts. Good for achy muscles.”
“What? When did you do that? And where did you get Epsom salts?”
Yule raised his eyebrows, and I shook my head at my own silliness. “Oh. Right. Santa. Well, come on, then.”
He followed me into the bathroom. The tub was indeed filled with warm water, and the smells of spearmint and eucalyptus permeated the air.
“Scented Epsom salts?” I asked, turning to find him naked.
He shrugged and climbed into the tub, sliding down into the water. “Well, it’s not peppermint, but it’s good for you on a day like today.”
“Mmmhhmm,” I murmured, stripping off my bra and panties and stepping into the tub in front of him. I leaned back against his hard chest and moaned. The Epson salts were working, and I could already feel the achiness and tension fading.
“Oh, this was a good idea.” I stretched out as much as I could, straightening my legs and resting them on the bathroom wall. I wiggled my toes.
“You deserved it, little elf. You did good today. I’m very proud of you.”
His words warmed me from the inside out. I was proud of me, too.
“That was fun,” I admitted. “It felt good, and everyone was so happy to see us, everywhere we went.”
“Yes, they were, weren’t they? Some of them don’t get a lot of visitors, or they are in such a hard place they don’t have a lot of self-confidence. They feel invisible. When someone gives them help of any sort, or even a smile or a kind word, it can make all the difference.”
I sighed. “I need to be better.” I knew Yule wasn’t meaning to, but he was making me feel bad for all the years I had been less than kind to people around me, especially people like the ones we had met today.
“You will, little elf,” Yule said confidently. “What was your favorite part of the day?”
“Well, duh. The shopping.” I giggled. Besides picking up litter, visiting the elderly, and feeding the homeless, we had purchased hundreds of toys, dropping them off at angel trees and Toys for Tots bins all over town.
“I should have guessed. It’s always the shopping.”
“What was your favorite?” I asked, closing my eyes as I waited for his answer.
“My favorite?” I felt the rumble of his laughter against my back. “My favorite was meeting your friend Marcus.”
Beyond doing good deeds for the less fortunate, Yule had insisted that I needed to experience the joy of picking out and giving the perfect gift. He had taken me to the mall, and told me to pick out anything I wanted for anyone I wanted. Because my family would have thought I was completely off my rocker, if I had showed up with a pile of presents, I chose Marcus. I had picked out a rainbow beanie and scarf, a cashmere sweater, and a special Harry Potter coffee mug I knew he would love. He was a secret Potter-head.
I had felt overly vulnerable showing up at his house with gifts, knowing that we had never exchanged them before, and that Marcus was about as anti-Christmas as I had been before Yule came along and turned my holiday spirit on his head.
And oh yeah, there was Yule himself. I showed up on Marcus’s doorstop with a hunky Santa Claus.
Marcus hadn’t even batted an eye when I did, though. He invited us in graciously, and even served cocoa almost as good as Santa’s. His house was already decked out for the holiday, and he seemed to wince a little when he sat on the hard wooden barstool at his kitchen island, raising my earlier suspicions.
He had loved the gifts, and even surprised me with a porcelain teddy bear for my collection.
All those surprises had been more than enough, but my favorite one was when he pulled me away from Yule, and cornered me by the Christmas tree.
“Hot Santa looks pretty legit,” he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “But he’s not your usual type. Where did you meet him?”
“Oh you know, around the neighborhood,” I answered, gesturing vaguely.
Marcus smirked. “Yeah, I don’t think so, honey. Tell me this, did he make a believer out of you? You off the naughty list yet?”
I choked on my cocoa and turned to gape at him. Marcus often spoke in code and innuendo, but this seemed like too big a coincidence to just be another one of his silly speech patterns.
“Oh, close your mouth, child. You knew I was safe. That’s why you brought him here.”
“I mean, I guess, I thought maybe...” I chose my words carefully. “You seemed different lately, and he had mentioned something, I guess.”
Marcus nodded sagely, bringing his mug to his lips and taking a sip before smiling. “Honey, I am always gonna be as gay as a Froot Loop, but I’ll tell you one thing. Vixen the elf mistress can visit me anytime she wants to. In fact, here soon, I’m going to start actively trying to get back on that list for next year. Mmmhmm.”
I laughed, and shook my head. “He broke into my apartment and started spanking me.”
Marcus nodded, looking totally unsurprised.
“He says I’m his Mrs. Claus.”
Marcus turned and peeked at Yule over his shoulder before turning back to me. “Girl! Go get your Santa then, you lucky bitch.”
I smiled and craned my neck to look up at ‘my Santa.’ “Yeah, okay. That part was my favorite, too. So Vixen the elf mistress is real, huh?”
Santa grinned. “Well, little elf, it’s like I said. Somebody has to help the naughty boys see the error of their ways. Sometimes a little Santa magic is enough, but if it isn’t, a visit from Vixen will usually do the trick.”
“You’re crazy.” I stretched my body to receive his offered kiss.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s the good kind of crazy.”