Good girls sit on Santa's lap. Naughty girls get bent...Over Santa's Knee.
At her best friend's Christmas party, sub Lena Russell sits on Santa's lap and whispers her erotic Christmas list in his ear, never expecting the Dom playing Santa will deliver.
Dom Paul Trask appears on Lena's doorstep, intent on punishing the naughty sub. First a spanking over Santa's knee, and then perhaps they'll play with some of the toys from Santa's bag.
Excerpt from Over Santa's Knee:
He patted his leg. "Since you're so eager, little one, come here. Sit."
Already chastised for seeming too eager, and yet also in trouble for taking too long to shed her clothes, she took carefully measured steps to close the gap between them. She perched sideways across his lap as she'd done at Aimee's party.
Except the being-totally-naked part.
"Good. Now...I believe you asked Santa for a Dom."
"Yes, Santa Sir."
"With big hands?"
"Yes, Santa Sir."
"Hmmm. Why in the world would you be interested in big hands?" He lifted one of his hands, held it aloft in front of her. Then he enveloped her entire right breast, squeezing, molding the firm flesh.
She swallowed a gasp.
"A good fit there, I think." He switched to the other tit, gave it the same hard caress. Then he grabbed one thigh in each of his large palms and forced her legs apart. "How about for this? Big hands feel better when they do this?"
The muscles along the insides of her legs burned as he pressed for a wider spread.
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Keep them open." He lightly slapped the pale flesh on her inner thigh. "Slide farther forward."
She shifted until her ass perched on the very edge of his lap, struggling to maintain the wide-open position.
He inched his hand up her leg, then cupped her entire pussy, gripping it.
Shockwaves made her twitch.
He wrapped his other hand around her hip to steady her. "How about this?" He squeezed harder.
"Yes, Sir."
He eased off the pressure, releasing her cunt. "Such a pretty little pussy." He traced the small V of pubic hair she carefully cultivated. Then he spread her lower lips, touching the tip of a finger to her opening.
It came away wet.
"I do love an eager sub." He wiped the moisture along her leg. "Big hands can be fun in so many delightful ways. Good call on including them in your wish list. I can't wait to see how much of this hand can fit into that hot little cunt. I'm willing to bet that with enough effort on my part, you can take the whole thing."
She shivered, envisioning him knuckle-deep inside her.
"I know what you were thinking then." He laughed softly and hauled her back further on his lap again, nestling her against his growing erection. "Now...what else did you ask for? Santa sometimes needs reminding of what's on a Christmas list."
"Soft-lined leather cuffs, Santa Sir."
He leaned closer, filling her nose with the scent of shampoo from his thick, dark hair. "Soft-lined. So, you like to be restrained, but don't want it to hurt too much when you pull against them?" The breath from his words fanned across her nipple.
It tightened in response. Yes, she was an eager sub, and right now, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her tit into his mouth. But subs didn't call the shots. So she settled for responding to his question. "Yes, Santa Sir."
"Good to know. What else?" His fingers left her hip to wander across her stomach, a skimming, teasing touch that had her longing for something more substantial. At the same time, he brushed his tongue across the already-taut peak of her nipple, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard.
She inhaled sharply. Oh, god, yes, that was better.
He trailed his fingers lower, finding her clit and stroking it.
She jolted on his lap.
He broke away from sucking on her tit just long enough to say, "What else?" Then he grazed his teeth over the sensitive tip. "Something about these titties, right?"
"I, uh, yes, Santa Sir. N-nipple clamps."
"Yes, that's right." He shifted his attention to the opposite breast, licking it. "What else? If I recall, you had a very extensive, specific wish-list." He dipped his fingers lower, gathering moisture from her opening and spreading it around her clit, then rubbing the nub between his thumb and finger. His teeth and mouth resumed their exploration of her boob.
"Um, um..."
"Having trouble concentrating?" He jacked her clit like a miniature cock, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
"Y-yes, Santa Sir."
"Exactly," he barked. "And that's what you did to me at the party. I have no idea what the next few people after you said to me. Santa doesn't know what to bring them for Christmas, and it's all your fault, bad girl." He spilled her from his lap, fastening his hand around her wrist and pulling her around. "Over Santa's knee. Now."
She found herself draped over him, head dangling, eye-level with his black leather boots. Her pulse kicked up a notch.
Gentle caresses feathered over her ass cheeks, traced the lower curves. Then he palmed both of them, squeezing slightly. "Mmm. Looks to me like this ass was made for spanking. But first..." A fingertip pressed into her tailbone, then slowly traced a line down her crack, pausing at her back door. "I believe you asked Santa for something here, no?"
She swallowed hard. "A medium butt-plug, Santa Sir."
"And why medium?"
"Be-because the small one isn't doing it for me anymore, Santa Sir."
He made a tsking sound. "Such a dirty, naughty girl." His hand moved from her rear, and he shifted beneath her, leaning to the side. The canvas bag rustled. "Santa likes dirty, naughty girls. And sometimes he likes to give them even more than they asked for."
A lid snapped. He spread her ass cheeks. She braced her hands on the floor to help steady herself. A cold drop of lube hit her. Then another. He used his finger to smear it around her opening, then pressed inside slowly.
Lena stifled a moan.
He eased back out, then drove in faster, this time twisting his finger. Soon he had a steady rhythm going, out-and-in with a twist, out-and-in with a twist.
When he added a second finger, she couldn't help it. If felt so damn good. She moaned.
Earning her a light-but-stinging slap on her ass. "Sounds like you're enjoying this too much. This is supposed to be a punishment. Well, Santa can kick it up a notch." He pulled his fingers from her ass.
Again he shifted and the toy sack crinkled. A few more drops of slick lube dripped down.
Then, something hard pressed against her hole. The blunt tip eased inside. He pressed it in further, stretching her.
She nibbled her lower lip.
He pulled the butt-plug back, then inched forward.
"Ohboy." She closed her eyes, grit her teeth, as the sensation got more and more intense.
"Deep breath, push out. We're about to hit the widest part."
She did as he instructed. And yelped as he drove the definitely-more-than-medium-sized plug home, seating it fully in her ass. It burned. It hurt.
But...it hurt good. She liked it. Liked the overwhelming full sensation it provided.
He splayed that very large palm across the base of the plug, holding it inside her. "Relax," he crooned. "Relax, let your body get used to it. You'll thank Santa for this later when he's fucking your sweet, tight ass." His free hand stroked up and down her spine.
Her pussy jolted at the idea of his cock deep in her ass, which set off a fresh jab of pain from the plug. Lena drew in deep breaths through her nose, concentrating on relaxing beneath his hands, beneath the plug. Eventually she stilled on his lap.
"Safe word?" he asked softly.
Oh, crap. That meant things were about to get real. "Boa, Sir."
"Boa?" he repeated.
"Yes, Santa Sir."
"Good. Now..." The crack of his wide palm on her ass registered a split-second before the sting.
Apparently sound traveled slower than light, but faster than pain.
Every muscle in her body tensed again.
"It's not nice..." Swat! "...to tease..." Swat! "...Santa Claus." Swat, swat! The blows alternated ass cheeks. Each slap stung sweetly, but jiggled the plug in her rear, sending sharp darts of pain through her. "It's not smart...to tease...Doms." Each pause was filled with another smack. "Subs who tease...Doms...get the price...taken out...on their ass."
By now her ass cheeks had to be pink as hell. The sting grew hotter. The shifting plug also burned more and more.
"Tell Santa..." Swat! "...you're sorry." And with that, Paul brought his hand down across the middle of her ass, across the bottom of the butt-plug.
Driving it hard into her already throbbing hole.
"Ow!" She shrieked, nearly lurching off his lap. She grabbed his ankle and the rung of the chair. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her in place. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
He grunted. "You almost sound sincere. But I think we've only just started to teach you a lesson."
