It was the week before Christmas and final preparations at the North Pole where underway. Santa had been in his office going over the naughty and nice list. He's always happy yet, never surprised when the naughty begin to do good things in their attempt to get on the nice list. He especially enjoyed making house calls to punish certain naught individuals. Of course, those at the North Pole including Mrs. Claus had no idea he did these trips. Santa was always going out to check up on three certain ladies on his naughty list in person.
(There was a knock at the door)
"Come in."
"Ah. Hello Eldar. What can I do for you?"
"Mrs. Claus would like your presence in storage right away Santa."
Santa stared at his head elf for a moment before putting is pen and list down. Normally he wouldn't stop working for anyone. Mrs. Claus was a different story. He got up and made his way toward the door following Eldar out the door and down the hall to storage. Now wondering what she was doing in storage with everything else going on. They rounded the corner and the door was closed.
"Mrs. Claus you still in there?" asked Eldar knocking on the door.
The door swung open to her standing there before them. She lifted a hand and thanked Eldar for fetching Santa telling him to head back to the workshop to keep things in order. Once he was out of sight she pulled Santa into the room.
"I understand your preflight coming up. Before you go can you carry some of these boxes over to my office?"
"Ah. I have a lot of work to do. Why didn't you have Eldar do it?" He asked of course knowing that was a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Well, these are sensitive things, and I wanted to wish you a safe journey before you left to have your way with all those naughty girls."
Santa had to do a double take, making sure he heard her correctly. He couldn't even fathom what to do other than stare at Mrs. Claus.
"Owe you thought I'd never find out. Funny you only visit the naughty ones over the age of 25 on that list before Christmas. Besides that it's the same ones very year as well, which I can't blame them. On the outside you're a fat jolly man. But under the big red suit it's quite the sizable North Pole, and other talents that will have any woman begging for more."
"I'm s..o..r..r..y."
"You will be now move!"
He quickly picked up the boxes and made his way out of the room. His mind began to race wondering what she had in store for him. As well as what was in these boxes he had to carry up to her office. The walk took a little longer this time as her office is on the other side of the facility. He got to the top of the stairs and waited as she came around him and opened the door.
"Oh, just put those over there."
Walking over he put them down against the far wall. Turning back he stood and stared at her wondering if he should make a "b" line for the door, or stay and handle this now.
"Good, now I want you to strip. Before you even think of refusing or hesitating, just remember the more you resist the worse it will get. I hate for word to get out that Santa has been abusing his authority. The elves think so highly of you, I can only imagine what it would do to your reputation."
The hesitation lasted long enough for Mrs. Claus to say all of that. As soon as she was done he began to remove his clothes. Not taking too long since he only had on slippers, pants, and a shirt. He folded them nicely and placed them on a nearby chair.
"Well one never gets old of that view. I swear your cock looks bigger every time I see it." She chuckled to herself at this. Mrs. Claus saw his dick every day. Sometimes just to tease him enjoying watching him get erections. Santa's cock at full mast was 9 ½" long and 3-4" in girth.
"You should be aware that my little shopping trip last week wasn't really a shopping trip. I went to visit some friends of yours. You know them as Heather, Megan, and Tricia, but you knew that already didn't you?"
Santa gulped hard these women were the naughtiest of girls ever to cross his list. He took it upon himself to go and see them every year and try to change them of their naughty ways. Despite what you think he never had sex with any of them. Though he'd strip in front of them, allowing them to think they were going to get a go at his horse like cock. It was never allowed he'd tease them immensely though never letting them touch him.
Of course they couldn't as he would restrain them. Heather had a weakness for spankings which he learned after the first visit. Spanking her first with an open palm, then switching to a belt only made her more excited. He tried other tools that didn't work it only made her pussy wetter. However, spanking her pussy always had a positive effect. After about twenty lashes of the riding crop on her pussy she would be begging him to stop with promises to be good. As well as promising to satisfy his dick anyway he desired. He would always refuse telling her that is what got her on the naughty list in the first place. Her inability to keep it in her pants, though know she knew what it felt like for all those men who she beat their genitals into submission.
Megan wouldn't last long during her spankings. Unlike Heather, Megan hated to be spanked in anyway shape or form. He never got in more than 10 smacks before she was begging him to stop. Which he never would, just continuing until her ass had a nice rosy red tint to it. Her weakness had been vibrators. She loved to ride a good vibe for hours, so to tease her he would tie her bent over the kitchen table. He'd position the fucking machine behind her. Placing a vibe in each hole only he would put it on the lowest setting so she barely felt it. Then he would spank her ass, as the machine fucked both her holes. As one went in, the other pulled out doing this for 10 minute intervals. Before changing its rhythm again, so she couldn't get used to it. Santa would then let her know for every 10 smacks she took, he would turn the vibrator up a notch. This didn't work out well as she couldn't take a long spanking. Yet, she would always try her best to hold out wanting the fucking to continue.
Tricia now this is his favorite. She loved to dominate men humiliating them in any way she could. Santa enjoys this as she is a straight dominatrix. Tricia was not in any way into being submissive so making her his plaything always satisfied him. It was never easy to get her to submit, though he had his ways. He would use her slave to help over power her. Once tied down in position, she would then be forced to satisfy her slave's needs. Though the repercussions to her slave were severe it was always worth it to humiliate her Mistress for a few hours. Yes, Tricia had female slaves. Occasionally she would have male slaves as she did enjoy CBT from time to time. Though she only had males when she discovered there cocks didn't meet her needs.
Her slaves however loved the chance to tease her leaving her on the edge of orgasm for hours on end, while the whole time taking turns riding her tongue. Which despite having female slaves, Tricia wasn't into women in any sexual way at all. It turned her on to dominate them, but she never did anything to them. She loved cock too much and that is all she would ever have in her mouth. So the slaves making her suck and lick their pussies, was truly torture for her as she didn't like it. Though Santa knew it wasn't just any cock she loved big ones. So he would always stand over her dangling his big meat in front of her face making her drool for it.
"I guess by your silence I don't need to remind you of who these women are. I know you never slept with them which is good. Though I am aware of what you did do with them, and that was not nice Santa."
He put his head down and continued to stand there. Wondering now if he would get any brownie points as Mrs. Claus had to know now why she always got the best fucking of her life when he returned from this trip.
"Turn around now and bend over that table over there. Make sure your stretch your arms out in front of you."
"But...There has to be something we can do to work this out."
"There is, turn and bend over. No more talking from you unless I ask you a question. The more you hesitate the worse it will be."
He had to admit this bossy side of his wife was turning him on a bit. The word submissive wasn't something that crossed his mind unless he was the Master. Doing as instructed he made his way to the table stopping in front of it. Placing his thighs against the end he bent over the table arms stretched out in front of him.
"Good, now put your face down."
Once his face was down she walked in front of him and put a strap around each wrist pulling it to its limit and tying it to the table leg. She repeated this with the other arm, and then went and secured his legs to the table as well. This position also spread his legs a bit leaving his genitals on full display. Mrs. Claus wasn't done yet, returning to his head she placed a strap on one side of the table crossed it over the back of his head and attached it to the other side.
"There now we have you good and secure, don't want you to move or try to lift your head in protest."
She moved behind him and began to lightly rub her hands over his exposed ass. First, just lightly using her finger tips sending chills up his. After several minutes of this she began to spank it starting off with easy smacks only getting his attention. Then picking up the momentum going from little stings to a full onslaught of pain. There was no disguising the muffled moans that escaped his mouth with each blow. Then as quickly as it started it ended.
"Huh, well I have to say your cheeks aren't the only thing red anymore." She giggled to herself.
Santa hoped that it was over now, though deep down he knew it was only the beginning. Besides his wife he knew Heather, Megan, and Tricia where all gonna get to have some revenge on him. It would be a long night, and hopefully he could still sit when it was all over with.
Just then he felt a cold pair of hands grip is cock and begin to stroke it downward though never touching the tip. The hands would keep going one of top of the other as if there was a conveyer belt of hands going down his cock. He felt himself getting hard though do to the table it just continue to point down word, which would be slightly uncomfortable. Once he hit maximum length one hand began to piston up and down his shaft as the other gripped his fat head making circular motions as if trying to shine a bowling ball.
This continued for some time as he now felt his balls begin to tighten and his load now building up. It would only be a matter of time before he shot his massive load. The point of no return was vastly approaching he wanted this so bad, no shaking his thighs trying to edge it on more. As soon as it was about to break through the stroking came to an abrupt stop. Leaving him hanging right on the edge more frustrated than he had ever been. It took some time for it to go down, but once it did, the edging continued for the next hour. With Mrs. Claus bringing him right to the edge and stopping.
He was getting close again when there was a knock on the door. His cock released from her grip yet again as he heard Mrs. Claus walk over and open the door.
"Well, Hello ladies come on in. As you can see he is all ready to go for the evening of fun. Now remember what we discussed."
