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Summary: You are on Mrs.Claus's naughty list and she is here to deliver your punishments. She also has a naughty proposition for you.
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"Fuck," Sarah sighed as the doorbell rang again.
She thought staying quiet would make whoever it was at the door leave but they were persistent.
She carefully placed the wine glass back on the night stand and got out of her cosy bed.
"It's Christmas eve, Whoever it is, they better have a good reason," Sarah mumbled as she opened the door.
A strikingly beautiful woman, dressed in a long red winter coat stood outside.
"Good evening my dear," said the woman in red in a charming voice.
She must be in her forties Sarah thought to herself. Her silver hair was short and perfectly made despite the snow and wind outside.
"Is this 42, Clover's Lane? I am here for Sarah, Sarah Collins." she said in a polite tone.
"Yes, that's me," Sarah said curiously trying to remember the mature women in front of her.
"God, it's freezing outside. Do you mind if we talk inside?" she asked.
Despite not knowing the woman, Sarah did not want to be rude. The mature woman did not seem like a threat, so Sarah opened the door and let her in.
"Thank you my dear, I know it's Christmas eve and it's late. You must be wondering who I am?" she said in a cheerful tone.
Sarah just looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"I am Mrs.Claus and I am here for your punishment," the older woman said casually.
"What?" Sarah laughed out wondering if she made a mistake letting this crazy person inside.
"I know what you are thinking dear. I am not a crazy person," smiled Mrs.Claus as if reading her mind.
"Well, you see my husband Mr.Claus handles the nice list and I handle the naughty list. Lucky you, you're on my list this year," she said with a coy smile.
"Santa brings presents for grownups too?" Sarah asked and mentally scolded herself. Of all the things that were strange about this situation, this is the first question that popped into her head.
"Of course dear, but only if you're a true believer." Mrs.Claus said as she removed her leather gloves.
"And I get to punish the naughty ones," Mrs.Claus said, holding the gloves as if ready to spank her. Sarah blushed at the thought.
"Why is that you get to deal with the naughty list?" Sarah asked.
"At the beginning we had a little poll and everyone agreed I should be the one handling the naughty list," Mrs.Claus answered patiently.
Sarah did agree, it would be better getting punished by this mature sexy woman than an old fat bearded man.
"But I thought only the nice ones got presents?" Sarah asked, wondering about the weird punishment tradition.
"Yes dear, but we can't just ignore the naughty ones, can we now?" Mrs.Claus replied.
"You don't look like..." Sarah said and stopped wondering if she might offend Mrs.Claus.
"I don't look like Mrs.Claus?" Mrs.Claus completed the sentence for her and laughed.
"Oh, I have seen all the hideous ways people have portrayed me. Despite my age, I like to workout, stay fit and enjoy dressing up," she said.
"I really like your coat," Sarah said, admiring the red leather coat. It must probably cost a fortune she thought to herself.
"Thank you dear," Mrs.Claus said.
"What about the sleigh?" Sarah asked curiously.
"Well I wasn't into the whole sleigh idea. It's just too cold, bumpy and not to mention the view of the reindeer's asses."
"I prefer a more sophisticated ride, you see that red sports car outside, yeah that's me."
Sarah peeked out to see a shining sports car parked in her driveway.
"And a steaming cup of hot chocolate to keep me warm,"
"I am not lugging around a huge sack of presents, so I don't need so much trunk space," Mrs.Claus said.
When she noticed Sarah staring at her red suitcase curiously.
"Let's just say everything I need fits right here in my suitcase." She said with a naughty smile.
Sarah still wasn't convinced of the whole Christmas punishment tradition. Does this mean Santa goes around knocking on doors as well, Sarah wondered.
"Yes dear, I prefer being straightforward. Just knocking on doors and using the front door to climbing up roofs and crawling down dirty chimneys." She answered as if reading Sarah's thoughts.
"Can you imagine, after all the hours I spend getting my nails done."
That did make sense, agreed Sarah.
"Oh these men and their need to prove they are macho or whatever. Of course it was my husband's idea. You know, All the riding, climbing and crawling."
"If it was up to me I'd just courier all the presents and maybe even give you until New Year's eve if you want to return or exchange them." Mrs.Claus said with a smile.
"But I was a good girl this year?" Sarah said meekly although deep down she knew that was not true.
"Oh my sweet girl, everybody is in denial the first time," Mrs.Claus said patiently.
Sarah did not respond wondering if Mrs.Claus really knew or was she just bluffing her.
"Oh well for starters, you seduced your neighbour, You know the new mother down the lane, whom you babysit for." Mrs.Claus said with a knowing smile.
That got Sarah's attention.
"How do you know that?" Sarah asked.
"and fucked your best friend's mom." said the older woman calmly with a knowing smile.
"She was going through a divorce and was lonely," Sarah said defensively.
"And what about the six other times you visited her last month? I would say that definitely qualifies as naughty," said Mrs.Claus.
"How?" Sarah asked her in a shocked tone.
"Of course I know my dear, I'm Mrs.Claus. You have quite a list this year," Mrs.Claus said casually.
Mrs.Claus sighed and continued.
"Oh come on my dear, do you really want to stand here, talk about me, all the naughty things you did this year or move on to the fun stuff?" she asked.
What did she mean by fun stuff Sarah thought.
"Look if nothing else, I know you are probably just going to spend Christmas Eve with a glass of wine, a trashy novel and end up masturbating. Instead we could have some fun and you can take your punishments like the naughty girl you are." she said in a sultry tone.
Sarah had to admit, the only thing exciting about her Christmas eve was when Mrs.Claus turned up. She was curious what her punishment was and the thought excited her.
"So what do I have to do?," Sarah asked curiously.
