She was lying helpless on the bed. Her eyes wild with excitement and fear. Santa was tall and Laverne's bed was short, so Santa glared down at her from his tall stature.
Santa lightly stroked his cock while he stared at her, writhing on the bed. He saw her hand go near her pussy, "Excuse me, little girl, but did Santa say you could touch yourself?"
Laverne immediately froze, terror crossing her face. Santa starts to undo his belt, "Get on all fours and turn around. I want to see how red I can make that fat ass." She did as she was told, "Now, slowly, pull up that nightgown. I want to see if your ass would still fit on Santa's lap."
Santa now had his belt in his hands and was bending it menacingly. Laverne seemed to tremble slightly, while one all fours. Ah yes, just as Santa had hoped. Much like the rest of her body, her ass was fat and round. He could not wait to explore it.
He lightly drug his belt across her ample ass cheeks. On the way back across her pale white ass, Santa made one quick rap on each cheek. It was obvious that Santa has experience with a whip. Laverne tried to yelp, but the hat was still stuffed in her mouth. Santa continued with the belt, alternating cheeks, and keeping his rhythm a surprise to keep her anxiously waiting for the next smack.
Once her ass was sufficiently red he asked, " Did that hurt?" She nods yes. He starts to slowly, gently, rub her sore, red ass cheeks. Her body seems to relax slightly, with the mild relief she felt from his big, rough hands gently caressing her ass. He bends down to kiss each cheek, his beard tickling the outer lips of her throbbing cunt.
His gentle kisses take her by surprise, so she does not suspect his big, rough hand to come slamming down on her bruised ass cheek. She helps.
