From the Ashley Cooper Series.
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I'll be the first to admit, I've been a bad girl the last couple of years and Santa has made exceptions for me that he probably shouldn't have. Well, it all came to a head (ha... ha...) one evening before Christmas, when Santa paid me a visit. While I'm sure he meant to persuade me into being a good girl, he taught me that being bad can also be very rewarding. Needless to say, I met the North Pole that night and it was more exciting than I could have possibly imagined. To this day, I'm still not sure if it was a dream because it felt so real, and my pussy smelled like a peppermint candy cane the next morning. Regardless, it was the most amazing Christmas gift I'd ever received.
The night in question happened shortly after I'd fallen asleep one cold night in December. Before I could comprehend what was happening, someone grabbed my leg and pulled me to the edge of my mattress.
"Ho..ho..ho...! Ashley, wake up!"
"Santa?" I asked turning to look at him. I rubbed my eyes. "What's going on?"
He wagged his white glove at me. "Ashley, you've been a very bad girl. You're on Santa's naughty list."
I sighed and thought about all the sexual encounters I'd had over the past year. "I know. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself."
"You didn't leave me any cookies either Ashley. I'm very disappointed," said Santa, shaking his head. He removed his velvety red cap and put it on my nightstand. "I've got to teach you a lesson Ashley."
I sat up. "What do you mean?"
With a twinkle in his blue eyes he touched the top of my pajamas. "You need a good old fashioned spanking. Apparently, it's been a long time coming."
I shook my head. "Oh, I don't think so Santa. I'll just take the coal this year."
Santa picked me up off the bed, he was surprisingly very strong for a jolly old elf, and sat down on a big red chair, that magically appeared out of nowhere. I'd worn a long white t-shirt to bed and a red lacy thong, so when he bent me over on his lap he had an easy access to my rear. He moved my shirt away from my ass cheeks and I could feel his warm breath on my skin.
"I didn't know you dished out spankings, Santa," I said.
He chuckled. "In your case, it's needed." He removed one of his gloves. "Believe me Ashley, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you."
I rolled my eyes. Right.
Then he raised his hand and slapped me hard on the ass.
"Oh! Santa," I pleaded. "Please don't spank me!"
"You've been a bad...bad...girl," he said, raising his hand. He slapped my ass again, this time even harder.
"Oh...no...please. I'll be good!" I cried. Having Santa spank me was sending mixed vibes. Part of me enjoyed it, the other part was mortified.
He slapped me again. "You didn't even leave me any cookies. Santa needs to eat!"
"I'm sorry...I forgot!"
"Ashley," he said, now rubbing my sore red cheeks. He chuckled. "I bet you didn't know that Santa likes to eat more than cookies..."
I raised my eyebrows as his hand slipped under my thong.
I looked back at him. "Santa?"
"Oh, yes..." he licked his lips, his breath coming faster. "Santa likes his pie, too."
His fingers slipped inside of my pussy and I became instantly wet. "Oh, Santa..." I whispered.
His eyes glowed with lust. "I like all kinds of pie, but my favorite...do you know what my favorite is Ashley?"
"What?" I moaned as his fingers strummed my swollen clit.
"I love cherry pie. Oh, yes...I love cherry pie..." he growled, thrusting a finger into my slippery wet pussy.