Flash Fiction Friday: Santa’s Got a Brand New Bag
Friday, December 24th, 2010
He watched her from the doorway, stealthily unwrapping a gift, unable to wait until morning. When he cleared his throat she turned. Blushed. And offered her bountiful breasts as a peace offering for being such a bad, bad girl.
He tried to look stern and reprimanding. There was but one thing to do. He led her by the hand to the sofa (chintz, camelback), aglow in the light from the Christmas tree, and bent her over his knee. She squirmed and moaned under the repeated smack of his hard, black-gloved hand—grinding her pubic mound into his red-clad thigh, his cock pressing hard against her side.
When he felt she’d sufficiently paid for her transgressions, he stood before her and removed his stocking cap and coat. He placed the cap atop her tousled locks and pulled the jacket around her naked curves. And laying a finger aside of his nose, up the chimney he rose. Merry Christmas to all, and to you…you naughty thing…go to bed.
Check out other Flash Fiction Friday participants this week:
Insatiabear: A Panserbjorne’s Musings
A View from the Top
The Oversexed Librarian
Naughty Lexi
Free Advizor
William at The Training of my Lovely Slut
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