Santa wailed as the crop lashed his flaming buttocks once more.

"Is this what you wanted?" hissed Mrs Santa in his ear.

Santa whimpered.

Purring, she strutted around his prostrate form in her black stockings and heels.

“Such a wicked Santa, aren’t you?”

Pulling his glowing buttocks apart, Mrs Santa slid her enormous strap-on slowly past his petrified sphincter.

Santa’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his chimney burned.

“Bad -” she panted, “– Santa!”

As she thrust her toy fully home, Santa covered the Earth with his thick white Christmas cum.

“Good boy,” she cooed with satisfaction.