Scents of cinnamon and citrus bit the air like the cane about to bite Ruth’s bottom. Again. As she strained at the bindings on her wrists and ankles, Ruth’s eyes shot open. Not that it was of any use, the blindfold was remorselessly effective. Yet it wasn’t the cane that next came to rest on Ruth’s bottom, but a firm, leather-gloved hand, lovingly squeezing her cheeks: chastising yet tender. Those sweet, assured touches w...

Hi, my name is Steve, and I work at the North Pole, where I’m in charge of all the electronic toys. It’s a new division, and we only started about sixty years ago. It doesn’t have the status of the wooden toy division, but anyway, that's what I do. Now all the Santa Claus fairy tales just talk about Santa, elves, and reindeer. Well, there are a fair number of big people like me. Who do you think gets stuff off the top she...

Verdurous decorations, glittering like festive, captive stars, mixed with the crimson and sterling bells. Lining the streets, garland, berries, and holly were strung in grand, sweeping arches; wreaths, angels, and other Yuletide icons adorned every show window, doorway, and sign. Terry had no use for the celebratory season, but he did enjoy the money. He hummed to himself, off-key, as he strolled down the boulevard; Terry...

For several weeks after their trip to Maui, Kathy and Brock continued to forge their relationship and both saw the possibility of wedding bells. As the trees turned color after an Indian Summer, they started discussing the plans for the upcoming holidays. By now, Kathy had met all of Brock’s family, his parents, his brother and sister, and their spouses, and some of the extended family. The entire Roberts family was large...

I was out of town at my sister's house for Christmas, not this last, but the one before that. There were many of us staying at my sister's house, so the only bed left was on the couch in the living room by the Christmas tree. I was up very late helping Santa, and after that, I stayed up even longer, drinking some whiskey and thinking about lost loved ones and friends I missed; Christmas stirs up memories and emotions. I w...

Saturday night’s annual Christmas Party and Toy Drive at Winner’s Sports Bar was in full swing when Jack arrived at 9:00 pm. There were over a hundred guests in attendance, plus a DJ, and this year’s added attraction, Santa and Mrs. Claus, along with two sexy female elf helpers. The photographer had a nice area for photos with Santa complete with a couch, Christmas tree, fake presents, and various holiday decorations. You...

‘Twas the night before Christmas, all through North Pole, Twenty-four hours, Mrs. Claus takes control. Her favorite of the eve, are the gang of swole elf; Using them, depraved pleasures, all to herself. The virile serfs, bound to their beds, Visions of her thick lips savoring their heads. 'Kerchiefs in their mouths, readied cocks on their laps; There would be no time for any winter naps. Their rods for delight, pounding m...

Rob was playing the organ for the Christmas Carol Service, and I’d come to help. Hidden up in the organ loft it was easy to get his cock out between carols. Soon I was sucking him off so vigorously that he almost missed the Recessional. Luckily it was the finale to Messiaen’s “Nativité” so the congregation hopefully didn’t notice all the wrong notes. Then, just as he spurted over my face, the curate turned up with mulled...

‘Twas the night before Christmas, it was quiet, all through the house apart from the whimpering of a soundly spanked girl. Santa was visiting his naughty girl list. It was to be a long night of pleasure, and his red leather gloves would be worn out by his visits to spank around the world. Starting in New Zealand, he passed through his world. Winging his way to his most favoured place, the cattle country of Wyoming, where...