Twas the Night Before Christmas - A kinky take on a classic

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our house
Not a creature was stirring, save one little mouse;
Sheer stockings were placed on firm thighs with great care,
In hopes that my Master soon would be there;

The toys were all nestled, each one in their spot,
While visions of paddles danced in my thoughts;

The wand right beside me and ropes in their wrap,
I’d just settled in for a long waiting nap,

When from the front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the staircase I flew like a flash,
Wrapped up in my robe with a tightly pulled sash.

The moon through the pain of the window below
Gave lustre of mid-day to objects I know,
And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
The man in a suit holding eight objects near,

A small nod and a grin that sent such a shiver,
I knew in a moment it must be my Mister.
More rapid than racers, his movements they came,
And he chuckled, and growled low, and called me by names;

"Now darling, my dancer, my prancer, my vixen,
my comet from cupid is rock hard, now listen.

To the top of the bed! put your hands on the wall,
Now arch your back, show that ass, give it to me, all!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
I did as he told me and put my ass to the sky,
So up to my hair his hand quickly flew,
My Master was there and his bag of toys too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from his throat
The rumble and growl of each heightened oath.
As I drew in my breath, becoming aroused,
Straight on my ass he caned with no sound.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his slack,
But my clothes were all shredded with one harsh pull back.

His bundle of toys he spread on my back,
And told me to stay while he searched through his pack.

His eyes - how they twinkled! his whistle how merry!
His dimples were killing me, going straight to my cherry.
His soft, full mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was to tickle me, I know.

The handle of his flogger he held in his teeth,
And the ball of his gag came round my head like a wreath;
He had a broad smile as his hand touched my belly,
That quivered and shook when he reached for his jelly.

It was chubby and plump, a right proper plug,
And I groaned when I saw it, in spite of the love;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Gave me to know I had something to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all my holes; then turned with a jerk,
And grabbed my magic wand with a chuckle of glee,
And flicked on the switch that would make me say “EEEE!”

He sprang to his full height, to my ass gave a slap,
And buried the thing in my clit with a laugh.

I heard the exclaim, ere he drove me so high
HAPPY CHRISTMAS MY LOVE, AND TO YOU A GOOD-NIGHT!


This was not necessarily an erotic piece, but it was a lot of fun to do! I hope it brought a smile to your face and maybe even a laugh or two. Thanks for reading! 

Thank You, Kayla Lords for this week's prompt!

Thank You, Marie Rebel for the lovely inspiration behind the prompt!

Naughty Santa photo used with permission by Creative Commons via Pixabay

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