Paddled by Krampus

by Harley Laroux

Alvina didn’t try to be a bad girl - it just came naturally.

It was all harmless really: just little tricks, things that hurt no one.

He would sigh and shake his head, but the more she cried and apologized, the more awkward he became, until he would simply pat her head and send her off to bed, and never say a word about it again.

Alvina had been certain he would be a fearsome Master. After all, he kept a bunch of switches above the mantle, and she had been certain she would feel their sting often.

“It will be an aphrodisiac unlike any other! A love potion for the 16th century!”

But the real magic lies in the effect: three sips, and the drinker is overcome with arousal. Six sips, and the drinker will orgasm spontaneously.”

“Spontaneously?” the feline looked alarmed. “For how long?”

“Oh, well…” Master Jareth hmm-ed and hawed for a bit. “That really depends on the alcohol tolerance of the drinker, height, weight, and such...if they drank on a full s...

Alvina was used to hearing strange and unusual things, but as she brought the bottle to her lips for her first sip, she could have sworn she heard a deep voice whisper in her ear, “You’re a very naughty girl, Alvina.”

It started with a burst of heat spreading from her belly, warming her so intensely that the little hairs on her arms stood on end. She shuddered, then shuddered again as she realized that the couch was so soft, and the sensation of it against her skin was hypnotizing. Then the heat spread downward, and her vagina seemed to clench. Her clit felt swollen and her breathing began to quicken until she was gasping. She leaned back on the couch, moaning as her pussy squeezed tighter, tighter - The orgasm almost made her scream. She had to clap her hand over her mouth to muffle it, and even so, the terror that she was going to be heard left her shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over her. All she could do was lay there, trembling as her muscles throbbed.

Of all the naughty things she’d done, she had little doubt that this would be the final straw. There would be no persuading him not to punish her for this, no matter how soft-hearted he was.

She thought of Jareth taking them down, ordering her to lift her dress and bend over, then whipping her thighs mercilessly. Her heart leapt with alarm as she realized the thought was intensifying her arousal. She couldn’t cast the fantasy from her head: Master Jareth scolding her, calling her a very bad girl, and taking her over his knee to spank her, his hand making her bottom burn with every loud slap of his palm.

she moaned his name, begging softly, “Oh Master, please, please, please…”

Her vagina began tightening and releasing as if invisible fingers were inside her, massaging fixedly on a small, tense spot within. At first, she feared she was going to piss herself, but the massaging sensation did not let up, and her pleasure continued to build, until the orgasm seemed to grip all her muscles at once. Her eyes rolled back, and a sudden rush of juicy arousal made her cry aloud before she could stop herself. Seizing her pillow, she managed to crawl onto the floor and bury her face to muffle her nose, panting helplessly.

“You should have been a good girl, Alvina. Now you have to be punished.”

It had large black hooves that clicked upon the wooden floor, and its legs were long and thickly muscled at the thigh, like that of a stag, and covered with dark fur. Its fur lessened at the waist, so she could see the outline of a muscular chest beneath the hair, and it was wrapped round and round with thick chains hung with tinkling silver bells. It had thickly muscled arms, and carried something strapped to its back: some kind of quiver full of sticks of varying sizes, slightly obscured by the long dark hair that grew in great waves from its head.

It was not a kind smile. It was a very wicked, sadistic grin.

“Well, well, well,” the beast boomed. “A naughty little apprentice, caught in the act. I could smell the stench of your disobedience and wickedness from miles away, girl.”

she caught sight of the massive phallus with which the beast was burdened. It was at least the width of her arm, the same dark brown as his fur, and veined.

“You really have made a mess of yourself. Look at you: sticky and dripping, those nether lips so swollen and blushing. It would do you good to have that naughty little hole of yours stretched.”

“Perhaps once your bottom is thoroughly reddened, I’ll give you a stretching for good measure.”

She forced her throat to relax so she wouldn’t choke, and gazed up at him with wide, watering eyes as he pressed slowly in and out. “Ah, so you can be good after all,” he growled.

“Is this the key to making you focus?” he said, his large hand keeping a tight grip on her hair. “Put a cock in your mouth and suddenly you’re calm as a dove.”

“Ahh...good girl...I think it’s time to stretch that needy little hole of yours.”

“What a good girl you are now,”

“A good fucking will keep her satiated,” Krampus said. “You would do well to keep that in mind.”