Paddled by Krampus

by Harley Laroux

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.”

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.

Suddenly, the dark whispering voice she’d heard earlier hissed in her ear again, “You should have been a good girl, Alvina. Now you have to be punished.” This time, she had no doubt that it was very real. Not only was it right in her ear, low and whispering, but it also boomed all around her, carrying up from the stairway.

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. Her eyes widened and her struggle intensified, but it was no use. She was tiring and her head felt heavy. His claws were scratching at her skin where he gripped her, but otherwise, he wasn’t hurting her...yet.

“Your Master didn’t hear you, girl. Not a sound you make can escape this room until I choose otherwise.”

“But I can’t always be running back here to keep you in line. You need your Master to do that.” Then she heard it: footsteps on the stairs, and Master Jareth’s voice calling out softly, “Alvina? Are you awake at this hour?”

“Ah, thank the gods!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were here for me!” Krampus chuckled. “Not this time, Jareth. I think one lesson was enough for you, all those years ago.” “I’ve never forgotten it,” Jareth said, and Alvina was shocked to see a blush creep into her Master’s face.

Jareth had been visited by Krampus? Jareth had once been naughty enough to bring down the monster’s wrath? She could hardly believe it, let alone imagine such a scene.

knew when you lied to me, and that you were stealing things. But I wanted you to like me.” He looked so disappointed that Alvina’s stomach dropped. “Master...I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I do like you...you’re so kind...but…” She struggled to put her feelings into words. How long had she snuck glances at her handsome Master, longing for him to take her in hand? She’d pushed all his buttons, taunted him, lied, stolen - always expecting a consequence, but never getting one. She’d wanted his guidance; she’d wanted him to punish her.

“Your guidance and discipline will be far kinder to her than ignoring her naughty deeds. So that’s what I’ll teach you.”

Alvina couldn’t be sure, but she thought she heard a note of jealousy in his tone. “A good fucking will keep her satiated,” Krampus said. “You would do well to keep that in mind.”

Perhaps there needs to be more changes around here than I thought, in more areas than merely discipline.”

“Alvina,” Jareth’s voice was sharp as he readied the cane. “I haven’t been doing my duty by you. But from here on, there will be no more excuses from me. I won’t be allowing you to continue your disrespectful, lying, thieving behavior. That ends at once.”

“There now,” he soothed. “We’re done. That’s enough punishment for you.” She cried against him for a time, feeling warm and safe in his arms. She’d never been so close to her Master before - he’d certainly never held her, never put his arms around her. His arms were strong and held

I’m sorry I spent so long neglecting you.”

She was going to try to be good, and now she had her Master to ensure that she was. But still… Alvina had never tried to be a bad girl - it had just come naturally.