Paddled by Krampus

by Harley Laroux

Also, a pine tree gets involved. You probably shouldn’t put pine needles on your genitals. You can…if you want…but you probably shouldn’t…just read about it instead.

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.”

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.

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

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

“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.”

“No touching yourself,” he warned. “Stroke me with your hands while you use your mouth.”

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