Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

No one on the naughty list should look so… mature.

I glance down to find the longest, thickest, reddest cock, standing to attention. And it's shaped like an upside-down Christmas stocking.

It's sweet and creamy, with hints of nutmeg, vanilla... cinnamon, and bourbon. "Is that... eggnog?"

"Eyes on me," he growls.

"Tell me every man who has ever touched your delicate flesh," he snarls. "I will cast them all to hell."

"What else can you do with that fur?" I ask. "Spread you open while I feast," he replies with a broad grin.

"Don't," I whisper. "You're pressing my bladder." "Then you will squirt." I shake my head. "Keep doing that, and I will pee." The Krampus chuckles, the sound low and rich. "Let it all out. I can take it."

"First, I'll hang baubles from your nipples and clit. Then I'll lace up the piercings in your labia with jingle bells attached to shiny threads." "And then?" she asks, her voice trembling with anticipation. "When I've teased your clit until you can no longer cum, I'll roll you onto your back, wrap those pretty legs with Christmas lights and tinsel, and point your ankles to the ceiling. I'll tie a golden star to your feet, surround you with presents, and fill your pussy with my huge cock."