Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

To all the monster lovers who like it big and bulbous and bursting with eggnog.

"Please what?" I ask. "Use your words like a good girl." Natalia's breath quickens. "Please, Sir. Please punish me. I've been so bad."

Who would have thought that I would have a monster kink?

"Good girl," he rumbles. "You know exactly how to please a god."

"Eyes on me," he growls.

It's rich and thick, tasting finer than alcoholic milk punch.

"Krampus—" "I like it when you call me by name," he rumbles. "Why do you want to hurt all these men?" "You're mine," he says. "Any man who has come before me must perish." So, he's possessive.

"Now you're halfway to becoming a Christmas fuck tree."