“I’ve been naughty this year,” I whisper into his ear, “but I so want some presents…”
Five minutes later, I bend across the desk. His fingers brush below my pajamas, then I feel him yank them down. The air is cool on my tight, bare bottom.
The slipper strikes. I am thrown forward and then, that delicious warm sting on my skin. He spanks me hard, mercilessly, without limits. I feel shame, lustful, present and profoundly alive.
At last, he stops and enters me from behind. Gripping my tender rear, he silently fucks me.
Much more fun than no presents.
