The red welt glows in contrast with her pale white skin, the outline of my hand visible on her ample cheek. Her muffled voice strains to pass the ball gag to no avail, her pleas going unheard. I check the satin strips binding her wrists together as her eyes search my face for a sign of mercy.
Not tonight, Mrs. Claus. Santa’s away, this elf wants to play.
Another loud slap resounds in the room when my open palm falls heavily on the perfectly plump bottom sticking up.
Her bells ring, and she’s glistening… down the hall, elves are listening…
