Page 15 of Santa Is A Sl*t

“I assure you that I do not find your unprofessional behavior a joking manner whatsoever.” His voice is stern.

I expected some backlash for yesterday’s events but this feels much more serious than I thought it would be.

“I’m sorry?” I say it as a question because I am truly confused by this situation.

“What exactly is it that you’re sorry for?” He asks while leaning back in his chair.

There’s this instinct deep inside of me that wants to do the right thing here and potentially save my job. But then there’s the devil on my shoulder telling me to apologize for nothing.

He saves me from having to choose between the two by speaking as if his question was always rhetorical.

“Are you sorry that you walked in on me having play time with Kane and Eve? Or that you weren’t Included?”

Umm…what?

“Or are you maybe sorry that you came all over Eve’s lips and didn’t leave enough of a taste to satisfy my craving?”

Suddenly, this feels much more dangerous than the idea of losing my job.

It feels like my boss might be trying, and succeeding, to turn me on.

Standing from his chair, he rounds his desk until he’s right in front of me. “Are you sorry for any of those things, my naughty little elf?”

Hisnaughty little elf?

I lick my lips and decide to lean into whatever game he’s trying to play. “No. I’m not sorry.”

The smirk on his face tells me he was expecting my answer. “Then maybe I should do something to make you sorry.”

Now I’m back to being confused. “Are you going to fire me?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m not going to fire you. That would probably be the smart thing to do. A reasonable punishment for your actions. But I’ve got another idea.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m still going to punish you. I think ten will do.” He says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and begins to roll up his sleeves.

“Ten swats over your ass.”

I might have just had a spontaneous orgasm. As a proud brat, I fucking love to be spanked. Quickly, I pinch myself because there’s no way that this isn’t a dream.

My boss, who is a very sexy asshole, wants to spank me as a punishment for…turning him on.

“Alright, big man, I’ll let you dole out your punishment on one condition.”

He gestures for me to continue.

“Admit that you want me first. Tell me that when you saw me walk into this room yesterday that you would have given anything to see me drop to my knees and share your cock with Eve like a lollipop. Tell me how hard it made you when she kissed you with my taste still on her lips.”

I need this. Before I give this man the power to put me in a vulnerable position, I need him to give me some of the control in this scenario.

He gently places his hand on my cheek and looks me in the eyes as he says, “I don’t want you, Noel. I fucking need you.”

Smiling at my small victory, I back away from him and watch as a flicker of disappointment flashes over his features.

Then I watch the heat light back up in his eyes as I bend over his desk. “Then spank me, Santa.” I wink to let him know that

He chuckles, laughing at my cheeky comment, helping to lighten the moment.

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