Page 146 of Daddy's Naughty List

Sighing, I shook my head. “Definitely on the naughty list. A thong? It’s shocking.”

Several helpful members of our audience called out that it was sexy and one even said Santa’s elves kept getting sexier every year, but I ignored him because he’d been the elf last year. The comments had my helpful elf trying to hide his giggles, though.

Someone liked the approval he was getting.

“Shocking Santa with your lewd behavior will not get you on the nice list. Truly shocking, so I think it’s time I made an impression on you.” There’d been plenty of time for the cheeky elf to safeword, so I rubbed my gloved hand over his mostly bared ass and held his torso tight with the other.

His shiver said he liked the feel of the glove, but I knew he’d love the rest just as much. “Let’s see if we can help you be a nicer elf.”

Bringing my hand down on one cheek, I smiled as he gasped and wiggled but I didn’t let his wonderful reactions rush me. I let the pain sink in as I rubbed his pink skin, listening carefully to all his sounds.

Spanking the other side got just as wonderful a response, so I slipped back into the Santa role and let my voice go stern again. “Elves should be sweet… helpful… and cheerful.”

Punctuating each word with a spank, I loved the way his ass was flushed and squirming, but it was the way he was alternating needy sounds and whimpers that made it perfect. “That’s… that’s all? You might be too old to help the real badass Santa.”

Oh, cheeky,cheekyboy.

Giving him what he was begging for, I landed two firm swats on his ass and he reacted beautifully. Still shaking, he sucked in a breath and arched up like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to scramble away or rub his dick on my lap.

“I’m the real badass Santa, naughty boy.”

It seemed like he’d decided against orgasming, so I gave him one more swat on each cheek before his whine shifted just to the good side of it being too much. Rubbing over his bottom, I let him come down from the pain and pleasure. “But naughty boys who learn their lesson can move to the nice list. There’s always room on Santa’s lap for a good boy.”

And the temptation was too much.

My sweet boy scrambled up on my lap, hiding his damp cheeks against my neck. “I did it, Sir. I was… I was naughty and a brat. I was a brat. I did it.”

“You did.” Kissing the side of Stirling’s head, I dropped my voice to a whisper and nuzzled against his ear. “You were so brave, baby.”

It’d taken every ounce of his courage, but he’d been a wonderful brat.

“You were an incredible helper too.” That’d been the part he’d been confident about. He liked talking to the other subs and he loved seeing the Littles get presents or spankings from Santa.

I’d thought the owners had a few screws loose when they’d asked us to be Santa and his helper for the club Christmas party, but it’d worked out better than I could’ve imagined.

“I… I made the Littles happy and they were so funny. They liked getting toys and spankings.” He giggled, and there was no jealousy or worries in Stirling’s voice even though he had an interesting relationship with the Littles at the club. “We made Christmas so special.”

“We did.” Kissing him again, I eased his shorts up carefully before standing up with him in my arms. “And you made them laugh and giggle.”

Making another happy sound, he nodded and snuggled closer as I took him to the aftercare room the owner Conner had set aside for us. “They thought I was funny when I said you creaked.”

Going gray early had made picking out those jokes easy, and it wasn’t something I cared about anymore. At one point they might’ve hit, but that’d been years ago. I was in mythoroughly enjoying being a sexy silver foxphase… mostly because I could stay here for a long time before I actually got old.

“That was funny.” He’d picked out that one on his own and it’d been so surprising I’d almost laughed. “You did a good job.”

Giggling against my neck, Stirling sounded like he was in a bit of a scene high. “Conner helped me. Don’t tell anyone, but Ben groaned the other day when he was getting up off their couch and Conner said it sounded like he creaked.”

Trying not to laugh, I nodded. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

That just made him giggle more, but he’d started to relax as I pushed the door closed with his feet and went to sit down. “I did such a good job, Sir.”

“You did.” Settling us into the oversized chair, I quickly took off my gloves and pulled a sheet over my sweet boy, rocking us back and forth in the glider. “You remembered all the lines we practiced and you looked very confident.”

Not looking like a frightened deer in the headlights had been one of his limits for the scene. He didn’t mind getting spanked in public or being shown off in the tiny shorts Conner had picked for the elf outfit, but he didn’t want to look silly.

Limits were interesting but I was incredibly glad we’d managed to give him the scene he’d wanted and to stay within what he was comfortable with.

“Your expressions made it easier.” Making another happy sound, he wiggled so he was curled into me. “You did a good job of pretending to be frustrated with me.”

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