“You know, Santa keeps a pretty strict list,” he told me.
“You bet.” He was reaching for me, pulling me over his lap, sliding up my no-nonsense navy-blue skirt. I shut my eyes. This couldn’t be happening, but in case it was, I decided to enjoy every second. He settled his hand on my panty-clad ass and I moaned. “So I expect you to tell me what you want for Christmas before you end up on my naughty list.”
“I’m already on your naughty list,” I said.
“Because all I want for Christmas is a spanking.”