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Twas the Night Before Spanksgiving by eme |
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Twas the Night Before Spanksgiving by eme |
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| It was the night
before Spanksgiving and all through the dungeon Not a subbie was stirring, cause Sadist Claus was comin', The floggers were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Sadist Claus would use them when he finally got there The subbies all snuggled together in bed While visions of naughty spankings danced in their heads The dungeon was quiet, you could hear a whip crack, Then a window opened and he pulled in his sack His bag of toys being tugged caused such a clatter The subbies stayed still for they knew better than to get out of bed and run over to Him for the punishment then would be quite grim. Sadist Claus looked over, mentally making a note Sorting the good subs from bad, as He unbuttoned His coat. When, what to His wondering eyes should appear, but a smart ass subbie wearing underwear!!! She shivered and looked at Him pleading with her eyes Slowly she slid the panties down her thighs Faster than lightning, He crossed the floor firmly grabbed her hair to push her down on all fours "How dare you wear panties in the presence of Claus! You there, HAND ME MY TAWSE!!!" From the top of her bottom, to the curve of her cheek He proceeded to make the subbie ass quite pink She moaned, she begged, she whimpered and wailed He spanked and He spanked while she wiggled and yelled He stepped back and admired the work that He'd done and said rather proudly, "Well thats one..." He turned His attention to the subbies in bed, pulled them each from the covers and made thier bottoms all red Feeling as if there was work still to be done He tied them all up one by one Some bound together, some tied to the wall Some were tied bent over a chair, in the hall. He walked to the sack filled with all sorts of toys He opened the sack, the subbies watched with great joy He pulled out blindfolds, cuffs, gags and clamps Subbies moaned as they watched, and their pussies were damp Their mouths were all drawn up like a bow, The fire inside started to grow, He lit a cigar and held it tight in his teeth The thick smoke circled his head like a wreath He let out a sadistic laugh that sounded like a roar As all the cruel toys were laid out on the floor "Who will be first to be my sweet treat? Yes. Yes. You all look good enough to eat!" A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, I saw him look at me and I was filled with dread He spoke not a word, but went straight to work, Blindfolded me, grabbed my hair and jerked His fingers, they wandered to my nipples so cold He twisted and pinched them, feeling quite bold, I begged Him for mercy, he granted me none said I was the "naughtiest of the naughty ones" He continued to torture my body just right and I knew my Christmas wish had come true this night. |
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