24 Dec 2013

A Kinky Christmas Story

Christmas at Harrods

She strolled through Harrods. Just this once in her life she wanted to go for her childhood dream; walking through Harrods in the middle of the night in Christmas time. Not that she was poor she was just a bit bored in life. She could buy the dresses, and all the other stuff if she wanted too. 
Se had been hiding in a very clever cavity she had found after researching this for months. It had been her goal, something to go for. It gave her all the excitement she had missed in all those years. And now she made it, she walked through touching all and everything with the excitement of a little child finding the presents under the Xmas tree in the morning.
This was so different, touching the beautiful fabrics of dresses and scarfs. trying a shoe and going though a variety of racks and different things. She was finding her way to the part where Santa Claus had been sitting this afternoon. That was pure magic when Santa arrived in the parade. As a child she would watch at the hand of her mother. She walked down, this year there is a beautiful grotto and she wanted to visit it again. Her grotto at this time of night.

And when she entered the area to her astonishment, Santa.... or a Santa was sitting in the chair. She froze. It must be a doll she thought but still she was hesitant to walk closer. She wasn't sure. Slowly she started to walk towards him as her curiosity took over and when she was about 12 feet away his hand suddenly moved. And He asked her: 'So girls what brings You to me at this time of night?'
She blushed heavily as if she was that child again with the naughty thought of locking herself in for a night and answered bashfully, but also with a streak of amusement as Santa does not exist: 'I was curious Santa, but I do not want to steal. I am just here for the magic of Harrods in Christmas times. I am so sorry.'
'Are you sorry? He answered his voice deep and dark sounding. 
She was startled, his voice sounding insisting, calm though but she new this whoever he was Santa should be taken seriously: she was impressed. She heard herself answer in all honesty: 'I am not Santa.'
'come closer girl'
She walked closer, a little uncertain and wobbling on her high heels. until she was about 4 feet away from Him.
'No girl I said closer!' His voice had changed... it was a "I do not take no for an answer voice!"

Hesitantly she took two more steps closer and was standing about two feet away from Him. Her breathing was heavy of the anxiety she felt a strange attraction to the man in the red suit and with the white beard. It worried her. Her mouth was dry by now. and she was wriggling her fingers nervously.
He looked at her: 'You very well know it is forbidden do do this! In fact you are trespassing Girl. You do realize I can simply call the Police and have You arrested for this! 
All she could was looking down, feeling deeply ashamed about her foolishness and answering without thinking: 'I am deeply sorry Santa'
'Sorry is not enough girl, You need a lesson so that your pretty little head will not do this again, is that clear!'
She nodded slowly, her cheeks red and answered like a little girl at school: 'Yes Santa'
She looked at Him, eyes wide open her face deeply shocked and still she opened the buttons of her dress and lifted it over her head standing before him in a beautiful lace corset with garters and stockings, little red panties and to her shame her nipples were just above the under bra. A little voice in her head cursed at her for choosing this outfit. Her bright red shoes that had looked so stunning with the little black dress made her look like some centerfold and instead of being aware of her stunning beauty she felt small and hopeless. Nevertheless she straightened her shoulder and managed to look Santa in the eyes. 
His eyes roamed her body taking in every detail and she felt it. She felt every inch he was of his careful examination. 'So you dressed to impress girl?'
She caught her breath, what a question and still she answered almost in a whisper:'Not really Santa..'
'Well you sure impress me girl! It will not help You though. 
He slapped with his hand on his lap: 'Over my knee girl!'
Suddenly she felt resistance:'No Santa, please!'
'Over my knee! You will not get away with this behaviour so easily!
And she did. She actually stepped forward and laid over his lap. Her head was full of questions she didn't dare to ask. Questioning her self and this man. Who ever he might be. Why was she listening and doing as he asked? She felt silly, stupid to do so.
He took his gloves of and with a warm hand he gently caressed her butt. Butterflies of lust were fluttering in her lower body and she heard him grunting softly: 'I will teach you a lesson girl, one you will never ever forget.'

And suddenly a hard slap reached one of her cheeks and the other and again and again. She whimpered, squeaked and wriggled, but his other hand held her firm in place. Somehow she accepted the quite severe spanking her butt was burning and stinging. Perhaps it was her guilt? she had no real idea as her thoughts were blocked by the stinging pain of the spanking. He was spanking until he suddenly stopped. She realized tears were ruining her make up. She was brought up to always look her best, behave the best and act in a ladylike manner. Brought up to behave with that pure upper middles class attitude.
She gasped for air and he was very careful and gently caressing her butt-cheeks. They were stinging and hurting, but somehow his soothing hand was calming her. His other hand was softly stroking her hair. Until she felt his hand slip between her legs, for a moment she wanted to protest but yet again she didn't. Again she accepted. And to her astonishment he moved her panties to the side and felt her soft pubic hair, trailing it with his fingers. Smearing the moist over the lips and everywhere. Suddenly she realized she was soaking wet, felt bewildered and lost.
His fingers rummaged through the petals of her sex, teasing her, playing with her clit and she moaned. Without any notice he entered a finger and she dived into a blissful place of full lust. She grabbed his leg to hold on to and noticed the firm muscles underneath and let herself go, she no longer could stop herself. He was teasing her towards an orgasm, fingering her and taking her hair in his other hand holding her firmly.

She heard a grin as she felt that wave of a soon to be orgasm and he, much to her irritation, stopped. 
'Please... continue Santa' Her voice soft and moaning and she was gutted at the same time. This was humiliating, she was so confused.  Although her body spoke a whole different language. Her body begged for more.
'I cannot hear you girl'... another grin. 
And even when it went against all her fine upbringing and all the values and beliefs she had build up in her until now, she begged again: 'Please Santa!'
"Stand. Undress! All of it now!'
Hastily she took the corset off and all the fine undergarments that came with it until she stood there trembling, shivering, nervous and very very horny in front of him.

Again his roaming eyes, more at ease more friendly, quite warm actually. And while he kept his gaze upon her he unbuckled his belt, for a minute this made her nervous and excited at the same time.. She noticed that he had seen it, a smile, the little wrinkles around his eyes showed his amusement.
He opened that big red jacket  and ordered her to sit on his lap facing him and as she did. She noticed how his cock teased her in between the lips of her sex, seeking a way in.

And he made her ride him, work for it and pushed her to her limit. Only now and then helping her, steering her. He decided the pace. Until the grand finale where he came and she felt even happy he did. He held her and whispered softly in her ear with a surprisingly loving voice: 'Thank You girl for honouring me."
'Now, put on your dress!'
And when she wanted to put her undergarments on, he suddenly grasped her wrists and looked at her sternly and with a twinkle in his eyes.: 'No! those are my kinky Christmas gifts.'
And like a good girl she accepted. He fastened his belt again and walked with her. Gave her a coat and by the back door held her hand: 'Thank You girl, a taxi is waiting for you whatever happened, happened, you pleased me and I thank you for that. Now do not do this ever again! Locking yourself in into Harrods! And....... who knows what Christmas might bring you this year!.
And as the taxi drove away, she sat quietly, overwhelmed.... but strangely satisfied. Her dress sticky, her hair entangled, her face a mess. A smile appeared and it slowly dawned to her.....

Merry Christmas

22 Dec 2013


We make so many laws for ourselves thinking they are right.
I think so often I am right when I am so dead wrong.
But when I look deep inside of me I know it is just me trying to keep them up.
If I only listen to those who agree with me, I will not move forward.

So why do I write this?

I stumbled on something and it made me realize that at times I might feel so right that I do not feel the silliness of it all. 
So to keep reminding me that at times I have to step back, perhaps like a new year's resolution, here some utterly silly laws. They were probably made with the best interest at heart...... I hope.

For more info on this click weird sex laws in the USA