Mrs Claus Naughty Christmas
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Santas wife decides to deliver her own special presents - A Long Story


All you 'good or naughty Boys and Girls' that wish to send a letter to Mrs
Claus can do so by e-mailing her at mrs.s.claus@hotmail.co.uk - Please read
story for full details!

Mrs Claus Naughty Christmas

It was 327AD when the King of the fairies took a kind man, named Santa Claus,
and set him aside from others to help celebrate children and Christmas ... ...
What isn't known by many is that Santa was married; and his wife was just as
kind to children ... ... After nearly 1700 years not much has changed!!!!!!

I say not much has changed ... ... well ... ... ! When Santa and his wife had
been taken to their winter paradise in the North Pole (yes they really are
there) ... (And yes it's invisible to us) both Santa and his wife had been in
there late 20's, and they had been a good looking couple. But with the
invention of the mince pie and sherry, Santa had put on a bit of weight!!!! As
for Mrs Claus, well she had let her self go a bit ... ... About 900 years of
letting herself go!

One day Santa had been busy working away in the workshop with all the elves,
Santa spent a lot of time in the workshop with those elves. Even when all the
toys had been made, he still spent a lot of time in the workshop with the
elves! Mrs Claus wasn't allowed in the workshop and she had her suspicions
that Santa was up to no good in there with the elves! For a few hundred year
Santa had only 'cum but once a year' and frankly Mrs Claus wasn't too happy.
So on this day as she looked at herself in the mirror and tried to remember
how she had once looked all those years ago, she decided that enough was
enough, she was going to make changes.

She went into the 'unwanted presents' store room for inspiration, she looked
for hours for something, she found a book on healthy eating! That was her
start; a bit more hunting around and she found an exercise & fitness DVD and a
set of dumbbells, a book on beauty tips and one on dress making, another DVD
on self defence, a running machine in the corner, and a set of weights ... ...
This was the change she had hoped to find. All that was needed now was a place
to set up for her new life.

She went to the old North wing which had been shut down for years, it had been
used once for the old mailrooms but now with Santa having computers, it wasn't
used. Mrs Claus set up for her new life, each day Santa would go off to the
workshop and spend hours with the elves, there was something really not right
with the time he spent with those elves. And each day Mrs Claus went off to
the North Wing, where she had set up her exercise area. After a few weeks she
managed to get some of the elves to set up a shower and then a bit of a
kitchen, to try out her new health eating recipes. As the weeks and months
passed she turned the area into her own living space. Santa was too busy to
notice, as normal, the toy making and the elves took up all his time, he
didn't even notice the change in his wife ... and boy was she changing!

Mrs Claus had lost a lot of weight, her workouts had produced the start of her
new body, a body that was starting to get toned, but a smoothness was starting
to come through. Her face no longer had that chubby and drawn look; her
natural beauty was fighting its way through after centuries of neglect. A few
more months passed, Mrs Claus found more exercise equipment, more books and
DVD's on health, beauty and fitness. Not only did her weight drop and her
beauty come through but her strength increased. She tried out the self defence
DVD, but it was difficult when you have no-one to practice with! The elves!
She persuaded a particular stupid elf to assist ... ... But one of the moves
hadn't gone quite right and she really hadn't realised how strong she was now!
OOPPPPSSS! An unfortunately accident meant that she had to hide the body ...
... Never mind no-one would miss him, not even Santa, and over the years the
odd elf had disappeared ... ... It was easy to blame the polar bears, who,
just like all animals, couldn't be tricked by a bit of Santa's magic and would
come around the factory!

Santa's wife looked at her self in the mirror, her long blond hair that
shined, her face, back to looking stunning, she again looked in her 20's, her
deep blue eye's, high check bones, full red lips. That smooth neck that came
down to her firm strong shoulder, her arms with those toned muscles that lead
down to a pair of strong but very feminine hands. Her breasts, full, large,
firm, her body slender, again toned from the workouts she had put herself
through. Abs that were strong, firm and toned, her legs long and strong, her
whole body was now in such good shape. She also admired her new outfit, she
stayed with the red colour, just a bit brighter to match her lips, with the
white fur trim all around. The large hood that just sat there so her gorgeous
face could still be clearly seen even when it was up. The jacket now fitted
her new body and showed off her curves; a plummeting neckline showed off her
ample breasts, the jacket was very short to fully display her long toned legs.
A Black leather belt and to finish off a pair of black leather boot, with the
appropriate white fur trim, of course. 'What to do next?' That was the thought
that now took over. Mrs Claus had worked on her new body for months but now
she needed a new focus!

As she thought on this she aimlessly wondered around her new pad thinking
'what next ... ... '? 'OCUH! FUCK'! She tripped over an old sack that had been
in the room since she had moved in. She grabbed the sack and was about to
throw it when she noticed a letter on the floor, looking inside she saw a load
more, letters! Letters to Santa. The label on the sack said 'To be destroyed -
Letters for the naught pile' she sat down and started to read some ... ...

Dear Santa,

My daddy drinks a lot and then smacks me when I'm naught can you stop him from
smacking me.

Jonathan aged 9

Mrs Claus though 'Smacking a child is wrong ... ... Even if they have been
naughty'! She read another ... ...

Dear Santa,

I have a lovely family, apart from my older brother who picks on me and
embraces me ... ...

'That's not nice the brother really is a naughty boy'

... ... but I like my Aunty the best ... ...

'Aaarrrhhhhhh ... ... wasn't that nice'

... ... Aunty Ann is really lovely, she has really big tits and I would love
to play with them for Christmas ... ...

"Oh my"! Mrs Claus was shocked; she placed the letter in her pocket, the next
one ... ...

Dear Santa Claus,

I hope you are having a good Christmas, I don't have good Christmas' as my
step daddy smacks me even when I am not naughty could you come and smack him
... .

'Oooohhhhh ... ... that's not nice' ... 'they are some naught parents out
there' she thought ...

Dear Santa,

I've tried to be good this year, but next door there is this woman who has
just moved in and she's really hot. If I could have her wrapped up for
Christmas I'll be really good year ...

Mrs Claus carried on ... ...

I'll take the woman and I'll give her a good ... ...

'OH MY'! That's really rude ... ... She carried on reading ... ...

Once I've done her there's this other woman down the street I could take her
and ... ...

'OH MY'! That's really really rude, but she could not resist but finish the
letter, again that went in her pocket.

Dear Santa,

When you cum down the chimney make sure you cum to my room as I want to suck
you big fat cock.

Kelly, aged 19

"Oh my Kelly"! Mrs Claus tried to remember back ... ... No Santa's cock wasn't
big at all, in fact it was quite tiny!

Dear Santa,

I've tried to be good this year and think that I've done a good job, I've
given money to the poor, helped the elderly and the sick. Raised money for
children in need and given my time to charities and would only like a couple
of things in return.

'What a nice person' she though.

Could I have a pair of busty young women, a blond and a brunette please? And
if possible could my wife play with the girls after I've had my fun.

Many Thanks Mark, aged 42 & Amy aged 41

'What can you do with two women'? She thought, and then a bit of a smile came
to her lovely face. Then she though 'what would the wife want with the women'
... ... ... 'Maybe to bake some Christmas treats for her husband!'

Mrs Claus read through the letters in the sack, they where from all kinds of
people some old, some young, some sad, some silly, some where about naught
parents or brothers and sisters and some from writer's that where just being
rude, she liked those letter the best! She spent hours reading through and she
found a couple more sacks of letters in the far corners of the large room.

The more she though about the letter the more she realised that nothing had
been done about them, all the good children had got their presents but these
letters had never been answered or the naught people dealt with. Until now,
Mrs Claus decided there and then that it was up to her to deal with all the
naught people!

It was Christmas Eve and Santa was getting ready for the Christmas run latter
on that day so his wife wouldn't be missed. She creped into Santa's office and
took a bag of magic Christmas dust, she then went down to the stables. A
couple of the elves where sorting out the sledge for later on that night, but
there was always the old sledges out the back, she would only need one
reindeer to pull her sledge. Santa was quiet big now and with all the present
he needs more reindeer. She connected Vixen to her sledge; she wasn't due to
go out this year and then just as everything was done "HEY! Who's that?"

Mrs Claus looked round 'a nosey elf'! "What are you up to out here?" Mrs Claus
was upset, she looked great and the elf hadn't even noticed, again she was
sure there was something wrong with these elves. As the elf got closer "what
are you doing Santa needs to know about this, you ... ... " CRACK!
OOOOOOFFFFFF! She instinctively kicked out sending her foot into the side of
his head; the poor little guy was sent flying BANG! He hit the wall and
dropped into a heap! 'Shit!' Another body to hide! Even so she was pleased
with how she acted; watching all those self defence and then finding the
wrestling DVD's had paid off!

The body disposed of she sprinkled some of the magic dust over Vixen and the
sledge, well how else is it going to fly! Climbed in and off she flew into the
night sky. Mrs Claus headed off to the address of the first letter that she
had read ... ... ... ...

Dear Santa,

My daddy drinks a lot and then smacks me when I'm naught can you stop him from
smacking me.

Jonathan aged 9

She landed the sledge on the roof, it was a bit of a bumpy landing as she
hadn't flow a sledge is such a long time. Sprinkling a bit of magic dust on
the house she snapped her figures and reappeared down stairs near the chimney,
you didn't think Santa came down it did you? Mrs Claus looked around; the
house was decorated for Christmas, a tree, cards and "SNORT! COUGH!" She
turned round to see a middle aged man asleep in the chair; it was Jonathan's
father, on the floor lay a number of empty beer cans! Drunk! And that poor
little boy would get a spanking, not if she could help it. Santa's wife knew
she had to sort out this rotten father; she grabbed the bottom of the chair
and WOOOSSSSHHH! Using her newly found strength she tipped him and the chair
up.

"What the hell!" The bewildered man woke with a start finding himself on the
floor; he looked up to see the figure of Mrs Claus, in her sexy outfit
standing over him. He knew who she was straight away; this was due to the
magic dust. You see to make Santa's visit run smoothly he sprinkles a bit of
dust on the house and not only does it allow him to enter the house but also
if anyone sees him they instantly know who he is. It saves all that explaining
and calling the police thinking he's a burglar! When Santa disappears the
magic dust disappears as well ... ... .well sometimes there's maybe a just a
little left behind, that's when you wake up on Christmas morning thinking 'did
I see Santa?' Mrs Claus grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him up
"HHHEEEYYYYY!" with her free hand she pulled the chair up, still holding the
man off the ground by his shirt, she really was strong. She sat down and throw
the man over her lap "you've been a naught man, smacking children is not nice,
now you'll going to find out what it's like" SMACK! AAAAARRRRHHHH! Her hand
came down firmly across is backside SMACK! OOOOOWWWWWW! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"PLE ... PLEASE" SMACK! SMACK! She wasn't in any mood to listen to him SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SAMCK! SMACK!

She carried on giving the man a good spanking SMACK! Her last smack and the
man was in tears "please ... please ... no more". He hadn't been smacked since
he was a little boy and he couldn't remember when he had been in so much pain.
She grabbed him by is shirt, stood up again holding him off the ground "you
are to never smack you son again do you here" SOB! "I ... ... haven't hit him
... " CRACK! AAARRRRHHHH! She slapped him across the face "you son sent a
letter to Santa ... ... " "But that was probably yea ... " WACK! She again
slapped him hard, "LOOK HERE ... " He started to get anger at her, not a good
idea, Mrs Claus let go of his shirt he dropped to his feet and before he could
utter another word SMASH! She clenched her fist and sent a devastating upper
cut into his jaw; she knocked him clean off his feet sending him flying over
the room THUD! He landed in a heap, unconscious!

The sexy Mrs Claus stood over him, a strange feeling had over took her, she
had enjoyed smacking the man, and when he had started to argue with her, she
had wanted to shut him up, she wanted to hurt me! She had enjoyed even more
hitting him and she felt nothing for him as he lay there. These feeling where
all new to her and she need to concentrate on why she was here. She moved
upstairs to check on little Jonathan. She found his room and entered, the room
was dark but a street light provided enough illumination for her to see the
figure that lay in the bed. There was Jonathan asleep, the magic dust allowed
the user to identify people straight away, stopped mixing up all those
presents, but! 'Oh dear!'

The boy that lay in the bed was Jonathan but hew wasn't 9! He was indeed a bit
older ... a young man ... ... that explained some of his fathers protests 'Oh
well!' Looks as if the letter that she had found might have been in the old
mail room for quite a while! There had always been a problem with letters and
not having a proper filing system when they arrived at the North Pole, and
children hardy put a date on their letters! Santa was investing in a computer
system; he said 'e-mail' would make things more efficient!

Mrs Claus stood over the bed looking at Jonathan, his face was hansom, his
upper body was naked, he looked strong and muscular, and she had never seen
such a fine body before. She could not take her eyes off him; she felt her
mouth go dry and a strange feeling deep inside her. He was a young man maybe
about ... he moved ... she jumped, as he moved his arm had knocked away the
bed sheet 'OH MY!' Mrs Claus looked down he was completely naked! 'OH MY!' He
was gorgeous ... ... and his cock! 'OH MY!' It was so big; it was far far
larger than Santa's. She knelt down by the bed not taking her eyes off his
manhood. She reached out, she shouldn't, but she had to touch him, she took is
cock in her hand, as she held it she could feel it getting firm, it was
getting bigger in her hand! She gently stroked it and the more she did the
firmer it got, the firmness soon turned in hardness.

She couldn't help herself from leaning over and giving the young mans hard
cock a gentle kiss, and another and another, she ran her tongue up and down it
length. She could never look at Santa naked again, the though was horrible,
now that she had see Jonathan. She took his manhood into her mouth, and worked
on it like it was the only cock in the world. A hand gentle stocked her hair,
Jonathan watched in amazement as Mrs Claus sucked on his cock, she brought him
to the brink of climax and brought him down again, she did this again and
again. Magic dust made time stand still, well how else is Santa going get it
all done in one night! Mrs Claus was in no rush she had all the time in the
world was going to enjoy Jonathan.

But nothing could go on for ever and she knew that the young man had a gift
her, which made a change, he shot his load AAARRRRrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh! That was
good, that was SO GOOD! Mrs Claus sucked every last drop out of him, she kiss
is manhood one last time and stood up. Jonathan just lay there not know what
to do or say "thank ... " "No ... don't talk" she told him, undone her belt
and let her dress fall to the floor. Jonathan was speechless 'WHAT A BODY!'
She climbed onto the bed, straddled the young man leaned forward and kissed is
abs. She carried on kissing and licking his firm body, slowly all the way up,
he thought he would explode again as she ran her tongue over his nipples.

She grabbed each of his wrists and held him down, he felt her strength and
even as strong as he was he didn't think he could have escaped her gip. But he
didn't want to, this incredible strong woman was in charge and he loved that.
She kissed him, her tongue explored his young man mouth, at the same time she
lowered herself onto his hard cock 'JESUS THAT FELT SO GOOD!' They both
though! She leaned more forward so that her large breasts hanged over his
face, he needed no more encouragement, his eager mouth and tongue sent waves
of pure pleasure through her. Mrs Claus rode the young man, hard and harder,
then gently and hard again. The pair of them enjoyed each others bodies for
hours, eventually the exhausted Jonathon feel into a deep sleep, Mrs Claus
dressed, gave her young lover a goodbye kiss and left.

She closed the door on his room turned round there stood a woman, Jonathan's
mother, she was dressed in a short white bath robe that showed off a pair of
long and sexy legs. Her bath robe was tied tightly around her slim waist; the
robe showed off her ample chest, she was mature yet good looking. Her short
but full dark hair, dark eyes and full red lips, Mrs Claus felt a strange
feeling come over her as she took in the older woman's good looks. "I found my
husband down stair he's unconscious and by the looks of him I would say he
finally came across someone who gave him what he deserved" Mrs Claus was
embraced "I ... " "No ... thank you he's been a pig, treating me and Jonathan
like shit over the years ... "

She smiled as she looked past Mrs Claus to her son's room "I see you got
Jonathan's letter, he sent that years ago, I cried when he sent it. Thank you
for doing something about his father; I don't think that he with bother us
again." "I was only trying to do the right thing, I'm sorry it took so long to
answer his letter" The older woman took a step closer to Santa's wife "I was
watching you as you gave Jonathan his ... ... his Christmas present!" Mrs
Claus went bright red 'Oh God! She had seen her and her son at it ... on the
bed ... doing ... !'

"Now I'd like to give you a Christmas present to say thank you." The older
woman leaned forward and placed her lips on Mrs Claus'. 'She's kissing me! ...
... She's kissing me! ... ... Hmmmmm, she's kissing me and it feels so ... ...
' At first Mrs Clause was shocked 'a woman kissing a woman!' But the
tenderness of Jonathan's mother lip's and the gentle way in which she kissed,
nothing like her son. Not that Mrs Claus disliked Jonathan! Not in the least
she loved the way that the young man had fucked her so strong and hard, but
his mother was so gentle, so soft ... ... Mrs Claus head span as the older
woman held her and as her tongue explore the now eager mouth of Santa's wife.

The two women spent an age stood there holding each other kissing, each gently
running their tongues over the other woman's lips, mouth, neck, a whole knew
experience and new feeling welled up inside Mrs Claus. The older woman undone
Mrs Claus' belt, her hands ran gently over the gorgeous younger woman's body
'God it felt good!' Mrs Clause's jacket fell to the floor as the older woman
ran her tongue down the young neck and over the large breast of Santa's wife
'OH CHRIST THAT FELT SO GOOD!' "Come with me" Mrs Claus was lead into the
bedroom of this mature woman, she undone her robe, and reviled her own
gorgeous body. For the next few hours Mrs Claus was introduced into joy that
only another woman can bring to a woman. It was incredible and indeed a
Christmas present that Santa's wife would always cherish.

Several hours after first entering the house Mrs Claus climbed backing the
slay and few off, she was a changed woman, not only had she been re-awaked to
the joy of great sex with a young virile young man but also to that of sex
with a gorgeous woman! What could possible happen at her next port of call?

Mrs Claus pulled out the next letter it was from Simon ... ... ... ...

Dear Santa,

I have a lovely family, apart from my older brother who picks on me and
embraces me, but I like my Aunty the best. Aunty Ann is really lovely, she has
really big tits and I would love to play with them for Christmas.

From Simon.

'Here was a naught boy that needed to be taught a few manners.' Mrs Claus
landed, sprinkled a bit of magic dust and reappeared in the house. She looked
around, the decoration where all up and over the fire place were lots of
photo's frames, pictures of the family. They showed the family through the
ages, one said 'me and my little sis ... Ann' It was of a middle aged man,
Simon father and a gorgeous woman, fair hair, with a gorgeous face, she worn a
party dress that showed off a slim body and a pair of very large breasts.
'Hmmmm very nice' Mrs Clause could see the attraction.

She walked through the house, the was a light, it came from the kitchen, she
could see there was a male early 20's indulging in a snack, she new at once it
was Billy! Simon's older brother, the bully. Time to teach the young man a
lesson, she entered the kitchen grabbed him; he jumped like a jack in the box.
But before he could do anything Santa's wife had dragged him over her knee and
was giving him a lesson what it's like to be picked on. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! She let him have it hard and fast "st ... stop ... . Please stop ... !"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears rolled down his cheeks as she delivered her firm
blows to his backside SMACK! SMACK! SAMCK!

Finally she stopped, the poor boy was a wreck after the savage way she had
disciplined him, before he could make sense of what had happened she pushed
him off her onto the floor. She swivelled her legs round and trapped his head
between her strong legs. He panicked as the powerful thighs held his head in a
vice like grip, the pressure was applied, he panicked even more, he though he
was going to die! All he could hear was the muffled voice of the woman who had
attacked him "what's it like to be bullied now?" The pressure grew and grew
until, he couldn't take it anymore, the powerful legs that held him took their
toll, he passed out, and darkness engulfed him. But what a way to go!

Mrs Claus watched as the limp lifeless body of the bully slowly dropped to the
ground, she smiled; she had enjoyed watching the young man, the bully, fade
way under the pressure she applied. She went up stairs to see Simon; she found
his room and entered. 'Oh Dear!' Simon was a bit older than it said in his
letters, she really did need to sort out this letter system at the Pole, maybe
Santa was right and this new e-mail system would be better.

Mrs Claus knew that even so he had to be punished, as he had been a naught boy
in his letter, she looked at Simon he was a attractive, muscular young man,
she liked her lips, a number of thought ran through her head. Still she put
them all to one side. She used her great strength, grabbed the boy, sat down
and dragged him across her knee in one sharp movement. Simon was socked one
minute he was dreaming off ... well lets just say he was having a very good
dream. And now he was over a sexy blond female's knee being ... ... SMACK! ...
... SMACK! Mrs Claus was being gentle with Simon, well he was a good looking,
even a cute young man. Too be honest her thought weren't on telling him off
for a rude letter but as she pulled down his boxers to get a better and firmer
smack! She could feel that it was not just her that was getting excited; this
young man was in the same league as Jonathan, young, hansom, and with a very
large ... ...

Santa's wife finished her 'telling off' her pulled Simon back onto is feet in
front of her, Simon was embraced not for being spanked, he quite enjoyed it,
but for the fact that he was now naked stood in front of a gorgeous woman and
his cock was so hard and ... ... and Mrs Claus took him in her mouth 'OH MY
GOD!' This was one hell of a Christmas present! The gorgeous woman went to
work sucking off the young man, it was incredible! Simon could not believe
what was happening, Mrs Claus worked on him for an age, until he could not
hold back and gave her his own present, which she lapped up!

After she had spent an age finishing off the young man and making up for all
the year of only having Santa's small cock to play with she stood up and
kissed her new young lover. "I have another present for you Simon" with that
she sprinkled some magic dust there was a FLASH! BANG! And a large box
appeared "go on ... Open it" she insisted. Simon lifted open the lid and to
his surprise and shock, there was a naked woman. She stood up, her body was
fantastic, smooth, and curvy, she was an older woman but she carried a
sexiness about her that only comes with maturity. Her face was gorgeous, even
if it did show her age, her hair fair and bold, her eyes deep and seductive,
and her lips red and inviting. Simon looked at his Aunty Ann and a new even
more exciting thrill came over him.

Mrs Claus stepped back as she watched the Aunty step out of the box and over
to her naked nephew, the sexual tension between Aunty and Nephew was
electrifying, Santa's wife feed off the pure energy the two where giving off.
She watched as the two melted into each other, she watched as the older woman
took her nephew's hand and lead him over to the bed. They rolled around and
exploration each others bodies, she watched in frustration as the older woman
took her young lover in hand, and as the young man brought the sexual desire
back to the mature woman.

Mrs Claus watched as the two made love and had raw passionate sex, she was
almost at the point of bursting when the older woman looked over to Santa's
wife, "come and join us" Mrs Claus needed no more encouragement she got out
her chair and climbed onto the bed, eager to join the Aunty and Nephew. Aunty
Ann laid there with her horny nephew working on one her large tits and this
gorgeous blond playing with her other tit. The feelings of pleasure, joy and
sexual energy that shot through her body was something that she had never
experienced before, and she loved every second of it.

The three off them spent the next few hours in pure pleasure, Mrs Claus had
her head buried between Ann's legs, lapping away for all she was worth, as the
young man gave her a good seeing to from behind, Santa's wife finally knew the
really meaning of 'giving and receiving' at Christmas.

Several hours later Mrs Claus left the bedroom, Aunty and Nephew where asleep
in each others arm, she sprinkled a little extra magic dusts so in the morning
when they woke, it would not all be a shock to them. That was another
successful job done, where to next, Mrs Claus carried on to the next naught
boys and naught girls' houses, and she delivered her own Christmas cheer ...
... ! Making all the really naught people see the errors of their ways and
giving out her own kind of Christmas presents to those she felt deserved one!

Santa's wife only had a little bit of Magic dust left so she could only answer
one more letter ... ...

Dear Santa,

When you cum down the chimney make sure you cum to my room as I want to suck
you big fat cock.

Kelly, aged 19

She smiled 'Santa big cock' now that was a joke ... ...

She appeared in the house, again decorated for Christmas, she wondered around
and found the bedroom of Kelly, Mrs Clause entered. In the room there was a
large bed, on the bed. Fast asleep was Kelly, this time she was the age on her
letter, Kelly was a sexy brunette with a great body, beautiful face and large
breasts, Mrs Claus liked her lips, this girl was very nice.

She turned on the side light that woke Kelly up "you've been a naught young
girl and I'm here to deal with you" she said with a large smile on her face.
With that Santa's wife pulled the young woman out of her bed, she wore a tight
pair of shorts and a skimpy old top. Mrs Claus had the naught girl over her
lap and Smack! This time her 'punishment' of the girl was quiet gentle and
very sensual. Smack! Smack! As one hand gently spanked the girl the other
played with her large breasts, her hand softly stroked her ample breast and
her figures tweaked her erect nipple, Smack! Smack! Soft moans came out of the
girl as Santa's wife 'taught' her not to be rude in letters.

After the girls 'punishment' Mrs Claus pulled her up and pulled her close
"Santa only has a very small cock and that would never do for a girl like
you". The two women kissed, a soft kiss that built up to tongues exploring
each other mouths, Santa's wife broke off the embrace. "Instead of a small
cock I have something else for you to play with" she pulled her red jacked
open to reveal her large breast. Kelly smiled and her tongue and mouth enjoyed
the present she had just been given. It wasn't long before the two women where
exploring each others gorgeous bodies. Mrs Claus managed to convince Kelly
that Santa's cock was not worth waiting for, and Kelly introduced Mrs Claus to
a strange object that started to buzz! And then ... ... Well the two women
enjoyed the next few hours as only women can.

As Santa's wife left the exhausted and sleeping Kelly she closed the bedroom
door walked down the corridor, passing the room of Paula, the much younger
sister, there was a note stuck to the door ... .

Dear Santa

Please do not forget me ... ... I would like a new dolls house and new dolls
if that would all right ... ...

'How sweet' Mrs Claus looked into the room she could see that the little girl
was asleep and a space had been cleared for a new dolls house. Just then
Santa's wife saw a group of dolls in the waste bin in the corner; obviously
the little girl had had a clear out ready for all her new dolls. That's when
an idea came to Mrs Claus, with the remainder of the Christmas magic dust, and
she just had enough, she sprinkled some on the floor and a new dolls house,
full of furniture and a dozen new dolls appeared. "Sure she'll enjoy that and
I'll take the old dolls." Mrs Claus took the old dolls and it a flash
disappeared, reappearing back on the roof next to the sledge, she placed the
dolls in the seats and using the remainder on the magic dust sprinkled it onto
the dolls. There was a FLASH! BANG! And lots of smoke, as it disappeared there
in the sledge appeared five women all dressed like Mrs Claus. She had changed
the dolls from inanimate plastic object into five very hot sexy women!

There was Barbie a sexy blond with blue eyes and a smile as wide as her chest,
Cindy a sultry brunette with figure that would stop a man (or woman) in their
tracks at 100 yards. Sally the fiery redhead who oozed passion, then there was
Jasmine the strong and desirable black beauty and finally Sue Ling the
oriental beauty, the woman that you knew by just looking at her could take you
to new sexual heights. Mrs Claus' licked her lips and climbed aboard the
sledge with her new helpers, the girls all giggling and excited cuddled up to
Santa's wife as they fly off back to the North Pole.

When they arrived Santa had also just got back from his evening of delivering
presents, he was more than a bit surprised to see his wife and her new found
companions land in the spare sledge. "Where the hell have you been" he
demanded "you know that ... " before Santa could finish his sentence Mrs Claus
had grabbed the overweight old man and dragged him over her knee. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMCK! She gave old Santa a good old fashioned spanking "PLE ...
PLEASE ... STOP!" Finally Mrs Claus did stop, pushed the sobbing Santa off.
"You've neglected me for too long, locked away with your elves, it's not
natural ... ... So I've decided to make a few changes around here ... ... I
and my lovely assistants her" she eyed up her sexy new friends.

"We will be taking over the whole of the north wing ... ... I want rooms for
all my girls, a Jacuzzi, living area, sauna ... ... I want the lot" she
grabbed Santa's by his jacket and looked deep into his eyes "And from now on
you deal with the good and I deal with the naught ones!" There was something
in her tone that made Santa agree straight away "yes.. yes all the naught ones
are your!"

So Mrs Claus converted the north wing for her and her sexy assistance, the
internet was plumbed in and now all the naught letters and e-mail go straight
to Santa's wife. She reads them all and if you're ever so luck Mrs Claus and
her assistants could be coming to see you on Christmas Eve!

So if you have been naught you can e-mail Mrs Claus at
mrs.s.claus@hotmail.co.uk If Santa's wife and her sexy assistants do come and
visit you may be lucky to have a bit of Magic dust left in the corner of the
room, and that way you may just remember something of her visit ... ... ...
Now wouldn't that be the perfect Christmas present!!

Editors note ... ... . Mrs Claus may not be able to reply to all your
e-mail's, but just think how good it will be if she does turn up in you
bedroom one night!