The holiday season may be over, but I can’t resist one more tale such as might be told at Christmastime on HD Spank that someone told me about “The Perfect Santa” and the lovely Clarice.

Despite the devilish appearance, he was the perfect Santa Claus.

But he wasn’t all good.

I was working in my photo lab one afternoon when Santa stepped in.

He’d changed out of his costume into jeans and a T-shirt. Only the red and white hat remained on his gorgeous head.

“Close the shop,” he softly ordered.

There was something about him that commanded obedience, so without a word, I flipped the sign, closed the drapes and locked the door.

Santa sat down and patted his knee.

“Sit,” he said.

I moved to comply but he stopped me with a lift of his hand.

“Take off your panties.”

My mouth went dry and my hands were shaking as they slid beneath my skirt to pull them over my hips.

They dropped to the floor and breathing heavy, I moved to his chair and perched on his knee.

His hands moved immediately to the back of my neck and shoulders, soothing me.

“So tell me, Clarice, have you been naughty… or nice?”

As he spoke, those wicked hands slid to the front of my blouse and cupped my breasts. My back arched into his hands and as he tugged my nipples, his teeth sank into the back of my neck.

“I think you’ve been naughty, Clarice,” he breathed, his hands sliding over my stomach, to lift my skirt. As a finger slid across my pussy and I pushed my hips towards him, he laughed. “Oh yes, you’ve been very naughty. Bend over my lap, Clarice.”

I moved instantly to obey, trembling as he lifted the skirt over my ass.

“Beg me to spank you,” he said, smoothing the flesh.

“Please, ” I whimpered.

“Please, what? Say, ‘Please spank me, Santa.’”

“Please… spank me, Santa.”

I came as the first slap hit my ass.