by eme
Twas the Night Before Spanksgiving
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.
