Christmas fuck

Christmas fuck

I hope I'm on Santa's naughty list, to me that sounds like fun, I'm hoping he'll put me across his knee and really smack my bum

Laying across his lap that big brass buckles very cold, it freezes my tummy but I do has I've been told

Knowing I'll get punished if I'm put on Santa's naughty list means I won't get any gifts but still I will persist

Because being gently punished is better than any gift he'd wrap, I'd swop any gift or present for a naughty little slap

He could tie me up in gift ribbons and put me in his big black sack, pick me up and carry me off, he can throw me across his back

I hope I get a special Christmas kiss, under the Mistletoe or near my Christmas tree, I'd settle for just one kiss but I'd prefer two or free

So I'll continue to be naughty, I'll be cheeky and push my luck, who know if I'm really bad I might get a Christmas fuck

Ron