Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Her top said: I’m So Good, Santa Came Twice.
And the Fox’s had an image of a candy cane and said: It’s Not Going To Lick Itself.
“Tutu? What are you doing?”
“I’m going to catch myself a Santa.” She picked up the giant fishing net she’d ordered online for just this purpose. “Hopefully, a Foxy Santa.”
Brody groaned. “You’re gonna get us in so much trouble.”
“You don’t have to come with me.”
“Like I’m going to let you go alone.”
She took hold of his hand and they both creeped out toward the living room. They had an enormous tree that the Fox had chopped down himself. That had been so sexy. She’d wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off then and there. But he’d made her wait until they got back into the den.
Such fun.
Hmm, seemed the Fox might be rubbing off on her.
The enormous tree was lit up with Christmas lights, which meant they could easily spot the man filling their Christmas stockings and placing presents under the tree.
He had a huge red sack. And he was dressed in red pants and a coat. He even had a large tummy. For a moment, she thought it might really be Santa.
Then he turned, piercing them with a look that was all Fox. She squealed, drew her net up, and put it down over his head. He stared at her, shocked.
“I caught you, Santa!”
“Oh dear Lord. We’re never going to sit again,” Brody muttered.
She giggled like a maniac. “Now he has to grant all our wishes, Brody-bear.”
Brody turned to her. “He’s not a genie.”
“What?”
“A genie grants wishes. Santa comes down your chimney with presents.”
“And do you know what a Foxy Santa does?” the Fox said. Reaching up, he grabbed the net, tossing it aside.
Autumn squealed. Brody backed away, taking her with him.
“What?”
“He chases down naughty Little boys and girls and spanks their bottoms.”
Turning, they raced off. She was laughing so hard she could barely see anything. She banged her knee against the wall but kept running.
“Be careful,” the Fox ordered. “No hurting yourself.”
He sounded like he was right behind them. . . she screamed as she found herself flying through the air. She was twisted before she landed over the Fox’s shoulder. He walked with her back to their bedroom, smacking her ass as he sang, Bunny Got Her Bottom Smacked to the tune of Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer as he walked and spanked.
Damn him for being one of the few men who could multi-task.
When he got to their bedroom, he set her on her feet and pointed to the corner. “In you go. I want your bare butt on display.”
She rubbed her poor butt. His spanks stung!
“Daddy, that’s not fair. It was just a bit of fun.”
“Oh no, I’m not Daddy right now. I’m Foxy Santa. I’m much stricter than Daddy.”
Gulp.
“Now, do as you were told. I have to find your accomplice.”
Poor Brody. He’d been right. She had gotten him in big trouble.
There was a noise about five minutes later, and she turning her head, her eyes widened as she took in Brody. He was over the Fox’s shoulder and his pajama pants were already down at his ankles as the Fox steadily spanked him.
“Papa!” he complained. “Those spanks hurt.”
“They were meant to. I’m not Papa right now. I’m Foxy Santa. Into the corner with you. Ass out.”
“I think he thinks he’s really Santa,” she whispered to Brody.
“No talking! Or you get extras. Now I have to go swap all your gifts for coal.”
“No, please, Daddy! I mean, Foxy Santa. Don’t take our gifts,” she begged.
“I suppose if you accept your punishment without complaint, then go back to sleep, I won’t have to swap out your gifts.”
“We promise, Foxy Santa,” she said.
“Uh-huh, we promise,” Brody said.
“All right. I’ll get the special gifts I have for you.”
Special gifts. Uh-oh. She didn’t know if she liked the sound of that.
The Fox walked back into the bedroom, carrying his sack. He’d known that sneaking out to catch him would be too much for his Bunny to resist, which is why he’d gotten all dressed up.
And he’d left a couple of gifts inside his sack.
And no, he wasn’t talking about his balls. Ha-ha.
He placed the gifts on the bed and switched on the light on the nightstand before pulling each gift out.
“Both of you strip off then come here,” he ordered his naughty babies.
After taking off their pajamas, they turned and walked over to him. Pup reached out and took his Bunny’s hand in his.
“Kneel.” He sat on the bed next to the gifts.
“Open this one first, Bunny.” He handed her a smaller gift.
She opened it slowly, gaping down at it. “Gingerbread lube?”
“Yep. Always important to have lube.”
“Oh heck,” Brody said.
“Don’t worry, Pup. I have a gift for you too.” He handed him one next.