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)
Brody opened it, revealing a red cock ring with a small bell hanging off the end.
“Let’s just take care of that now, shall we? Stand up.”
With a groan, Brody stood. The Fox placed a bit of lube on the inside of the ring, then he put it over Brody’s dick, situating it at the base.
“Now, let’s just make sure this is in the right place and isn’t hurting you.” The Fox slid his mouth over his Pup’s dick.
It didn’t take long before his Pup’s cock grew erect, until he was panting and shaking.
Perfect.
The Fox pulled back, looking down at his dick. “Good boy. Kneel.”
As he kneeled down, the bell jingled.
“Oh, that’s just terrible,” Autumn said. “I love it.”
He had to grin.
“Next gift.” He held it out to her.
She opened it eagerly. Poor girl. She gasped as she saw the Frosty paddle that was revealed. It was made of plastic and not very strong, he certainly wouldn’t be spanking hard.
After all, he didn’t really want to punish them. This was just a bit of fun.
“Right, let’s make sure this works, shall we?” he said.
“Frosty can’t spank my butt-butt, Daddy!” Autumn protested.
“Uh-uh, I’m not Daddy, remember?”
“Please, Foxy Santa.” She pouted.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pretending a reluctance he didn’t feel. “But Foxy Santa says you were naughty getting out of bed and trying to capture him. And remember, it’s this, or you lose your presents.”
“We can do this, Tutu,” Pup told her.
“Fine. Mean Frosty.”
“You’re going to bend over the edge of the bed and stick your bottoms out. Here is a pillow for your knees.” He handed them one pillow each and they placed it under their knees before leaning over the bed. He stood and walked behind them.
“Just beautiful. I don’t know how your Daddy doesn’t spank your asses every day. I’ll mention it to him.”
“No,” Autumn cried. He smacked the paddle down on her bottom. Then on Brody’s bottom.
It made a heck of a noise, but he’d already tested it on himself and knew how hard to hit. Back and forth he went, smacking the paddle on their bottoms. Once their cheeks were pink, he put the paddle back on the bed.
“You can sit back now.”
They moved. Bunny was rubbing her bottom. Brody’s erection was still thick and firm. Perfect.
“Last gift. I’ll open this one.”
“I don’t think I want it,” Bunny said, pouting.
“Don’t be like that. You might like this one.”
He picked up the last gift and opened it. They’d come in a box originally, but he’d had to get rid of that because of his Bunny’s phobia of boxes.
Bunny’s eyes widened as she saw the two items inside. “Wow, Daddy! Glass candy canes. Those are so pretty.” She reached out a hand to run her finger over them. “What do you do with them? If you hang them on the tree they might fall and shatter.”
“I don’t think you hang them in your tree, Tutu,” Brody said, looking up at him knowingly.
“No? Then what do you do? They don’t look like they stand on their own. I guess you could put them out as a table decoration. On a plate or something. That would be cute.”
“You definitely don’t display them out on a plate,” the Fox told her.
“Then what?” She looked from him to Brody. “What are they?”
“They’re plugs, Tutu,” Brody explained, taking pity on her.
“Plugs . . . these wouldn’t plug the sink. Oh my God! They’re not that sort of plug, are they?”
“Nope,” the Fox replied. “These here are anal plugs.”
She winced. “They go in your bottom?”
“Well, not my bottom. But your bottom and Pup’s, yes.”
“I don’t know, Daddy, I mean, Foxy Santa. I think they’re too pretty to go up anyone’s bottom.”
“I think you’ll look extra pretty with a nice red bottom and the top of the candy cane sticking out.”
“Dear Lord, that’s just depraved,” Brody told him.
“It certainly is.” He grinned. “Now, I want you both to stand and then bend right over. I need to get you ready with the gingerbread lube.”
As Autumn bent over, she thought that perhaps it hadn’t been a wise idea to sneak out and try to catch Santa.
Then again . . . this was kind of fun too. Although she could have done without Frosty spanking her butt.
She could hear him rustling around. What was he doing? Prepping the plugs? Oh Lord, was he going to plug them while they stood here like this?
So. Embarrassing.
“Both of you reach back and part your butt cheeks.”
She let out a small squeak. Really? She glanced at Brody, but he’d already reached his arms back. He winked at her, and she let out a deep breath before pulling her butt cheeks apart.
Suddenly, she felt some damp fingers at her back hole. There was a tingling sensation as the Fox pushed two fingers into her hole. Whoa, that gingerbread lube packed a punch.