The Storyteller (15 page)

Laura had never heard of this wicked counterpart to Santa until her uncle explained it to her. She had been fascinated by the same ever since.

Suddenly, there was a tapping at the arcadia door which decorated her bedroom. Looking up, she shrieked at what she saw.

Krampus was standing there, knocking on the glass and asking to be let in.

It was then her heart did a surprised jump into her mouth. She recognized his shirt and pants to be those of Roland. He had come back to her after all on this Christmas Eve.

“Roland?” she screamed. “You’ve come back to me!”

Krampus did a weird dance in front of the window, shaking and waving. He then pointed to the latch and motioned to be let inside.

“I’ve missed you!” she shouted. “Roland, this is so funny!”

The figure shook its head in the negative, and at that moment she realized it was a game he wanted to play. At this time, he did not desire to be referred to by his real name, but by that of the character he was portraying. He knew of her Krampus obsession, and now he was giving her a Christmas gift to remember.

“I hope that you don’t have switches,” she mouthed as she unlocked the latch and let him in. “I haven’t been that bad.”

Roland, in his Krampus mask, stepped into the bedroom and reached back to retrieve a small traveling case he had put down beside him. Without a word, he motioned her back and studied her with a note of menace.

“So what did you bring me for Christmas, Krampus?” Laura teased. “Don’t I get a present?”

Krampus whipped his hands together in a spanking motion, indicating what her only gift was to be.

Laura sat back down on the bed, getting into the game. With her hand, she dried her eyes and smiled, knowing the affair was not over after all.

Roland still refused to speak. Instead, he went to her night stand and pointed toward the candle. From his shirt pocket, he extracted matches and held them up for her to see.

“What the fuck is that?” she complained. “I can’t read that from here.”

Obediently, Krampus approached and offered the match cover to her. It was a picture of a badly drawn cartoon Krampus with the words Krampus Festival on the front.

“Isn’t this going a bit overboard?”

Krampus shook his head and returned to the night stand, striking a match and lighting the candle.

“Does this mean we are going to have a hot time tonight?”

Krampus turned and shook his masked head. Instead, he pointed to his own posterior and to Laura, meaning it was her rear that was going to be hot.

“Okay,” said Laura with a pout. “I see. I’m going to get the little girl treatment because of the affair I had with you, Krampus? No. I mean Roland, right?”

Krampus shook his head in the affirmative and motioned for her to get back up from the bed. As she did, he made yet another motion, pointing upward to indicate she should remove her night gown.

“But I don’t have anything on underneath,” she protested in feigned modesty. “I’ll be naked.”

Krampus again made the jerking motion with his hands.

Obeying, Laura grabbed her night shirt and yanked upward, taking it off over her head and tossing it to the carpet beside her. As she had said, she had nothing on underneath.

“Let me at least close the curtains,” she complained and went to do so, while her lover stood silently, watching her go.

“And now we can have some privacy,” she announced, holding her arms open so he could see the full beauty of her nakedness. Her hardening nipples, her perky breasts, her patch of rusty fur between her legs.

“So are you going to make my ass as red as my pussy?” she asked.

The night caller nodded.

“Now what should I do?”

Krampus motioned toward the bed and made a sideways slant with his hand, presumably indicating she should lie flat.

“Whatever you say,” she answered as she fell down on the bed with her legs spread in anticipation of Roland fucking her like crazy.

“I’ve missed your dick. I thought I’d never see it again.”

Krampus shook his head and made a turning motion with his right hand.

“Oh yes, my spanking,” Laura giggled as she rolled over to expose her back. Her ass stood out like two white pillows, waiting for the expected punishment to come.

“Alright, now I’m ready. Teach me a lesson.”

Solemnly, Krampus went to his case and extracted two sets of handcuffs. When she saw what was about to happen, Laura sucked in her breath and willingly moved her arms so she could be cuffed to the rails of her metal headboard.

As he adjusted the handcuffs, locking each wrist and securing her spread eagled on the bed, Krampus caught the image of himself. He inspected the doll with bemusement and placed it on the dresser next to Father Christmas. He then returned to the bed and looked down at his naked lover, who had no idea what was about to really happen.

“So how many spanks am I going to get?” she asked. “I’ve been bad, having an affair with a married man and all.”

Saying nothing, Krampus went to his case and extracted something. It was a flat, wooden paddle, made expressively for punishment. He held it out for her to see, indicating this was to be her penalty for indiscretion.

“Oh, for real?” she laughed. “You have to be kidding.”

Krampus stared down at her silently. It was then the truth came to her.

“Wait a minute, Roland! That thing’s gonna bust my ass, especially without any clothes on! You better not hit me with that for real, you bastard! You...”

Laura’s objections were cut short by the torrid scream that escaped from her lips as the paddle cracked across her unsuspecting ass, bringing a course of pain like she had never felt before.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” she shouted, trying to pull her legs in and fight against the handcuffs. “What the fuck are you doing?”

With not as much as a whimper, Krampus grabbed her ankles, still holding the paddle in his right hand and pulled them downward so she was prostrate again.

“Let me up, you son of a bitch!” Laura was now screaming in outright anger. “Let me the fuck up now, or I’m calling the police! Do you hear me, you...?”

A second blow, even harder than the first came down, covering all of her ass and making a wham as it hit. Again, Laura shrieked and fought against her restraints, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“You cocksucking son of a bitch! That hurt! You sheep fucker! You let me up now! Damn you! This isn’t funny!”

She heard Roland fumbling in the case again, but her ass was hurting so badly she didn’t care what he was up to. All she wanted was to be released and to kick him out of her home.

“I’ll get you for this, you rotten prick! My ass is killing me! You son of a bitch! What do you think you’re doing! This isn’t fucking funny!”

Her words were cut off by a ball being placed in her open mouth, affixed to some type of leather thongs that Roland was tying. She’d seen such a harness when they’d watched adult films together before, but had never known anyone to have actually owned such a thing, let alone imagine it being used on her.

Eyes bugging with horror, she realized she was an absolute prisoner to Roland’s obscene desires. Her voice was blocked, so she could breathe only through her nose and make no threats. Her arms were securely shackled to the bed railing, and her ass, which was starting to smoke with pain, was totally exposed to whatever Roland wanted to do. Her only course of resistance was to try to rise up on her knees, lifting her legs to the top of the railing and shift so she was no longer in such a compromising way, but Roland, totally into his Krampus role, was ahead of her. She felt her feet being cuffed as well, hooked to the bottom bedposts so she was spread naked and without any chance of escape whatsoever.

At that point, a third blow came down, striking her bottom with a ferocious impact. She jolted and struggled against the restraints, her cry of anguish blocked by the ball crammed into her mouth again.

A fourth blow came and then a fifth. She could not see, but knew her ass was already welted red. It had to have been. The paddle was not that thick, but it was hard and destructive. Her ass was a mass of stinging flesh that erupted in a forest fire, but there was no relief in sight.

Krampus looked down at her and gave her the shame on you motion with his fingers. She was unsure where he had put the paddle.

Had Roland lost his mind? Did he somehow think this game, gone way beyond the limits of sanity, was what she really wanted? She was so livid at that moment, she would have hit him right over the head with one of the lamps on the night stand had she been able. The son of a bitch! Did he really think this was a turn on?

Another heavy blow came with the paddle, and though she swore she would not give the bastard the satisfaction, she started to cry. Tears came uncomfortably to her face, but Roland/Krampus didn’t care. He was enjoying this.

Yet again, she was struck a powerful blow and her ass erupted in pain. In her mind she saw fireworks, like on Independence Day, going off in unison with the blow.

She wanted to scream and beg for mercy just to bring the punishment to an end. Yet all of her curses, cries, and shouts were blocked by the contraption that had been shoved into her face. She could barely breathe, let alone berate her assailant.

She heard movement, and with great effort turned her head toward the screen door. Roland was moving a chair and sitting down to study her. At last, a break from that horrible paddling she was receiving. Was it over? She doubted that.

While in the past she had thought of spanking as foreplay, she had never wanted something like this. Even when she had even suggested this Krampus game to Roland beforehand, she never meant it to be taken to these extremes.

As best as she could, she tried to cool her flaming ass by moving up and down on the bed. Her gestures, however, were restricted by the handcuffs on all four appendages, and this only succeeded in her rubbing her pussy against the bedspread, which brought her to a wetness she did not want at this specific moment.

Krampus sat in silence, watching her like a fox observing some nature lover with binoculars, staring in kind.

Her bottom was stinging from the swats.

She wasn’t certain what had been done with the paddle now. Perhaps he had placed it on the floor or even put the damned thing away and figured she’s had enough of it. Now he was more than likely trying to figure out how to talk his way out of this one, because win, lose, or draw, he was going to get an earful once he released her. In fact, he was going to be lucky not to get a foot in the balls.

The only thing she knew was her ass was turned to mush and she was not pleased.

Laura wasn’t sure how long they studied each other, but one thing was certain. The pain in her ass was not going away. With each passing minute, it seemed logical the hurt would subside a bit, but instead, it seemed to be increasing. Never in her life had she had such a butt biting, and she never wanted it again.

It was then to her utter horror, she saw the agitator rise and go to his case once more. What was it going to be this time? She was not eager to find out, if she could help it.

Trying as best she could to let out a scream or obscenity, she again found her effort futile. Her personal Krampus was coming beside her again, this time to sit next to her on the bed and slowly rub her punished rear end, as if to apologize for what he had done. The slight comfort this offered was equally short lived.

Laura tried to shake her head in protest when she caught a glimpse of the smaller paddle being offered to her. It was one of those kid toys that usually had a rubber ball and an elastic cord affixed to it, which the child would try to get to bounce. These portions of the thing were gone, and it was obvious the purpose was not for a child’s game. This paddle was going to be used for punishment.

Briefly, Laura was relieved that this paddle, being smaller, would not be as painful as the larger one she had been forced to endure. The first time it struck her, however, she realized she was wrong. Smaller did not mean less wicked, for the shape condensed the blow, and this left the pain more centralized. She found this out as the first whack landed on her right cheek, the second on her left, and the third in the middle, between the two.

Again she fought against the abuse she was receiving, but there was no recourse except to absorb the punishments.

Granted, she had asked to be treated like a bad little girl, but no girl she ever knew of had received such a beating. Her butt was so badly battered she could barely feel the pause between blows anymore. There was just one endless streak of agony, as she fought against both the paddle and the restraints.

The severe hits continued until finally, she resigned to them, too sore and too exhausted to resist.

As she laid sprawled on the bed, she barely moved when the next set of strikes came, sobbing with her eyes and silently telling of her torment through her blocked mouth, but no longer offering a struggle against her punishment. It was at that moment everything stopped.

While she was never a religious woman, Laura thanked God everything was coming to an end. Or was it?

Krampus was sitting down and studying her again, examining her bare butt, which she felt certain most have looked like uncooked roast beef by now. The pain was worse than anything she had ever known before.

It was then the mouthpiece was ritualistically removed, and none too soon. Though she wanted badly to curse Roland with every foul word she could think of, the first thing that came from within was a mournful scream, which had been held back since the very moment the block had been inserted into her mouth. Then more tears came as she bawled aloud.

She was unsure now if she loved Roland or hated him. After all, he was giving her what she wanted, or so he thought. This was his Christmas present, and he was apparently broken up with his wife as well, as he’d promised earlier.

“Alright,” she finally snapped out. “Let me up now.”

Roland or Krampus, whichever identity he wished to be known by at this time, was seated again, silently studying her.

“So what now!” she managed to cry out. “You gonna let me up or what? I need to put something on my ass! It’s killing me thanks to you, you asshole!”