Secret Santa’s Naughty List

Here is an excerpt from my upcoming Christmas Special, Secret Santa’s Naughty List. You can pre-order the full novel for $3.99 here if you are interested: [https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0819BK46H](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0819BK46H)

**Becky Roberts**

I don’t know why they make us come in on the day after Thanksgiving, but I don’t think I’ll ever complain about it again after what happened today! I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business when I heard someone mention Santa from the front desk. I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly from my office, but it was followed by a deep voice bellowing, “Ho, ho, ho!” What in the hell was going on?

Curiosity got the better of me and I poked my head out of my office door to see for myself. I wasn’t the only one – there were a half dozen other leaders at their doors looking on and laughing. At the front of the office was Santa. Not the Santa you see on television, mind you, but a HOT Santa. He was clearly very fit, had short sleeves on his jacket to highlight his muscular arms, and was lacking the typical facial hair. The guy looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties and even from my office down the hall, I could see the light shining off his baby-blue eyes. This Santa could come down my chimney anytime!

I felt bad for thinking it, after all – I am married, but any woman in my shoes would have thought the same thing. Holy hell this man was hot! After some laughter from Julia at the front desk, she asked him who he was here to see, and my heart nearly stopped when he smiled and shouted, “Becky Roberts! I’m one of Santa’s Helpers and Becky was reported as being naughty this year. Santa sent me to deliver a special message. Where can I find Becky?”

Every eye turned instantly to me, and I could feel myself turning a bright shade of red. Julia didn’t even need to tell him. The tall man just followed the stares and his eyes paralyzed me.

“Has anyone else been naughty this year?” he asked in a loud, playful tone.

Julia shot her hand up like lightning, and he handed her a candy cane and said, “You’d better be extra nice before Christmas then!”

Several of the others down the hall made jokes about how bad they’d been, and he handed them all candy canes too on his way back to see me. I was still frozen. Doug was laughing his ass off at me, just looking back and forth between me, and the man slowly making his way back down the hall. When the handsome man in red passed his office, Doug said, “I thought I’d been pretty good, but I think I’m enjoying this too much, so I must be naughty.” Santa laughed too, and handed Doug his candy cane before he turned his eyes back to me. “Becky?”

“Y-y-yes,” I finally managed to say, feeling like a school girl being asked to the dance for the first time. What was wrong with me? I was a grown, married, successful woman who was frozen by some guy in a Santa getup. I forced myself to shake it off, and laughed a bit to ease my nerves.

“I have a special message for you. One of your friends added you to Santa’s naughty list, and I am here to give you a gift… and a warning.” He gestured back into my office.

I was hesitant to let him come in… What would everyone think? But at the same time, he was clearly here on a job. Someone had signed me up for this and I didn’t want to make his life harder, or embarrass myself further if he delivered some silly message to me out in the hall!

“Come on in,” I said as I walked back around to my desk, still feeling the warmth in my face.

He stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and set his bag down on one of the chairs across from me. What he did next took me by complete surprise. The guy unzipped his thin, red jacket and tossed it over his bag.

“You’ve been very naughty this year, Becky. Your friends thought you needed a little punishment, and asked me to come here to set you straight. Are you going to be good for me?”

It seemed as though my obvious discomfort was only giving him more confidence. He was standing in my office – my place of work – shirtless and talking about punishing me. This wasn’t right, but I couldn’t deny how excited I was getting just looking at him. I love my husband, but he’s never come close to looking as good as this mystery, with his chiseled six pack and toned body that I so desperately wanted to touch. He asked me if I’d be good… I didn’t want to be good. I wanted to be very, very bad. There was a conflict inside me, though. I had no idea what he had in mind, and I wasn’t about to do anything that would jeopardize my marriage.

“I can be good, but I am married, so that might not mean to me what it means to you,” I replied.

“You won’t be taking any clothing off, if that makes you feel better,” he responded, before adding, “You’d have to be on the nice list to get a reward like that,” with a devilish wink that only made me want him more.

“Oh… okay,” I said, as he stepped around the side of my desk, and beckoned me back to my feet with his finger.

I stood and he took my hand, walked me around to the front of the desk, and placed it on top of the cool wooden surface. He then stepped behind me and grabbed my hips, pushing me forward over the desk at the waist with his thumbs. His hands were huge… and so strong!

What he was doing was overtly sexual and part of me wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t. I knew if my husband walked in at that moment, I’d a have a lot to explain, but it didn’t matter. I had a limit, but he hadn’t quite crossed it yet and I was enjoying the thrill of this too much to stop now. I felt a rush between my legs and half expected to feel his body press against my ass which was now pointing straight back at him, hugged tightly by my black pencil skirt.

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him step to the side instead.

“Naughty girls need to be punished. Your friends chose a very specific punishment for you,” he said before abruptly bringing his hand to my ass.

He was spanking me. The man was half naked and spanking me over my desk in my own office. I needed to protest – to stand up and stop him – but before I could even register the thought, his hand was back again, and again, and again. The force he used increased a little each time he returned his hand to my cheeks until a heard a slight gasp escape my own lips as his last strike stung – ever so slightly.

That was it. He held that level of force through another half dozen spankings, and then I felt his hand brush my thigh at the hem of the skirt. He lifted the material, bringing it up over my ass, and that was farther than I was comfortable with.

I stood to try stopping him, but he placed a finger on my lips as I began talking and said, “I won’t take anything off, but you need a real spanking for being so naughty.”

He wasn’t forcing me, but I felt compelled to bend back over at his words and let him pull the skirt the rest of the way over my hips. I was wearing a thong that day and I knew that he, and anyone else that might walk in my office at that moment, could see my entire naked ass pointing back toward the door and frosted windows.

The next spanking was louder. Skin hitting skin echoed off my office walls and I covered my mouth as a louder moan started to escape. Someone else might hear that, but once again, there was no time to process before his hand was back over and over until he had finished. Could he see my excitement? I was uncomfortably wet by that point, and if there was any sign of it on my thong, he’d have no trouble spotting it.

“Very good,” he said, stepping back and sitting in the second chair in front of my desk. “How about sitting on Santa’s lap and telling me how much better you’re going to be now?”

I took a step back without bothering to fix my skirt, which was still bunched up over my hips, and sat back into his lap. His pants were a rather thin material, but they were so light and baggy that I hadn’t noticed his nearly erect cock until I sat down and felt it beneath me. I wanted to move on top of it. To adjust so it pressed between my legs, right against my soaking wet pussy, but I couldn’t. That would be decidedly too far. When his hands went to my hips, I was worried he might start moving me on top of him and I was ready to stop him, knowing full well I wouldn’t really want to do that.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he asked, nearly whispering it into my ear, as I felt goosebumps forming on my neck.

“Yesssss,” I hissed back, fighting all the lust-filled desire that was trying to take control of my body.

I hadn’t moved a muscle, but I felt his cock grow – just a little – underneath me from my response. This was fucking torture!

“Is there anything else you want from Santa’s helper while I’m here?” he asked with another movement under my ass.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned in reply. “There is, but I promised to be good.”

It sounded as pouty as it felt to stick to my guns.

With his hands still on my hips, he lifted me from his lap and then pulled my skirt back into place.

“Very good, Becky,” he said with a smile. “You are on the right track to the nice list already! Don’t forget, he knows when you’ve been naughty!”

With that, he tossed his jacket back on, picked up his sac of treats, and adjusted his pants so his now fading erection wasn’t apparent as he left my office. He took out a card and left it on the corner of my desk and then reached for my hand. A handshake seemed rather odd after that experience, but when I took his hand, he turned mine over and kissed the back of it. If I had even an ounce less self-control than I apparently do, I would have kissed the man right there. It was more than just his looks: he was in control, he was naughty, he was hot, and he was a gentleman. I wanted to have his babies!

He smiled knowingly one more time, and then he was headed out the door. I guessed that my expression had shown ever bit of the desire I was feeling in that moment, but I didn’t care. Thankfully, he’d closed the door behind him and I was able to calm myself, and catch my breath before having to face anyone. If they’d seen me in that moment, my husband might have been getting a call that I had no desire to have to explain! I walked over and quietly locked the door, not wanting anyone coming in for a few minutes.

Walking back around to my chair, I picked up the card he had left. The front of it said, “Secret Santa’s Naughty List”. I flipped it over and there was a web address on the other side above some text that requested a review of my punishment. Who had sent him to me? I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked, but it was too late. He was gone now. I’d leave a review all right, right after I took care of the need he’d left me with. Part of me wondered if he would have taken care of that if I hadn’t held the line that I did, but it wasn’t really something I wanted to torture myself further by thinking about. I pulled my skirt back up, slid my panties down, and sat behind my desk pleasuring myself for the next five minutes before enjoying the best orgasm that I could recall from recent memory. I felt a little guilty getting off to thoughts of another man doing all the things the very naughty part of me had wanted so badly, but I resisted the shame by reminding myself that I had really been good. How many women did I know who’d cheated on their husbands? They had done so in situations far easier to resist than the one I’d just faced and I didn’t cross that line. I had nothing to feel guilty about. Someone had sent me a gift, and I had made the most of it. I’d keep making the most of it for a while. Sorry Brad, but I might be picturing Santa’s face in bed for a while!

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