Chapter 1

Chapter One

Rhett

“You know, I thought Santa’s beard was supposed to be thicker?” The cheeky, questioning tone was deliberately designed to push my buttons, but the way the naughty elf reached out and tugged on my beard made it clear he was doing his best to drive me crazy.

Brats were an adorable handful, but I knew better than to react too much.

“Really?” Raising one eyebrow and tapping my fingers on my thigh, I leaned back against the throne I’d been given to sit on. It was a bit over the top for a Santa, but I wasn’t the drama queen in charge of the celebration. “As an official helper Santa, I’m calling bullshit on that.”

Playing Santa for the Bound & Controlled Christmas party hadn’t been my first choice for how to spend the evening. There were more relaxing ways to hang out with everyone, but it’d been worth losing my free time to see the subs giggly and happy.

Especially the Littles.

The brats, on the other hand, were a more interesting bunch.

My cheeky helper sucked in a breath, playing shocked as he brought his hand up to his mouth. “And cursing too? I can’t believe it. What kind of Santa does that?”

This one.

“Santas who believe in giving out punishments instead of coal.” Sitting taller in the throne, I glared at the naughty boy who’d been assigned to be my elf for the evening. “I’ve given out a lot of presents so far tonight, but I think I should hand out at least one more punishment.”

Well, the other cuties who’d been punished for being naughty had thoroughly enjoyed their time over Santa’s lap with either their friends or Doms doing their best not to cheer them on. This cutie was a bit different, though.

The other subs who’d been pretending to be naughty hadn’t asked me if I was too old to play Santa or if my Depends needed to be changed halfway through the party.

Yes, someone was overdue for a conversation about manners.

A firm conversation involving my hand and their bottom.

“To a sub who kept making creaking noises every time I moved.” My dry tone had him trying not to smirk, clearly proud of himself for that one. “Creaking? Really?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you are kind of old.” The sexy elf shrugged, trying to play it off as he ignored my twitching hand. “You said it, though. I didn’t.”

No, he’d just asked me if I had an early curfew at the old folks’ home and if they’d realized I’d gotten out unsupervised.

“It’s probably my ancient memory, but I’m not recalling that the same way.” Keeping my expression serious, I ignored the giggles coming from around us as the last of the stragglers who were hanging around Santa were starting to enjoy the naughty elf’s drama. “But luckily for me, Santa is in charge of dishing out the punishments tonight.”

Within reason and within everyone’s limits, of course.

My helper’s eyes got wide but he blustered through it and eventually sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’m not sure you’ve got the strength for it, old man.”

Oh, weak and old?

Naughty, naughty elf.

“It seems my helper is in need of a reminder about his manners.” Reaching out, I took his hand and slowly pulled him closer, thoroughly enjoying the view of his tight little shorts and the outline of the hard cock showing through them. “You definitely don’t deserve a nice present from Santa.”

My sexy elf looked confident but I could feel the way he was shaking. “I just tell it like it is, Santa.”

So naughty and so sexy.

Maybe I didn’t mind being Santa as much as I’d thought I would.

“Which is why you’ve been added to Santa’s naughty list.” Pulling him over my lap, I gave him a few seconds to safeword before I peeled his tiny velvet shorts down just below his ass. The rest of his body was reasonably well-covered, and as long as he stayed over my lap, even his erection was hidden.

Sighing, I shook my head. “Definitely on the naughty list. A thong? It’s shocking.”

Several helpful members of our audience called out that it was sexy and one even said Santa’s elves kept getting sexier every year, but I ignored him because he’d been the elf last year. The comments had my helpful elf trying to hide his giggles, though.

Someone liked the approval he was getting.

“Shocking Santa with your lewd behavior will not get you on the nice list. Truly shocking, so I think it’s time I made an impression on you.” There’d been plenty of time for the cheeky elf to safeword, so I rubbed my gloved hand over his mostly bared ass and held his torso tight with the other.

His shiver said he liked the feel of the glove, but I knew he’d love the rest just as much. “Let’s see if we can help you be a nicer elf.”

Bringing my hand down on one cheek, I smiled as he gasped and wiggled but I didn’t let his wonderful reactions rush me. I let the pain sink in as I rubbed his pink skin, listening carefully to all his sounds.

Spanking the other side got just as wonderful a response, so I slipped back into the Santa role and let my voice go stern again. “Elves should be sweet… helpful… and cheerful.”

Punctuating each word with a spank, I loved the way his ass was flushed and squirming, but it was the way he was alternating needy sounds and whimpers that made it perfect. “That’s… that’s all? You might be too old to help the real badass Santa.”

Oh, cheeky, cheeky boy.

Giving him what he was begging for, I landed two firm swats on his ass and he reacted beautifully. Still shaking, he sucked in a breath and arched up like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to scramble away or rub his dick on my lap.

“I’m the real badass Santa, naughty boy.”

It seemed like he’d decided against orgasming, so I gave him one more swat on each cheek before his whine shifted just to the good side of it being too much. Rubbing over his bottom, I let him come down from the pain and pleasure. “But naughty boys who learn their lesson can move to the nice list. There’s always room on Santa’s lap for a good boy.”

And the temptation was too much.

My sweet boy scrambled up on my lap, hiding his damp cheeks against my neck. “I did it, Sir. I was… I was naughty and a brat. I was a brat. I did it.”

“You did.” Kissing the side of Stirling’s head, I dropped my voice to a whisper and nuzzled against his ear. “You were so brave, baby.”

It’d taken every ounce of his courage, but he’d been a wonderful brat.

“You were an incredible helper too.” That’d been the part he’d been confident about. He liked talking to the other subs and he loved seeing the Littles get presents or spankings from Santa.

I’d thought the owners had a few screws loose when they’d asked us to be Santa and his helper for the club Christmas party, but it’d worked out better than I could’ve imagined.

“I… I made the Littles happy and they were so funny. They liked getting toys and spankings.” He giggled, and there was no jealousy or worries in Stirling’s voice even though he had an interesting relationship with the Littles at the club. “We made Christmas so special.”

“We did.” Kissing him again, I eased his shorts up carefully before standing up with him in my arms. “And you made them laugh and giggle.”

Making another happy sound, he nodded and snuggled closer as I took him to the aftercare room the owner Conner had set aside for us. “They thought I was funny when I said you creaked.”

Going gray early had made picking out those jokes easy, and it wasn’t something I cared about anymore. At one point they might’ve hit, but that’d been years ago. I was in my thoroughly enjoying being a sexy silver fox phase… mostly because I could stay here for a long time before I actually got old.

“That was funny.” He’d picked out that one on his own and it’d been so surprising I’d almost laughed. “You did a good job.”

Giggling against my neck, Stirling sounded like he was in a bit of a scene high. “Conner helped me. Don’t tell anyone, but Ben groaned the other day when he was getting up off their couch and Conner said it sounded like he creaked.”

Trying not to laugh, I nodded. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

That just made him giggle more, but he’d started to relax as I pushed the door closed with his feet and went to sit down. “I did such a good job, Sir.”

“You did.” Settling us into the oversized chair, I quickly took off my gloves and pulled a sheet over my sweet boy, rocking us back and forth in the glider. “You remembered all the lines we practiced and you looked very confident.”

Not looking like a frightened deer in the headlights had been one of his limits for the scene. He didn’t mind getting spanked in public or being shown off in the tiny shorts Conner had picked for the elf outfit, but he didn’t want to look silly.

Limits were interesting but I was incredibly glad we’d managed to give him the scene he’d wanted and to stay within what he was comfortable with.

“Your expressions made it easier.” Making another happy sound, he wiggled so he was curled into me. “You did a good job of pretending to be frustrated with me.”

“But I wasn’t.” I didn’t think he needed the reminder but I decided it was a good idea anyway. “You saw my fingers tapping, so you knew I was still happy with the scene and with what you were saying.”

Safewords could work all kinds of different ways, and in our case, he’d wanted a visual clue that he wasn’t pushing the limits. Logically, he knew I had a thick skin when it came to teasing, but my boy didn’t, so we’d worked out a few ways he would know I was happy with his performance.

“I remembered to watch for them.” Stirling let out a breath that sounded exhausted. “I forgot to wait to sit up until I’d orgasmed but I was kind of overwhelmed. You said that was okay, though.”

We’d prepped for several different ways the scene could have ended, and I wasn’t surprised he’d reached the point where it was too much feelings. He could’ve taken the spanking all night, but the combination had made it harder.

“I think that was the perfect ending. You did wonderful.” And everyone thought he’d been sexy and adorable. “Conner was very proud of you too. I saw his wicked grin. He was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”

And adjusting himself when Ben couldn’t see him.

I had a feeling he was supposed to keep his hands off his erection and he hadn’t been following that rule very well.

But he’d probably been looking to get caught since he hadn’t been subtle.

My cutie snickered. “He said I looked sexy in my costume.”

“You are the sexiest elf this Santa has ever seen.” My very honest assessment had him giggling again. “Santa’s been thinking about doing wicked things to you all night.”

His ass.

His erection.

His smirking lips.

Oh yes, he’d given me some wicked ideas.

“But you just had to watch me as I smiled at the other Doms.” Shaking with barely suppressed laughter as I sighed, he shrugged and tried to sound normal. “That’s what happens when you have a brat, though.”

“Oh well. I guess I can’t punish you for it.” Because that’d been part of the plan too. “But I can pat your bottom and tell you how sexy you were while you wiggled.”

Just because he hadn’t orgasmed out there didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get to come.

“No punishments.” Stirling sounded almost giddy about that. “I was a good boy.”

“That’s right. You were a good actor and you remembered it was just a scene for fun.” My cutie had a bit of a rocky past and his need to be good and to not rock the boat was almost compulsive.

His therapist agreed he was doing much better and had given us the go-ahead to do the scene, but I’d been prepared for nearly any outcome.

This had been the best possibility, so I was floating on cloud nine.

“I did.” Sounding so proud of himself, he wiggled his bottom in his tell that it needed more attention. So I gave it a pat, earning a happy sigh from the needy boy. “I even told myself that over and over when I got nervous, but I was never nervous enough to use my safeword.”

My slightly dramatic sigh got a giggle from him. “But I always knew I could because they’re very important and I would never not use it.”

Well, we were finally at the point where he’d never not use it, but in the past, I’d questioned that… which had been why he’d started therapy to begin with. That’d been our deal. If he wanted scenes, he had to do therapy.

I’d been content with mostly vanilla dating because I was more of a caretaker Dom at heart, but he hadn’t and he’d been frustrated with the limits I’d placed on us. He’d understood them and had begrudgingly said he agreed, but frustration was the mother of mental health journeys and it’d started him on his.

“I’m glad I have such a smart boy.” A smart boy who was still running from a few things I knew he wanted, but we were getting closer and closer. “And a sexy one. You looked so good over my lap.”

“You like it when my bottom is pink.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he wiggled again. “And I got lots of very nice compliments.”

His wonderfully innocent way of describing the dirty praise made me want to laugh.

“You did.” Shifting the sheet covering him and easing the back of the costume down, I teased along the thin strip of fabric that went down the middle of his cheeks. “And they loved this little surprise.”

Letting out a naughty laugh as I plucked the fabric to lightly snap it back against his hole, he nodded against me. “It’s sexier than being naked somehow.”

I had to agree.

“Pretty cheeks and sexy undies.” Petting over the pink skin that was now on display, I loved the soft, desperate sounds he made. “And I bet you’ve got a hard cock too.”

Just mentioning it got a full-body clench from him as he shivered and almost moaned out his response. “I was very good.”

“You were… and do you remember what my good boy was going to get?” The teasing question had his head jerking against me. “What was it? What did I promise you?”

Stirling made a cute squeak and shivered again, but he was too turned on to be too embarrassed. “Kisses and an orgasm.”

Chuckling, I nodded and gave the center of his ass a pat. “And where was I going to give you kisses so you could have an orgasm?”

Oh, the sounds he made.

But he was still floating on the high of the scene, so the words came more easily than normal. “My bottom.”

“That’s right.” Barely caressing over the thong, I loved the way he clenched around my finger as I skimmed over his hole. “Are you ready for your reward?”

Nodding came easy but words were harder.

Eventually, he worked through the block and forced them out, though. “Yes, Sir. Please give me my reward kisses.”

Sweet and sexy and the love of my life.

“I would love to give you your reward kisses.” And I was going to love hearing the sounds he made when he came too.