Content Warning: Thirteen Spankings of Christmas is a juicy clip of “seasonal lesbian porn.” It has a D/s dynamic tone and features Christmas birches and branches from an old Christmas tree. Oh, Tannenbaum? More like “oh, butt tan,” am I right? Maybe I’ve had too much, or maybe not enough. Anyway, enjoy!

As I walked down the stairs, I heard her voice, light and clear, coming from the living room, superimposed on Essa Kit’s.

“Baby? I’m eating my advent calendar chocolate!” she shouted over her shoulder.

She took the little wooden drawer out of the ornately carved calendar, turned around, and was surprised to see me, the red foil surrounding the chocolate already opened by her greedy fingers, her lips parted. For a moment she looked like a guilty child, and then she smiled.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her, the bouncy sweetness she exuded demanded it.

“You’re an adult and you know you don’t have to tell anyone when you’re enjoying a treat, especially your Advent calendar.”

She pouted shyly and put the bell-shaped chocolate into her mouth. She’s playful, and the candy-colored Christmas explosions in the living room accentuate her seasonal sweetness. She chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed.

“It tastes better if I tell you. Childhood habit I guess.”

She shrugged, turned away, sat on the sofa, huddled in the corner and drank wine. As she filled my glass and sang along to the music, I noticed that a small drawer with future dates marked on her Advent calendar was slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, I opened it and found it empty. I tested another one with the same results. I smiled to myself and decided to have a little fun with her.

“baby?”

She noticed that I noticed her fraudulent chocolate show, so I got right to the point. I turned to join her on the couch, the tree glowing warmly, casting an amber glow into the room. She handed me the glass and we clinked our glasses, smiling and drinking, locking eyes.

“So, tell me more about what you mean by ‘childhood habits’.”

“Um?”

“Use your Advent calendar. When you told me you had eaten chocolate, you said chocolate tasted better. You said it was a habit you had as a child.”

“When we were kids we always had to check with our mum before eating Advent chocolate. I guess she didn’t want us to eat it before bed or first thing in the morning.”

“Or eat it all at once?”

She smiled and bit her lip. She knew she was caught, but she was a womanizer, and women never say dead. Her fingertips slid up mine, caressing my knuckles and the back of my hand. She touched my arm gently, suggestively.

“Oh, no. I never deviate from the rule of eating one chocolate a day. That would be too naughty of me…”

I took the bait and looking at her fingertips gave me goosebumps. She was trying to seduce me, and she was almost succeeding.

“Santa Claus is watching, so…”

“so…”

Our faces were so close now, she was biting her lip with her perfect teeth, and her hands were caressing my whole arm, near my breasts. Our kiss seemed imminent, but I wanted her to go for it, so I moved around her mouth, letting my lips wetly brush against the spot under her ear that made her purr, and I whispered softly,

“You’re on the naughty list. Do you want to be on the ‘nice list’?”

She whimpered, which definitely tested my resolve, but I waited, my warm breath on her neck and her stammering nod. I slowly kissed her cheek and she giggled.

“Go get your Advent calendar, you naughty girl.”

“Really?”

I smiled, trying to maintain even a modicum of authority in such a silly environment. To my surprise, I asked her to leave her seat with a raised eyebrow, and she returned to the couch with the decorative wooden box filled with small drawers and placed it on the coffee table. She looked at me expectantly, her eyelashes and dimples wide open.

“Please open all the drawers and count how many chocolates are left.”

She grinned, reveling in the drama of being “called out,” extracting every morsel of food from her shiny red or green jacket and lining them up. There are exactly 7 chocolate bars in a row. She let out an exaggerated “Ouch,” then cringed and laughed.

“Seriously?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not even the second week of December and you only have 7 chocolates left? If this continues, you won’t even be able to survive the weekend!”

She was howling with laughter now, and so was I. She tried in vain to argue her side, but she was laughing so hard that most of it was just her gasping as she wiped her eyes. When the laughter subsided, she said in an extremely serious tone:

“Okay, but, what about my punishment?”

“Oh, I just…”

“You said I was on the naughty list. So? Whose cock do I have to suck to get on the ‘nice list’?”

“Oh, it won’t be that easy. If it were, you would be a five-star winner on the Good List. Unfortunately for you, the punishment for the Christmas crime of eating Advent chocolate at an untimely time is… “

Her eyes were comically big, and her mouth turned into a perfect O shape, full of anticipation. She enjoys this game.

“Every time you sneak a piece of chocolate, you get a spanking. There are 25 drawers and today is the 5th. That means you are supposed to put 20 chocolates in a row, but you only have 7. That means spanking that sweet bum Han 13 ass.”

She squirmed happily and grinned as she crawled toward me and into my lap. She kissed me boldly and whispered, “All I want for Christmas is… to be a good girl for you.”

“Then I suggest you follow my instructions strictly.”

“I can!”

I sat back on the sofa, drinking wine, and stood up, ready to follow her instructions. She’s full of dazzling energy and I love how eager she is.

“I want you to bring me a branch from a tree to spank you with. Then I want you to take off your pants and get on my knees.”

I took a slow sip as I watched her process my request. She’s confused and excited and so adorable.

“Branches? From a tree? Like, you want me to break it?”

“Correct.” He took another sip of wine. I felt calm and cool, I could feel my pussy throbbing with excitement and my nipples hardening under my sweater. She tiptoed toward the tree cautiously, fearing that the tree would jump up and bite her.

“Really? Branches?” Her doubts were comical as she moved the ornament aside and found the right branch. She glanced back at me, and when I nodded encouragingly, she neatly snapped it off the trunk and freed it from the other branches. She persisted and prevailed. I grinned as she handed it to me and pretended to hook my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants before taking them off and laying them on my lap. The branch was rough in my hands, and she shivered and meandered as I gently dragged the needle up and down the back of her leg, watching as she shuddered and whimpered. I slowly caressed her back and ass, tickling the length of her inner thighs. I asked her to tell me why she was spanked, and she giggled and exaggerated. She would spank me in a playful way before the actual spanking started, and then she would grind against me. I was just as wet as she was.

“Are you ready, you naughty little elf?”

She laughed, lifting her butt and squirming. I smiled to myself, giving her a tentative pat with the branch, and I felt her soften immediately, melting into my legs and onto the couch below us. Her spine suddenly became more flexible, cat-like, and a ripple of pleasure rippled through her body.

“Excuse me…can I have all 13 at once?”

“Now that you’ve looked through your Advent calendar, I really should have made you wait, but, maybe the punishment should fit the crime. Hard and fast?”

“Mmm,” she purred, “yes, please! I want to feel the needle.”

The first few spanks made her moan, and I stopped to knead her cheeks and check. Her passionate begging rejected me. The next handful turned her ass from cream and pale to a shiny pink. Her moans were getting louder and I knew she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm, which was good for me because now we both basically forgot that this was a punishment and we were just torturing each other. By the time I had finished my thirteen “fun” spanks, she was trembling and panting, and I dropped the branch instead of running my hands over her hot red flesh and combing her hair. Her ass was scratched with pine needles and she was rocking on my lap, extremely aroused. She begged breathlessly as I slowly pushed her thighs apart, her pussy glistening, and she screamed as I gave her what she wanted and entered her in one fluid motion. My other hand gripped the back of her hair tightly, knowing she liked it, and she rolled over the proverbial edge, loud, hard, squirming, wet and wanton. I stroked her hair and back as we both came back to the ground and started breathing normally again. She rocked on the couch until her head rested in my lap, then she turned her face and sighed contentedly. I touch her face and she is an angel with glass eyes. She kissed my hand and closed her eyes. I could cry at the honor of worshiping and touching such a beautiful woman who gave herself so freely.

“Are you going to write this?” She smiled, eyes closed, leaning on my lap, tired and cute.

“Fuck yeah, I am. This is the festive finger fucking my readers deserve.”

“Thirteen spankings for Christmas.”

“Oh, that’s good. The night is not so peaceful!”

“baby?”

“Yes, my angel?” Her eyes were still closed and her voice was sleepy.

“Can you help me open a bar of chocolate?”