Chloe's Christmas Lesson

by Carole Archer

  “Be Daddy’s good girl,” he encouraged her. “Push hard for Daddy,” he said, “pretend you’re trying to go potty.”

  Chloe blushed and closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, clenched her fists and pushed, grunting as she imagined she was trying to use the potty. She gasped as the large plug found its way into her bottom, stretching her wide. She was unsure if she would be able to sleep with something so large filling her bottom, and she wondered how they would ever get it out again, but she trusted her Daddy and she smiled as he helped her to her feet, lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed.

  “Time to go to sleep, little one,” he whispered, as he climbed into bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

  Smiling, Chloe closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chloe woke with a start and was surprised to find it was still dark outside. She checked the clock and was even more surprised to discover it was only 3 am as she felt wide awake. She winced as the soap stung her tummy and she realised that was what had woken her up.

  “Daddy,” she whispered, shaking him gently and kissing his cheek. His eyes immediately opened and he kissed her before rolling over and turning the bedside lamp on.

  “Are you OK?” he asked, kissing her lips softly.

  “Daddy, I need to go potty,” she said, lowering her eyes and sticking her thumb into her mouth.

  “Do you need Daddy to come with you?” he asked, smiling brightly.

  Chloe shook her head. “No Daddy, but I need you to take the plug out please,” she whispered, suddenly tense as she recalled how difficult it was to get it in.

  She relaxed as her Daddy smiled and rolled her onto her tummy, grasping the base of the plug. “Take a deep breath,” he told her, and Chloe immediately obeyed, trusting him to take care of her. “And relax,” he said, easing the plug out slowly as Chloe released her breath. She whimpered as it hurt slightly when the widest part passed through her stretched anus, and she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him as her stinging anus returned to its normal size. As the soap continued to irritate her tummy, she rolled away from Matthew and climbed out of bed, picking up her new underwear and taking it to the bathroom with her.

  She quickly expelled what was left of the soap stick, but she was left with a burning inside her tummy.

  “Daddy,” she shouted, throwing her underwear into the bath and dropping a towel on top of it to conceal it from him.

  Matthew appeared in the doorway immediately. “Is everything OK?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

  Chloe shook her head. “My tummy hurts,” she told him.

  Matthew smiled and went into the cabinet, taking out a small bulb syringe and a jar of lubricant. He quickly filled the syringe with warm water. Pulling her up from the toilet, he bent her forward, slipped a greased finger into her bottomhole, removed his finger and inserted the syringe. She gasped as he squeezed the bulb and water flowed into her bottom. She remained bent forward, her hands on her knees, until he had inserted several bulbs of water into her now full tummy.

  “Daddy, that’s enough,” she told him, squealing as he landed a smack on her bottom before inserting the syringe once more.

  “Daddy says when you’ve had enough,” he told her playfully, smacking her bottom once more.

  “Yes Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy,” she squealed, as he landed a couple more smacks on her bottom before turning her round and sitting her on the toilet. A few minutes later she had expelled the water and she smiled brightly at him.

  “I’m all better now. Thank you Daddy,” she smiled, as he helped her up, bent her over the sink and wiped her bottom clean.

  As he took her hand, she kissed him on the cheek. “Go back to bed, I’ll be with you in a minute,” she told him, smiling as he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly.

  “Don’t be too long,” he told her, patting her bottom gently before leaving the bathroom.

  Chloe reached into the bathtub and retrieved her new underwear, quickly dressing in the skimpy garments before rushing back into their bedroom.

  She grinned as she saw Matthew lying on his back on their bed, wearing just a Santa hat – and a very impressive hard on too, she quickly noticed. She smiled as he raised his eyebrows and wolf whistled at her.

  Chloe climbed on top of him and kissed him, running her hands over his body. She gasped as he pulled her close and kissed her roughly, rolling her onto her back and kneading her breasts as his hard cock pressed against her.

  Yanking her panties down roughly, Chloe squealed as he thrust his hard cock into her and started to fuck her hard. Spreading her legs wide, she grasped his hair and tugged it, throwing her head back as she cried out.

  “Oh fuck me hard,” she yelled, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. “Take me from behind,” she begged, squealing with shock when he pulled out of her, flipped her onto her tummy, pulled her up and with both arms wrapped around her, thrust back into her once more.

  Chloe yelped as Matthew’s hand smacked down hard on her bottom as he thrust into her. She threw her head back and groaned in pleasure, arching her back and pushing her bottom towards him as he pulled back and smacked her bottom sharply before once more thrusting his hard cock deep into her pussy.

  Suddenly he pulled out of her and put his hand between her legs, rubbing his fingers up and down her wet slit, pressing against her hard clit.

  “Oh my God, don’t stop,” she begged him, as he thrust a finger into her pussy, pulled it out and thrust it into her bottom. As he removed his finger from her bottomhole and pulled her butt cheeks apart, she held her breath, tensing slightly as his hard cock pressed against her anus.

  “Relax,” he told her, as the head of his cock slipped into her tight anus. Chloe held her breath as he slowly eased his way into her, gently thrusting and slowly inching his way into her virgin bottomhole.

  “Oh Matthew,” she shrieked, as he rocked his hips, his cock moving in and out of her bottom, stretching her as he gradually eased himself further in. As his arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled out of her, Chloe gasped as with one hard thrust he filled her bottomhole completely with his large cock. As she tried to catch her breath, she was aware of his wiry pubic hair scratching her bottom and she squirmed against him.

  Chloe breathed deeply, her tightly stretched anus twitching around his cock, and she cried out as he reached under her with one hand and rubbed her swollen clit firmly. She bucked her hips against his hand, careful not to let his cock slip out of her bottom. As he thrust hard into her once more, Chloe threw back her head and whimpered. Seconds later her body trembled as an orgasm flooded through her.

  Matthew remained still, his cock buried inside her bottom as he rubbed her clit furiously. As her orgasm subsided, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her hips towards him and fucked her ass hard and fast. Chloe’s eyes were wide as her bum hole was stretched and her husband continued to bang away at her like a wild animal in heat.

  Chloe gasped with pleasure, pushing her bottom towards him and whimpering as he yanked the cups of her bra down, gripped her nipples and squeezed them tight. “Oh Matthew,” she yelled, pushing backwards and impaling her bottom on his huge cock, which had started to withdraw from her. “Fuck me hard!” she yelled, squealing as he smacked her bottom hard.

  “Such a dirty, naughty girl,” he scolded, as he spanked her once more, thrusting into her and grunting as his movements quickened and he gripped her firmly. “So dirty and so very naughty,” he yelled, as he thrust into her hard. Chloe groaned, pushing back against him and crying out in pleasure as his cock pulsed inside her bottom and filled her with his seed.

  As Chloe tried to catch her breath, blushing as she realised with shame that her panties were around her knees and her bra cups were pulled under her breasts, she gasped as Matthew flipped her over onto her back and hooked her legs over his shoulders, lapping at her pussy with his tongue, his fingers delving into her and bringing her to the b
rink of another orgasm.

  As three fingers stretched her pussy and his tongue flicked at her clit, Chloe moaned in pleasure, squirming around and crying out, but when Matthew slipped a finger into her bottomhole, she thrashed around on the bed frantically, an orgasm ripping through her body as she breathlessly begged him to stop. Matthew had never made love to her so frantically and she was exhausted and aching, but so aroused and happy.

  As he finally released her legs, lowered them to the bed and wrapped his arms around her, she shuddered with pleasure.

  Moments later Matthew climbed out of bed and put his dressing gown on, handing Chloe’s new satin robe to her. “Come on, let’s go and open that bottle of champagne your Dad got for us,” he suggested, and Chloe eagerly jumped out of bed and followed him.

  Chloe smiled as Matthew lit the open log fire, put on some soft music and sat her on his lap. They sat in silence, drinking their champagne. Chloe had never been happier and after draining her glass, she went to the kitchen to fetch the rest of the bottle.

  When she returned, Matthew was holding an envelope and looking puzzled. “Chloe, this was left inside that box you gave me, but it has your name on,” he said, handing it to her. “I’m sure it wasn’t there earlier,” he added, looking more confused.

  Chloe took it from him and stared at it suspiciously, before tearing it open. She had had more than enough surprises for one day and wasn’t sure she could take any more. Her eyes widened as she pulled out a photograph of a bundle of birch rods, tied together with red ribbon.

  “Matthew, where did you get this from?” she squealed.

  Matthew shrugged. “I told you, it was in the box.”

  Chloe frowned and shook her head in surprise. Matthew took it from her and looked at it, turned it over and grinned as he handed it back to Chloe. On the back was written the message, “Keep being good – or else! Love Santa”

  “I told you he was here,” Chloe pouted, “but you wouldn’t believe me.”

  Matthew looked doubtfully at her, before grinning. “It’s OK, you don’t need to be embarrassed about telling me what you need,” he smiled. “What we’ve done tonight was great fun and I hope you want to do it all again. I know I do,” he said with an evil grin.

  Chloe nodded eagerly as she cuddled up to her husband and they finished the champagne. When Matthew suggested they go back to bed, Chloe jumped to her feet.

  “Just five more minutes,” she asked, rushing into his office and returning with a piece of paper and a pen. She sat down and scribbled a message, before folding the paper in half and grinning as she tossed it into the fire.

  Matthew frowned. “What on earth are you doing?” he asked, amused.

  “I’ve written a letter to Santa and posted it to him,” she said, scowling when Matthew laughed at her. “Everyone knows that’s the only way to send a letter to him,” she pointed out, reminding Matthew that Santa entered houses through the fireplace. “And how else do you think he managed to get in and out on Christmas Eve without you seeing him,” she told him, as she stood in front of him, hands on her hips.

  Matthew laughed again as she told him that she’d just thanked Santa and asked him to bring a birch next year.

  Taking her hand, he smiled and said “If I get such fantastic sex afterwards, Santa can spank you with anything he wants”. Grinning, he added, “Do you think Santa might let me watch next year?”

  Chloe kissed him and winked. “You never know,” she grinned. “Maybe if you’re a good boy he might.”

  Turning her away from him and landing a sharp smack on her bottom, Matthew chased a giggling Chloe up the stairs to their room. When he caught up with her, he landed a firm smack on her bottom before throwing her onto the bed and kicking the bedroom door shut behind him.

  * * * * *

  Thousands of miles away at the North Pole, Santa was relaxing when a letter flew out of the fireplace and landed in his lap. He smiled, thinking it would be one of the few children who bothered to write to thank him. He shook his head as he thought how selfish children were these days.

  Looking up at Mrs Claus, he waved the letter in his hand. “I get so few of these now,” he told her with sadness. “The children certainly aren’t shy in writing to say what they want, but when it comes to saying thank you, few of them bother.”

  His wife nodded in agreement, smiling as he unfolded the single sheet of paper.

  He smiled as he read the note. “Dear Santa. Thank you for everything. I’ve had the best Christmas ever. Mum (that name suits her so much better than Mary!) and Dad will be getting married soon and I’m going to be their maid of honour. Matthew and I are so happy now too. My bottom is very sore, but I’m definitely happier. Thank you so much, Santa.”

  Santa smiled as he read the signature, “Love, Chloe xxx”, and his smile grew as he read the footnote. “PS. If I’m a good girl all year, please will you bring a birch with you next Christmas?”

  Santa threw his head back and laughed out loud, as his wife looked at him and smiled. “I had quite a few naughty big girls to visit this year,” he explained, “and one of them has just thanked me. She was so spoiled but it seems a good paddling was all she needed to help her to see the error of her ways. It seems she has quite a penchant for being spanked now as she’s taken me up on my threat to birch her next year.”

  Mrs Claus nodded in understanding and looked at the calendar. “It’s Boxing Day now, dear,” she told him, “so only 363 days until you visit her once more. Maybe you need to get some practice in so you don’t disappoint the young lady,” she added helpfully, grinning as she presented her husband with a freshly picked bundle of birch twigs, held together with a bright red ribbon.

  “Happy Christmas,” she said, handing him the birch and taking his hand to lead him to their bedroom. Smiling, Santa followed her. “A very good idea, my dear,” he said. “Why should the young ones have all the fun,” he added, closing the bedroom door behind him.

  The End

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

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