Santa’s Grotto

Sophie sighed. I’m bloody exhausted, weeks planning for Christmas, no social life. Now a disciplinary hearing.

She studied the young man, dressed as Santa Claus, who sat opposite her. He seemed perfectly calm and confident. What a gorgeous guy.

She cleared her throat. “It’s alledged that there was an incident in your grotto. It’s my duty as mall manager to investigate.”

Santa nodded.

Very self-assured. “Did you have sex with a young woman dressed as an elf?”


“But she went in and you closed the grotto for fifteen minutes.”

“My break.”

“A witness said it sounded like you were having sex. The woman left, looking flushed and dishevelled.”

“And very happy.”

Sophie checked her notes. “Um, yes, she did.” She looked up. “What transpired?”

“She’s a friend who came to tease me. She told me she’d been a naughty girl.”


He paused. “I spanked her.”

Sophie stared at him for a several seconds, then swallowed. “What?”

“Entirely consensual. We’re friends-with-benefits. She loves being spanked and gets noisy when she’s excited.”

I should dismiss him but fuck the rules. She got up, locked the door and sat on his knee. “Santa,” she whispered. “I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

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