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 Before traveling back to Christmas Eve, Santa made another stop for another
naughty woman.  Patricia was a postal carrier and a rather disgruntled one
at that.  She should have been a model and would have been if only that
hadn't turned out to be actual work.  Having washed out of that career, she
got jobs where she could, and ended up a postwoman.  To say that her
attitude was lacking was putting it mildly.  She was inefficient and rude.
Letters and packages were ill treated when they reached her hands and quite
often she didn't care enough to make certain they reached their intended
destinations.  On a night when Christmas presents were to be delivered,
this lack of professionalism was unforgivable and Saint Nick was going to
make certain that she paid the price for it.

   He arrived just as a certain angry home owner saw the disgraceful
postwoman cram a package into his mailbox.  "Hey!  Damn it!  Watch it
Patricia!  What in the world?  Santa Claus!"

   Patricia turned in place and saw the magical sleigh hovering in the air
in the middle of the street.  "S-Santa Claus?"

   "HO HO HO!  Merry Christmas, Stan.  Don't worry about that little gift
there." Santa pulled it from the post office box and it looked good as new.

   "Thank you, Santa!"

   "And one other thing for you I think."

   "What's that?"

   "Patricia's shirt.  Or perhaps her pants.  I'll let you decide."

   "What?," Patricia was more than a little stunned.  She wouldn't be able
to ask any more questions though as Santa, quick as the wind, put a label
over her mouth that read `Don't Open Til Xmas'.  "MmMPh!" Just as quick,
two little elves at Santa's side helped out by placing christmas ribbon
around her wrists behind her back.  "MM!  Wh R Y Dn?!"

   Santa, as jovial as always, explained, "You've been a naughty, naughty
girl Patricia.  You've disrespected the mail of everyone on your route,
damaging the fragile, losing important thigns and even keeping certain
things for yourself.  I'm afraid you're on my naughty list and this year
that's no place for a pretty woman like yourself to be."

   Stan was all a wonder.  "Can I really take her pants?"

   "You'd rather have them than the shirt?"

   "Well, now that I think about it, I've seen her legs when she wears
shorts.  You're right.  If you're really serious Santa, I'll take the
shirt. How do I get it off around the ribbon though?"

   "HHMM!  NNN!"

   Santa told him graciously, "Just let the elves help." Almost faster than
the eye could follow the two elves happily had Patricia's the light blue
postal uniform shirt off of her without any rips or even a single button
missing.  They handed it over to the grateful Stan who was busy ogling the
white bra and all the exposed skin around it.

   Patricia was put into the sleigh next to Santa and she found that she
was quite unable to move from that spot, though her angry, muffled shouts
were quite audible.  "Stp!  Lm M Go!"

   "Oh no need to worry, Patricia.  I'll just take over your route tonight
for you.  I'll even take you along so that you can see it done properly. 
On the way, I'm afraid you're going to be giving more gifts to the people
tonight."

   "Hm!?"

   The sleigh continued on headed not to the next house but to another one
on the way.  Another delighted homeowner was out on his lawn.  Santa
delivered his mail, a few presents and let him have a good look at the
fuming mail carrier.

   After a few more stops like that, It became evident why they were going
out of order.  The more deserving of the people on her route would get the
`presents' she had to offer.  "Ho Ho Ho!  Irving, I've taken over your
postal deliveries for the day."

   The old man adjusted his glasses and became wide eyed, "Youre the real
thing aren't you?  You're Santa Claus!" He walked over happily and Santa
gave the man the mail that Patricia was meant to deliver.

   "Along with that, your regular postal carrier would like you to have
something extra."

   "Something extra?"

   Patricia struggled in her seat and tried to shout curses though they
came out as entertainingly muffled mumbles.  Santa held her up and said,
"She's already given away her top.  Since you've been kind enough to leave
a bonus for her despite her poor performance this year, you should take her
pants."

   Irving was more than a little surprised at the suggestion, but despite
his advanced age, he was always delighted at the sight of Patricia.  Today
it was even better given her state of dishabille.  She squirmed in Santa's
grip but couldn't avoid the magic of the two elves that rushed under her
and tugged her pants off magically, without even having to relieve her of
her shoes.  There she was, remarkably fit, wearing nothing but rather
revealing bra and panties.  With a wide, somewhat toothless grin, Mr. 
Kletz accepted the pants without taking his bespectacled stare from that
wonderful body.  "Thank you, Patricia!"

   "HM!  G T HL!"

   "And thank you too, Santa!"

   "Have a Merry Christmas Irving!" The magical sleigh sped off.  At every
stop someone was outside to see Patricia in her underwear.  It was the
Christmas magic, bringing them, on one pretense or another, without knowing
it, to where they needed to be to get their mail and a gift and an eyeful
of the arrogant postwoman.

   It only got worse.  A very fortunate postal patron was so high up on the
good boy list that he was to get the next Patricia gift.  "Ho Ho Ho! 
Here's your mail, Delmer."

   "Yeah, thanks." He was too amazed at the magical sight to be properly
appreciative.  Still, he spotted Patricia and had to ask, "Is that my mail
lady you've got there?"

   "HM!  Hlp!"

   "It sure is!  And you've been such a good boy this year Delmer that you
can have something of hers.  She's been gracious enough to give two other
people on her route special gifts this year to make amends for all the lost
and damaged mail."

   Delmer adjusted his enormous bifocals and started to grin at the lovely
body.  "What sort of gift?"

   "For you Delmer, she'll give up her brassiere."

   "WHT!  N!  Dn Lt M D Tht!" She tried to squirm too much to be stripped
of another article, and such a vital one but it was no use.  Santa's elves
flew from his bag and she was held in place, right outside the sleigh.

   Delmer was smiling but uncertain.  "Are, are you sure about this?"

   "She's been naughty enough this year to deserve a little punishment and
this is it."

   "Well, she has been." Now he was all smiles as he remembered the broken
ship in a bottle kit he'd gotten.  Again and again.  This would almost make
it worthwhile.  The elves turned her and Delmer's wide eyes scanned up and
down that body, taking in the sight of her pantied ass.  He reached forward
and with trembling fingers undid the clasp of her bra.  Right away she was
turned back around by the giggling elves.

   Bra loose, she pleaded with her eyes and her muffled voice, "N, n, n,
Pl, Dn." Delmer took her bra straps in his fingers and slowly, gently
lowered them.  "N!  I SD DN!" But he kept on lowering it.  In moments,
despite her angry, tearful protests, her breasts were bared.  Delmer was
amazed, "Beautiful!"

   The elves commented as well in their happy voices, "Look at her
nipples!" "So round, so perfect!" "Look at her jiggle!  Oh don't hold
still, lady!" With a quick motion, the elves slipped the bra off of her,
again, right around the binding on her wrists.  The elves then deposited
her back in her seat where she fumed, unable to cover.

   Every eye was on her as they spoke.  "Thank you, Santa!  And thank you
too, Patricia!  Those boobies are the best!"

   Santa assured him, "I'll have to make the sleigh ride bit bumpy from now
on!" He was true to his word.  Patricia felt the sleigh move as though it
were traveling over a bumpy road even though it hovered in mid air.  More
than once she caught Santa's appreciative eye taking in the bouncing of her
bare breasts.  After several more stops, every one of which involved
Patricia being ogled by one of her customers, another especially good boy
got a treat.

   "Kevin!" Santa said to get the attention of a lanky insurance salesman.
It took a special kind of person to have Santa's sleigh pull up in front of
his house and not notice.  Kevin Ferguson was that kind though, absorbed in
whatever was immediately in front of him, in this case, a string of burned
out christmas lights.

   "Santa Claus?  My word!"

   "You've been a very good boy this year, Kevin." And he had been.  That
may sound strange considering his occupation, but he was scrupulously fair
with his customers and was never any pushier than he absolutely had to be.
Santa pointed to the string of lights and they lit up beautifully.

   "Oh!  Thank you!  I really didn't want to fix that."

   "That's the least of it, Kevin.  I'm delivering your mail today for your
usual postal carrier." He handed over a stack of envelopes, then with ease,
lifted Patricia from her seat and stood her next to the sleigh so that
Kevin could get a good look at the topless beauty.  Patricia's eyes widened
for the umpteenth time.  She just couldn't get used to having her body on
display like this and for someone like Kevin Ferguson!  Someone she
wouldn't ordinarily have looked twice at.

   The goofy gentleman smiled widely as he took a drink of his hot
chocolate.  "You look better than I've ever seen you, Patricia!"

   "You've got a moustache," Santa advised with a smile.  Kevin wiped the
liquid from his mouth and kept staring.  Santa went on, "As you know,
Patricia has been a very bad girl.  This is her Christmas punishment.  You
on the other hand get two special presents.  One from me," he handed it
over.  Without ever taking his eyes off the nearly naked blonde, he got a
hold of it.  "And you get one from Patricia."

   "MM!  N!  MfF!" She was struck with panic at the thought of what would
happen next.

   Santa waved like a game show host to the bound beauty.  "You can have
her panties."

   "Seriously?"

   Patricia's screams against the label that gagged her finally forced it
just slightly free.  It was peeled at one corner so that she could finally
talk around it even if it took effort.  "No!  No please!  I'll do my job
better, Santa!  I promise!  I'll never break anything or steal anything
again!" "Steal?" Kevin asked.  "Did you steal my model kit last month?"

   "I thought it was a blue ray player or something." To Santa she begged,
"Please, please, please don't let this guy take my panties off!"

   Santa, in response, simply pressed the `Do Not Open til Xmas" label back
over her mouth.  Another wave of his hand suggested that Kevin should
continue.  Patricia's muffled sounds were pathetic as his narrow hands
grabbed her panty band.  Slowly, to drag out the suspense of her
embarrassment, he slid them down.  Patricia fell silent and stared down
with moist, angry eyes.  Then little by little her hidden treasure became
Kevin's eye candy.  "Nice bush Patricia!  A real blonde huh?"

   "MM!  DmT!  L Me ALn!"

   "And it's trimmed so nice.  You can still tell how curly it is though."
Once all of her golden beaver was bared, Kevin slid them down quickly. 
Down past her luscious thighs and delectable calves but it would have been
slightly difficult getting them around her big shoes.  A happy elf was
there, just waiting to be of assistance.  Once those panties couldn't get
any further, the little fellow snapped them off like a magic trick. 
Patricia glared at the little elf that stared back at her lecherously.  She
glanced up at Kevin whose expression matched the little elf.  She hung her
head in defeat as she realized that this view of her naked body would be
burned onto his memory forever.  His, and any one else's that saw her
tonight.  She might have to request a change of route after this.

   Deposited back in the sleigh, she followed the rest of her postal route,
visiting every house on it stark naked.  At every stop there was somone to
ogle her and to facilitate that, Santa set her alongside the sleigh giving
a good long look and a handful of mail to whoever was there.

   Patricia felt relieved when she realized that they were approaching the
last house.  Despite going to them out order, she had kept count, even in
her embarrassing predicament and it would soon be over.  She didn't get to
see that last house coming though.  In spite of renewed struggles, a trio
of happy elves pulled her into the magical christmas gift bag.

   The final stop on this impromptu mail route was a middle aged, seemingly
reserved bachelor by the name of Ray Sanders.  Seeing Santa emerge from the
fireplace was a bit of a shock, but a welcome one.  "Santa Claus?  This is
a surprise."

   "Well, Ray, you've been a very good boy this year.  Your letter carrier,
Patricia has been very naughty however." From inside the bag, Patricia
could hear the conversation and she was hoping that she would stay
concealed but at the same time she was just aching to get it over with.

   "My letter carrier?"

   "She did manage to destroy that package from your Aunt Hilda didn't
she?"

   "She did." It was evident from the tone of his voice that he was still
more than a little bothered by it.  "It had my uncle's old pipe in it,
handed down to him from his father and his father before him.  A family
heirloom destroyed."

   For Santa Claus, this was no problem.  "That pipe, completely restored
by my elves is one of your presents this year." Handing it over, Santa
could see that Ray was struck speechless.  "And the other is a special
Christmas ornament.  Seeing as how she did you such a disservice, Patricia
has `volunteered' to make it right by being part of your home's decorations
this Christmas."

   In the darkness of the magical bag, Patricia panicked.  Then the bag
opened and she could feel Santa pulling her out.  Ray's eyes widened with
even greater wonder than before at what he saw.  A Postman's hat on
Patricia's lovely, curly blonde head, her bare shoulders wriggling in
contempt of her situation, her beautiful tits, pointy nipples moving with
the slight jiggle that her futile struggle caused, a toned sexy stomach,
then delight of delights, a naturally blonde, curly bush, finally her
familiar, nubile thighs were followed by those remarkable calves.  Except
for the clunky footwear below that, the hat on top and the label on her
mouth, she was completely naked.  "HMM!  MM!"

   Two elves quickly cleared an area at one wall and Santa Claus carried
the pretty postal worker over.  A little more fast magic had big red
ribbons securing her to that wall.  "She'll stay here until Christmas is
over," Santa said.  "Then you'll have to untie her.  You won't have to
worry about feeding her or any other necessity, my magic has taken care of
that."

   "She's the best christmas ornament my home has ever seen.  I'll have to
have all my friends over.  And my nephews.  Oh and some guys from work."

   "N!  Dn LE M L THS!  HHMMM!"

   "But this hat will never do," Santa said, taking it off of her.  In it's
place, he put a replica of his own red and white Christmas hat.  "Merry
Christmas Ray!"
   "Merry Christmas Santa Claus!"