Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Next, let's visit the uppity and well to do Elsa Rimbeau. She was just generally a snide sort, but that on its own wasn't enough to deserve the naughty list treatment. She had, however, become the bane of her neighbors. She was fond of trivial lawsuits involving oil spots on her driveway, dead flowers that might have been killed by nearby pesticides and things of that sort. Granted, her neighbors weren't perfect, but she enjoyed the confrontations rather than trying to compromise at all. Her attitude was about to change. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" Elsa was more than a little surprised. She was someone who didn't believe in Santa Claus at all, but here he was, in the flesh, freshly arrived through her chimney. Seeing him, he was undoubtable. She knew, despite her desire to disbelieve, that this was the real thing. "Santa Claus? I... I don't have any milk and cookies." The happy smile he gave was heartwarming. For the moment. "No need for that Elsa. Only good boys and girls give Santa milk and cookies." "What?" "You've been very naughty this year, Elsa, and it's time to learn some manners." Elsa wasn't certain how to handle this. She was a bit angry at the accusation, but this was Santa Claus. She didn't say a word. She just looked at him curiously. Happy Father Christmas told her, "We're going outside for some christmas caroling." "Okay." Elsa decided that singing a few Christmas songs for her neighbors was a small price to pay to get on Santa's good side, so she followed. She had no idea what he had in store for her. There was the loud sound of jingling bells all around once they were outside. That sound had magically penetrated every home nearby, bringing all of Elsa's neighbors out to see. Once they were near, Santa told them, "Elsa's been a naughty girl this year, so to make up for that, she's going to sing and dance for you all." "Uh, Santa? I can't really dance," the lovely blonde terror said. "Not to worry, the Christmas spirit will move you." He meant that quite literally, as Elsa discovered once she gave a sexy little wiggle. Happy music sounded, and a red and white striped pole rose from the ground. Elsa found herself drawn to it, starting in on a nice and lewd little dance. She sang, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to dance and to strip off all the way! Elsa was more than a little nervous at the sound of that. Her neighbors were more than a little interested. She swung around the pole with a skill that wasn't her own as she continued singing. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, play a striptease song! Everyone's about to see me in my sexy little thong! Elsa's voice and movements were those of a confident exotic dancer. Her face betrayed her fear though. She was writhing place as she slipped her skirt down slowly. Everyone was staring, and a few cheers started now that they could see her baby blue underwear. Elsa blushed and stared at her audience as she stepped out of her skirt and turned to give a few sexy ass poses. That cute, thong bare bum made Elsa the delight of the neighborhood for the first time. Dancing in the snow, Getting naked bit by bit Letting my bare ass show, And next you'll see my tits! Elsa cringed at that last line, but only for a moment as she continued swinging around the pole, wrapping her legs around it all sexy, while she doffed her shirt. She was there in nothing but bra and panties for her neighbors while the cheering and applause got louder. Everyone could see how nervous she was, and they loved it. She turned her back to them, legs apart, for a great ass pose. Then she unclasped her bra and wriggled out of it. Her little moan was soft as it came off, and she started dancing again. Her sexy tits weren't big, but weren't quite small. They stood out and up proudly, and the cold had her nipples pointing firmly toward her audience. Boobs and butt cheeks bare Its just the price I pay For being so naughty all the year and my pussy's on the way! Santa let her voice her fears now. "No! Santa! Please! Not that! I swear, I'll be good next year! Just please don't let them see my, my my!" She turned and wiggled her shapely hips and ass seductively. Her panties didn't drop though. Her neighbors saw that the show was still going on. She shook her shoulders and her tits jiggled back and forth with that. Her panties stayed on though. So they started the customary chant, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" There were laughs and claps and whistles. Everyone was all smiles, except of course, for Elsa! Elsa continued her sexy dance, whining and blushing while her hands moved against her will to tug on her panties teasingly. Several times she almost slipped them down, then didn't. All the while her perky titties and sexy ass were moving to the sound of Christmas music coming from nowhere. Much to her chagrin, she started singing again. Jiggle boobs, Jiggle boobs, shake my little buns! Next I'll bare my little muff to the chilly winter air! Oh, Is it brown, is it black, or is it really blonde? You won't ever get to know, there's no hair at all down there! The rhyming was getting pretty weak, but no one was too critical, especially since, with one hand, she snapped her little thong off like it was made to tear away! Her back was to them at that point, but there was no doubt that everyone was going to get to see everything. Elsa whimpered loudly and held one hand over her beaver as she turned back around. That one hand was all she had control over. The dance continued. She turned away again, then turned back. Finally, against her own will, she put both hands high and let everyone get a look at her bald pussy. She wasn't even dancing any more. She just held still while all of her neighbors stared and smiled and commented. She pleaded, "Santa! Let me go back inside now! Please! Make them stop looking at me! I'm naked!" At long last, control over her own limbs returned to her. She threw her arms over her body, one hand over her darling little pussy, one arm across her breasts, clumsily missing both nipples. She was about to run, but Santa wasn't having that. His Christmas bag opened, and at his direction a mass of Christmas ribbons flew out toward poor, naked Elsa. They wrapped around her wrists, and she shrieked as her arms were pulled from her body, exposing her again. The ribbons continued pulling though, drawing her to that red and white pole, where she was tied in place, arms up. "No! NO! Don't do this to me!" "Don't worry Elsa! The ribbons will let go in an hour or two, and the cold won't hurt you either. Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas, everyone!" With that, he left her to the mercy of her neighbors. "Stop staring! Please! Someone untie me!" Her protests weren't ignored. They were enjoyed! She was their entertainment for the evening. As Santa promised, the cold did her no harm, but it certainly felt uncomfortable! It wasn't near as bad as the constant stares though. She squirmed and moaned and pled as quite a number of photos and videos were taken. After that, she just wouldn't have the heart to be the neighborhood pest again.