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 These are snippets from the short story, Gift of the Krampus.  The whole 23
page story is available for free as a pdf file at my ASSTR website as a pdf
file-
/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.pdf

   The reason only small sections are posted as text is because I've had
bad luck posting text files which are easy to cut, modify, and paste.

   Synopsis-

   A woman is separated from her boyfriend one snowy Christmas Eve.  After
teasing him by phone she finds out that, "Yes, Kathleen, there is a
Krampus," Saint Nicolas' dark devil-like companion who punishes the wicked
while the saint is out rewarding the good.  She's returned to her man
Christmas morning with a freshly birched backside and breasts, and a gift
tag tied to her right nipple.  She's sore, but wiser, and ready for a
passionate reconciliation.

   Snippet 1-

   It was already the worst Christmas Eve of my life.  Harold and I had
planned to spend it together alone, dinner and a show.  You know -that kind
of show- just the two of us.  It was a tradition, if you can establish a
tradition in the three years we'd been together.  It was always romantic.
It was always fun.  It was always unbelievably filthy.

   Snippet 2-

   I answered the phone.  It was Harold on the other end.  "Are you ready
for your Christmas Eve spanking?  I can be there in an hour." The truth is
I'm always ready for a spanking, and Harold, and not necessarily in that
order, but Christmas was going to be a long day, and if he came over... I
sighed.  "You know I have to get some sleep if I'm going to deal with my
family tomorrow.  Why don't we get together tomorrow night?" "What are you
wearing?" Harold asked; his voice was dripping.  He'd definitely been
thinking about me. "My little baby doll nightie, the white one, with the
frilly little panties with the little pink bow at the front," I told him in
my most innocent voice.  It was as lie.  I had flannel pajamas and heavy
socks on.  It's cold in bed without Harold.  But I wanted him to want me.
And I wanted him to go to bed horny thinking about me.  I wanted him to
imagine lowering my panties, taking me over his lap as I 'struggled' to
escape his strong grip and reddening my round little bottom- all the time
knowing he couldn't have me.  I know I'm not always a good girl.  Sometimes
I earn my spankings...

   Snippet 3-

   ...the thing standing before me was no man in a holiday costume... its
eyes caught mine.  They flashed a brilliant red, as if the creature had
been sleepwalking and awakened with a start for some dread purpose.  In a
flash it grabbed both my wrists with one of its huge hands.  Its slimy
tongue darted out and wrapped around my neck.  It felt like an algae
covered rope pulled from a hot spring, both rough and slimy at the same
time.  Then it began to constrict. "No... no," I begged as the living noose
tightened.  It pulled a large darkly stained burlap sack from its back, the
filthiest thing I'd ever seen, and threw it on the bed, then yanked me from
beneath my warm comforter, all the while steadily increasing the pressure
on my neck.  With amazing precision for something so large it peeled my
nightclothes from me in seconds, slitting them with razor sharp claws
without so much as nicking my skin even though I squirmed in its grip.
"Please," I begged, my nipples hardening in the cool night air, but the
muscular ligature around my neck continued to tighten.  I felt a horrible
pressure behind my eyes like they were about to pop out.  I felt like I was
about to vomit.  "No," I managed to choke out one last time before I
couldn't draw another breath and found myself silenced, suffocating.  I
knew what came next from my grandfather's stories.  I was already blacking
out as it began to stuff me naked in its sack, and was fully unconscious
before it released its tongue and sealed me in...

   Snippet 4-

   ...the Krampus grabbed my wrists and lifted me off my feet.  It sniffed
the fingers I masturbated with.  Then its tongue darted out and licked them
greedily like an excited puppy, leaving them far slimier than when it
started.  It pushed me against one of the rough walls and focused its eyes
directly on mine.  I've had more than my share of lovers, but I've never
seen lust like that in any man's eyes.  It wanted to fuck me.  It really
wanted to fuck me.  And though I tried not to look down I had to.  Its
throbbing penis was bigger than my forearm and just as hard, something
straight out of a Freudian nightmare, black as night and covered with
gnarled ridges and tufts of mangy hair.  Half a dozen dull yellow barbs
jutted from just behind its dripping glans forming a vicious collar still
adorned with pieces of rotting flesh from its previous victims.  It pressed
the thing to within millimeters of my sex, so close I could feel its heat.
And its testicles, the size of grapefruits, pulled high in their crinkling
gray scrotum, quivered and buzzed like a pair of nests filled with
increasingly angry wasps...

   Snippet 5-

   I begged.  I cried.  I screamed as the blows landed- then listened to my
own terrified echoes linger for seconds after each one, knowing that others
who'd experienced the same thing were reliving their own nightmare
encounters with the Krampus.  As it circled it worked itself into a state
of lust fueled frenzy.  Its erection, which had never softened, seemed to
grow stiffer and higher by the stroke.  The ring of barbs behind its glans
took on such an intense color that they seemed to glow, and the oddly
shaped hole at its glistening black tip began to drip a disgusting
mucus-like slime. My skin was on fire everywhere the birch touched.  I
couldn't take anymore, but was powerless to stop it.  There was no safe
word, and mercy is an utterly foreign concept to a thing like the Krampus.
I thrashed in the harness but could barely move.  I begged myself hoarse.
Hair stuck to my tear stained face, to my eyelashes, but I didn't have the
energy to shake it off anymore.  The Krampus seemed to be absorbing the
energy I lost, and the black dread of what would happen to me if it gave in
to its lust was nearly as bad as the pain.  I began trembling
uncontrollably and gagging on my own sobs as the creature whipped me with
increasing fervor. "I'm sorry," I choked out.  I don't know why I said it.
I don't know why I didn't say it before, but it stopped the beast dead in
its tracks, its arm poised to deliver another blow to my throbbing crotch.
For the first time since it began it looked me in the eye, its expression
contempt or disgust, I couldn't tell which...

   You can download the whole story at-
/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.pdf