Another Big Mean Man

(You can find part one here - https://meantolittlegirlsagain.bdsmlr.com/post/443183270 - which is the intro. Part two, can be found here - https://meantolittlegirlsagain.bdsmlr.com/post/443876615 . One more part to follow...)​

Part Three – The Naughty Girl Answer

“Yes, Santa,” she smiled, her hand slowly moving away from her body, “of course I’ve been a good girl.”

“Don’t lie to me, Marie,” I told her sternly, “I know exactly what you’ve been up to this year. You’ve been a bad girl and need to learn your lesson, don’t you?”

She grinned at me and knelt up in her bed. The little crop top barely covered her breasts, leaving them hanging out from the bottom of the hem. Her nipples were sticking out even more, and my eyes roamed down her tight little body I could see her sweet hairless cunt between her legs.

“Marie, why don’t you have any underwear on?” I asked her, and she grinned even more. “I didn’t want any on tonight, Santa,” she smiled, “sometimes I need to go to bed without any PJ bottoms on because I know that to help me sleep I need to touch myself until I’m all tired out and ready for bed like a big girl. Why don’t you sit down here Santa?” she asked, patting the edge of the bed next to her. I felt my cock twitch as I moved towards her, thinking of all the things that she needed to learn to try to correct her ways. I sat down and she practically pounced into my lap, wriggling her soft little parts rubbing against the red fur of my suit, and sighed.

“I know what you’ve been up to this year, Marie. It’s got to stop. All those times that you’ve been flashing your body at boys at school, the teachers, your parent’s friends – it’s not what a good girl should do!” I told her. But she just grinned even more as she humped herself against me. “But Saaannntaa,” she purred, drawing my name out, “They like it. I like it. And I can feel that you like it. You know you want to give me a special Christmas present, don’t you?” Her little hand reached between my legs and started to stroke my cock through my suit. This was unbelievable, she was shameless. She could at least pretend that she wanted to be good, but instead all she seemed to want was to tease me like she teased everyone else.

Something in me snapped. I grabbed her hair hard and pulled her over my knee – it was about time she learned what happened to girls like her. The smile disappeared from her face as I raised my hand and the first smack landed on her sweet little bottom. 

“Santa, no! No! Stop! What are you doing?” she screamed, truly horrified at what I was doing to her.

 “Little girls like you need to be punished when they are naughty.”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

 “No, p-please stop…” she pleaded with me as my blows got harder and harder and her bottom started to change colour. But this was something that she had wanted and the naughty little bitch needed to learn what happens when you push things too far.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

Each cheek received my attention as I smacked her several times. And even as she sobbed quietly and wriggled to move away from my assault, she stayed in place where she was, giving me complete access to her teenage bottom. Marie was no longer in control of herself or she would have fought harder to stop me, but instead the only thing she could do was take the punishment that Santa was giving. 

“Yes, naughty girls like you need to be punished, don't they?” I asked her

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Don't they?” I demanded again when she didn’t answer, but the smacks continued to rain down on her body.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“P-please, stop. P-p-please, Santa. P-please, s-stop…”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“You need to understand what happens to bad girls, Marie. You need to learn your place in the world. You need Santa to treat you like this, don’t you? You need to be Santa’s little bitch, don’t you?”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

She grunted with each smack. “You want to feel like a bitch, don't you Marie?”

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

“You want to be Santa’s little bitch, don't you?”

I stopped hitting here, giving her chance to breathe. Through ragged little gasps she managed to be just about coherent. “N-no I don't…”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Don’t lie to me, Marie. If you didn’t want to be my little bitch your cunt wouldn’t be soaking wet, would it?” I chuckled as I hit her more and more. “You love my hand, don’t you?”

“Nuh-uh, Santa,” she mumbled. I paused and moved my hand in front of her face. “Kiss my hand, Marie,” I instructed her, and she bent her lips against my palm and kissed me not once but three different times.

“P-please be gentle with my poor bottom…” she begged, but there was no chance that was going to happen. Spank! Spank! Spank! The hand that she had gently kissed continued to hurt her sweet little bum, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every smack.

“I’ll stop as soon as you start being a good girl and tell me the truth, stupid,” I told her calmly, “you want to be Santa’s little bitch, don’t you?”

“Yes! Oh yes! I want to be your bitch,” she finally confessed, and I stopped the smacks and gave her a chance to catch her breath.

 I put my hand gently in her hair, stroking it gently and told her that this was just the start of her lesson in not being a naughty girl. My grip tightened in her hair and I pushed her onto her knees and started to undo my belt.

“Open your mouth, Marie,” I commanded as I took my cock out. “Open nice and wide and Santa’s going to fuck that pretty face of yours so that you learn what happens to bad girls.” She smiled, wiped her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her face towards my cock, gently at first, feeling the hot wetness of her mouth and her tongue brushing against my cock. “Mmmmmmm,” I sighed as she looked up at me, her mouth stretched open to take as much cock as she could. I pushed deeper until she started to choke and she stared at me with tears starting to form in her pretty blue eyes. I stopped pushing and moved her face back off my cock by her hair so that just the tip was inside her face. I gave her a moment and she swirled her tongue around my cock head over and over again.

“That’s a naughty little bitch. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I chuckled and she shook her head from side to side with my dick still inside it. If that was true then this sweet little girl really was a natural born cocksucker.

I started to bob her head up and down so that she learned how to please me, and without much prompting she started to fuck my cock with her sweet little mouth, taking a little bit more with each thrust. I sat back as she tried harder and harder to please me, as I pushed her face down further. She was starting to drool from the side of her mouth but it didn’t slow her down, as she bobbed her head faster and faster, making beautiful gagging noises as she struggled to take my entire cock in her mouth and throat.

“That’s my naughty little bitch,” I told her, and she increased her efforts, making me moan more, “That’s Santa’s icky little whore,” I praised her, and I could almost feel the pride radiating from her as I told her how good she was.

I pulled her face slowly off my cock, a wet little “plop” coming from her as I pulled my cock out, and she looked up at me seeking my approval. I didn’t say a word, I just pushed her face lower until her mouth was next to my balls. “Lick,” I commanded, and her soft little pink tongue darted out and started to lick them. I started to stroke my cock above her face as she kissed and licked and without being prompted stroke my balls with one finger. It felt so good and I knew that she was going to get a nice present if she continued her work.

“Is that nice, Santa?” she asked as she lapped away at my balls, and I replied “Yes, Marie. You’re such a naughty bitch and you have such a nice mouth.” As I stroked myself faster, I pushed her head down even further towards my arsehole. She stopped, and started to move away a little bit, which meant that I just had to grab her head harder.

“Lick my fucking arse, dummy,” I told her. “Get your tongue to work or Santa’s going to have to beat you again.” She flinched slightly but stuck her tongue out again and started to kiss and lick my arse. I was sure that even though she had proudly told me that she was a naughty girl, there was no way that she had ever thought about getting on her knees and sticking her teenage tongue in Santa’s arse.

And that thought was all it took to tip me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, bitch! I am cumming,” I growled as I started to shoot cum all over her face and in her hair. “Take Santa's cum all over you face, you disgusting little bitch!" And in a matter of just a few seconds Marie’s sweet, angelic face was covered with copious amounts of thick creamy cum. Her mouth opened in shock at what I’d made her do and what it had made me do, which only meant that I managed to cum in her pretty little mouth.

She knelt there, holding my cock still, her face covered in my sperm, some of it dripping on to her little crop top, as I lay back to recover. She knew she was a naughty girl and Santa’s little bitch, but she still had plenty to learn that night.