Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Santa visited me early this year. He woke me in the middle of the night by the fur of his red coat brushing my face. I jerked awake and sat up in bed.
“Santa, what are you doing here in my bedroom?” I asked panicked and trying to cover myself as I love to sleep naked.
“You were on the naughty list so many times this year that I had to make a personal stop to address this with you,” he explained smiling through his beard.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I replied, “you must be a busy Santa during this time of year.”
Switched
“I am, but your name came up on my naughty list 2,432 times!” Santa exclaimed.
“I didn’t know you kept count!” I returned, “I thought you and your list were a myth.”
“Well, we aren’t, and this is something I felt I needed to address in person.” Santa told me grabbing me by my upper arm and hauling me out of bed.
“Santa! I’m not wearing pajamas!” I cried out.
“Oh, don’t worry about that little Zoey, you aren’t going to need them.” Santa answered.
Santa continued to pull me after him and into my living room where I had my tree decorated and stockings hung. I noticed my stocking was filled with switches which were jutting in a threatening way out of the top. Santa grabbed one of the switches and forced me to bend over the back of the couch.
With his gloved hand pressing me firmly over the couch, he began to mercilessly bring that evil switch down on my bare, vulnerable bottom. I kicked and hollered with every swish of that cruel, flexible branch. Still, Santa held me in place and let that switch fall over and over across my wriggling ass and the backs of my legs. Santa is a strong and sadistic son of a bitch!
Zesty Zoey
1-844-332-2639 Ext 403