Kinky Night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when down in the dungeon.
Not a creature was moaning, groaning or mewing.
The floggers and paddles hung by the cross with care.
In hopes that Sir Nicholas soon would be there.

The Lady nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of whips and chains danced in her head.
Wearing little more then a kerchief, not even a cap.
She settled in for her nightly nap.

Then down in the dungeon arose such a clatter.
She sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Through the hall, to the stairs she flew like the Flash.
Tore down the steps, hoping to soon receive a lash.

What to her excited eyes should appear.
But Sir Nicholas with his Domly veneer.
So long he'd been gone, but now he was home.
To love her and own her and call her his own.

He pulled out the toys he had in his sack.
Floggers and crops designed to redden her back.
Speaking not a word he went straight to his work.
He pointed to the cross, she leapt to it with a jerk.

A kiss to start then the floggers did fly.
First one, then two at a time, my oh my.
Once her back had a nice luster of red,
He took her from the cross, back to their bed.

By now chubby and plump was his little elf.
She moaned as she took it inside of herself.
Thrust after thrust, no two the same.
Her flesh held tight in his teeth as she came.

Wave after wave of pleasure did flow.
Then off his sleigh she did spring, now kneeling below.
Into her mouth she took it with such delight.
She wouldn't be the only one cumming this night.

He moaned and he groaned as she sucked.
She followed the rhythm of his hips as they bucked.
Loudly between moans he shouted her name.
But she barely noticed because this was when he came.

Done for the night, they cuddled snug in their bed.
While visions of each other danced in their heads.
With that I'd like to wish this cold winters night.
A Kinky Christmas to all, and to all a good night.