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-

http://www.asstr.org/~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-

http://www.asstr.org/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.pdf


