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Trouble With Santa

It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, no a soul was stirring, with the exception of oscagne and stephanie nicol that is. oscagne and stephanie nicol, are both slaves to their Mystress, who at that time was nicely tucked up in bed at the upstairs and at the other side of the house. Which for them is probably a good thing, as yet again the two of them were arguing. There’s something in not being able to get on with people who are similar to yourself, as oscagne and Stephanie were proving this night. This shall be oscagne’s version of events. I’m sure however that stephanie nicol would write it totally differently and shifting all the blame in the other direction. if only to start another argument with poor oscagne.

“Hey osc, it’s almost midnight, I’m going to go wake Mystress up to see if we can open our presents yet.” Steffi exclaimed.

“Don’t you dare.” Was my response as soon as I recovered from the shock of what steffi was planning. “Mystress has had a long day today, and it’s going to be a long day tomorrow, let her sleep. In fact as soon as we finish wrapping our presents for her up, we should be going to bed also steffi”.

“Boring. I want my presents now, and I’m going to have them regardless.”

“steffi – BEHAVE!!!” I shout probably a bit louder then I should have done, and with a definite hint of annoyance in my voice.

“Who are you to tell me to behave. Only Mystress can do that slave”, steffi responded, trying to make the slave sound like an insult. “anyhow, how you going to stop me going to wake her up.”

“I’m not going to do anything to stop you steffi, other then try to make you see sense. The presents are still going to be here in the morning, and Mystress isn’t going anywhere. Anyhow, I’m sure you remember the last time you woke Mystress up without good reason.” steffi pauses for a moment, remembering…

“Oh yeah… I remember. But I wanna my pressies…” comes the whine from steffi. I go over and wrap my arms around her shoulder and hug her.

“I know that steffi, but waking Mystress up is one way to make sure that you won’t get them, and get something else instead. No finish wrapping that present up and I’ll go make a quick drink for us both, and then once we’ve cleaned the cups up we can go to bed. How does that sounds steffi.” I should have got worried when I saw that smile cross her lips… I see it every time she plans something mischievous, and this time I didn’t twig.

“That sounds fine darling osc” the darling puts me a bit on edge, but I leave her wrapping presents and go into the kitchen and make two mugs of a hot drink, thinking it may just be enough to make steffi sleep. How wrong I could have been…

I return to the room, to find steffi sitting beside the tree, quietly giggling to herself, and surrounding by a mess of wrapping paper, and a few of her presents. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I shout at her. “You know how much trouble you’ll be in now, don’t you?”

“Oh, I don’t care, these presents are wonderful.” she giggles back to me, showing me a pair of lace panties that I had brought for her. “Look I even opened one of yours, just so you don’t feel left out.”

I turn bright red in anger. “You stupid girl, if I wasn’t going to be in enough trouble for letting you open your own presents, now I’m going to be in trouble as Mystress will think I’ve opened on of my presents also. I don’t believe you could be so irresponsible.” I put the two cups down. “Go get the spare wrapping paper, we can re-wrap these and pretend nothing happened.”

“Hmmm,” steffi hesitates. “That may be a little hard”.

“Why?”

“I’ve just used the last of the wrapping paper, anyhow I don’t want to wrap these up, I want to wear these panties in the morning.”

I sit down on the floor, and curl up into a ball. “Why, why, why steffi? Could you have just waited a few hours, and avoided a load of trouble. You know we will both be punished now, and you just had to make it look like I was part of this as well. I want you to explain to Mystress in the morning that I wasn’t in the room, and that you opened these presents yourself, including that one of mine.”

“No, I won’t. I wanted to open them, and I opened them, and I’ll tell Mystress that you opened yours yourself” was steffi’s response.

“steffi, please, don’t.”

“I will osc, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” steffi smiles back to me.

“Why do you always have to act the spoilt little brat steffi?” I ask her, with more then a little amount of spite in my voice. Steffi looks at me speechless for a moment, before she begins to sob.

“You’re never nice to me, always telling me off, and never letting me have what I want.” She looks up at me, her tears running down her face. “Sometimes I don’t think you like me… you never liked me did you?”

I move over to steffi, and hug her tightly, “steffi, I do like you, and I love you like a sister, but you sometimes seem so intent on causing trouble, which when you also get me involved – like opening one of my presents – get me even more angry. You know Mystress holds me responsible for your behaviour anyhow, so even by open your presents you’ve earn me punishment, and if Mystress thinks I’ve opened that present, it’ll only be twice as worse for me.”

“Oh that’s it, always looking after your own skin, never caring about my happiness.” She starts crying again.

“Of course I care for your happiness, and I would think Mystress would have been happy to see you open your presents, and that would have made you even more happy.”

“You’re only saying that to try and make me feel bad” steffi responds, before crying even harder…

I leave steffi crying by the tree for a moment, and go to look out the window, to try and work out a solution to this problem, that will first quieten steffi down, before getting us out of the trouble we’re already in.

“What is the Meaning of this?” I hear a strong voice say from the middle of the room, not recognising the voice, I turn around to see who it is, “Why is that poor little sub crying on Christmas Day?”

“Who the hell are you?” I answer to the red and white fur clad female in the middle of the room, “and what are you doing in our house?”

“Haha, osc. I’m Santa Domme, I had come to deliver some presents for you, steffi and your Mystress, but it appears something else is in order for you, and steffi. Now explain why she’s crying like that?”

I tremble nervously, knowing that a run in with Santa Domme, could be serious trouble, only having heard the stories, though never really believing them before now. “steffi is a spoilt brat. She wanted to wake our Mystress up now, so she could open a present, and I said no, and to wait till morning, but she went ahead and did it anyhow, when I went to get us both a drink before bed. And not only that Santa-Domme, she had to open one of my presents as well in order to get me into more trouble.”

“Is this true steffi?” Santa-Domme asks her.

“No it’s not, he’s lying, he said it was ok, and he opened his own present.” She responds to the question, with even more tears flowing down her face.

“Don’t lie steffi please?” I plead with her, “tell Santa-Domme the truth please”

“See he’s calling me a liar now Santa-Domme, he’s always lying, and always making me cry”.

“So I see steffi.” Santa-Domme ponders for a moment, “What am I going to do about this, I would be neglecting my duty if I didn’t do something about it… I should really go wake your Mystress up, but I’ll just leave her a note instead, but in the meantime, just let me think about it for a few moments.” Santa-Domme sits down, and ponders. “steffi, come here and sit by me.” Steffi sits down on the sofa beside Santa-Domme, and Santa-Domme hugs her tightly. “Well, it looks like you both need to be punished for opening your presents, and you osc need to be punished for lying and making steffi cry.”

“I didn’t lie Ma’am,” I plead, “steffi tell the truth please?”

“See Ma’am, he’s still lying to you.” Steffi says amidst a new bout of tears.

“Silence both of you” Santa-Domme shouts. “Ok, off with your lion-cloth osc, and you steffi, out of those panties. And both of you up against that wall next to each other.” Steffi and I strip quickly, and take our place against the wall.

Santa-Domme detaches the flogger that was hanging around her waist, and the little bells that are attached to it tinkle slightly as she moves it. “I don’t want to see a single twitch from either of you, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am” we both respond at the same time.

“This is for opening your presents, and I’ll deal with you osc for lying and making sweet little steffi cry once this is over.” I tense up a little hearing the flogger swish through the air a few times, the bells on the handle signalling its movement.

“Ah”, I hear following the impact of the flogger on steffi’s bottom. Followed by a slighter louder, “arghh”, as it hits there again. I close my eyes, and wait my turn, and then hear the bells ring, but its steffi who cries out at a third stroke. The bells ring again, and this time the yelp of surprise is from my lips as I’m hit for the first time, the bells start ringing again, and I tense just before the next stroke the flogger on my bottom. Santa-Domme continues to hit me over and over, till my cries at each impact are clearly audible, and my sobs of pain afterwards are just as audible to her. I hear her put the flogger down as she comes over to me, and grabbing me by the hair, pulls my face around to look at my tear filled face.

“That will do you for the time being, go curl up by where I was sitting osc, and I’ll finish with you in a little while.” Santa-Domme tells me. I move over to the sofa and curl up sobbing, whilst I hear steffi cry out as she receives the rest of her punishment, when I hear Santa-Domme tell steffi it’s over, I look up, and see steffi being hugged by Santa-Domme. steffi’s bottom very red from the flogging it’s just received. “Now, steffi, I want you to sit in the chair opposite me, but before you sit down, there’s another present for you in my sack – this one I will let you open.”

“Thank you Santa-Domme Ma’am”, steffi squeals in pleasure, as Santa-Domme hands her the small present. Steffi rips open the packaging, and gasps in amazement at the gold coloured, jewel encrusted pair of nipple clamps that are revealed.

“Now sit down in that chair, steffi”. Santa-Domme reminds her.

“Yes Santa-Domme, Ma’am” steffi responds most respectfully as she sits down, and Santa-Domme approaches her. Fixing her arms against the arms of the chair, with the Velcro loops that are there for that purpose.

“You are to sit here quietly and watch me finish osc’s punishment, especially as it’s for lying and making you cry that he’s receiving this extra punishment.” Santa-Domme turns around to return to her place on the sofa at which I’m curled up at, but then half way across the small space. “I’ve got an idea. Steffi, you like your present so much – you’re going to wear them, whilst I finish osc’s punishment.” Santa-Domme turns around, and places one clamp on each of the nipples, making steffi gasp and squirm in her bonds. “Yes, they look perfect” Santa-Domme exclaims as she steps back and looks at the clamps adorning steffi’s nipples, before turning around, stepping over me, and sitting down, so that I’m curled up around her feet. “Umm, what a perfect little foot warmer you would make osc,” she says to my embarrassment. “But that’s not what I’ve got planed for you tonight my dear.” She follows up a few moments later, before patting her lap, “Up here, over my lap now boy!”

“Yes, Santa-Domme Ma’am”, I respond as I climb to my feet, and lower myself over her lap, ensuring my bottom is high up in the air, as I would with Mystress when required of me. I watch Santa-Domme reach down beside her and pull out a large leather paddle, and squirm as I see it.

“No moving understood boy?” she asks me, her voice sounding menacing, enough to scare me more then a little.

“Yes, Santa-Domme Ma’am.” I respond, my fright showing in my voice. I glare momentarily over to steffi, noticing her breathing getting heavy as the discomforting bite of the clamps starts to get to her. I look forward again as I feel Santa-Domme run her nails hard against my back, causing me to arch a little whilst emitting a loud sigh.

“I’m going to give you 10 of the paddle little boy, if you move more then an inch, then I will re-start back at 0, this will continue till I give you 10 without interruption, I want you to count each one, and thank me for them, is that understood?”

“Yes, Santa-Domme Ma’am” I respond quietly, scared, knowing that standing still is going to be hard, my bottom still stinging from the flogger she had used slightly earlier.

I squirm a little as Santa-Domme runs her hands over my already sore bottom. “Remember, no movement from now on boy.” Santa-Domme reminds me. I feel her hand replaced by the cool leather of the paddle for a moment before it’s lifted up off my bottom. I close my eyes tight, and tense, waiting for the inevitable first whack. I emit a mild scream with the impact of the leather on my red skin, “arghhhh, 1 thank you Santa-Domme Ma’am.”

“Good boy oscagne”, Santa-Domme replies, as she prepares for the next one. This one causes me to scream a little louder, but still I do not move, even whilst I count it off and thank Santa-Domme. The third comes soon after, and almost the moment after my scream of pain and a “three, thank you Santa-Domme Ma’am”, hear the door to the room open, I move and look up, to find Mystress standing there looking at the scene with a shocked look on her face.

“Oscagne, Stephanie Nicol! What is going on here, and who the hell are you?” Mystress shouts angrily at everyone in the room.

Santa-Domme stands up and announces herself and explains what is happening. “I’m sure you know of me, I’m Santa-Domme. I came hereto deliver presents, and found these two arguing, stephanie nicol crying, and presents already unwrapped. I decided not to bother you and deal with the matter myself. I believe oscagne to have said it was OK to open presents, and have punished them both for that indiscretion, and am currently punishing oscagne also for lying and trying to put the blame on poor stephanie nicol, and for making her cry.”

“I see.” Was Mystress’ only response. “I guess you had better finish with oscagne’s punishment, then I want to speak to him in the kitchen for a moment to find out what is happening”

“Well seeing as he moved, whilst under orders not to, I did say that I would have to restart the count – I hope that is ok with you?”

“Yes of course Santa-Domme.” Mystress replied. “Re-assume the position oscagne, and then we’ll have a chat when you are finished.” I lean back over Santa-Domme’s lap, and she starts to reapply the paddle. My screams are louder, but I fail to move, and even manage through gritted teeth to count each stroke off, and thank Santa-Domme for each stroke also. We get to the seventh stroke before tears come pouring out of my eyes, but even then Santa-Domme doesn’t stop. I count off the tenth stroke and thank Santa-Domme for it.

“Good boy oscagne, see it was easy wasn’t it. You may go with your Mystress now.” Santa-Domme tells me, patting my sore bottom lightly with the palm of her hand as to send me on my way. I slowly straighten up, almost quivering, and walk very slowly over to Mystress, who has her arms open to me, she wraps me up in a tight hug, and guides me towards the door that leads into the kitchen.

“I’ll be a few minutes in the kitchen with oscagne Santa-Domme, feel free to continue to amuse yourself with stephanie nicol, I’m sure she has deserved it.” Mystress says back just as she closes the door between the living room and the kitchen. Mystress pulls me back into a tight hug, and rests my head on my shoulder, her hand stroking my back slightly, trying to stem the flow of tears from my eyes. Once I’ve calmed down a little, she relaxes the hug slightly “ok little one, tell me what has happened, and I want to hear the truth, although I already suspect I know what has occurred here.” I tell Mystress about how much stephanie nicol had wanted to open the presents, and how she had done whilst I was making us a hot drink before bed, and how she opened one of mine so as to implicate me. And how we had been discovered arguing about it by Santa-Domme, and then finishing with.

“But Santa-Domme believed steffi’s version of events over mine, myMystress. She had already punished us with a flogger for arguing and opening the presents myMystress, and was punishing me for lying to her and making steffi cry when you came in.” I pause a moment, “but I wasn’t lying myMystress, I knew how much you were looking forward to watching us open the presents in the morning, I wouldn’t have let anything stop that from happening, but steffi was just so insistent. I failed myMystress, I thought I could trust steffi for just a few minutes whilst I made a hot drink that would help her sleep a little, but I was wrong.”

“I see little one. Yes I know you wouldn’t have lied about it, but steffi is always trying to look for a way out of trouble, and lies quite convincingly, and Santa-Domme isn’t to know what she is like. I’ll have to sort this out, and don’t worry, stephanie nicol will be getting the same sort of punishment as you have for lying, and maybe a little more for getting you in so much trouble, but I hold you responsible for leaving the room in the first place, and you will be punished a little more also.” Mystress pauses a moment, and looks at my back and bottom. “Umm, I can’t hit spank you any further, it looks like Santa-Domme has done a good enough job there already, but I shall find something for you. Now, lets go back into the living room. And we’ll sort this out.” Mystress tells me as she approaches the door. I take my customary place behind her, and shut the door after we have both passed through the door. We find stephanie nicol still in the chair, and being tickled heavily with a feather duster, but with the chains from the nipple clamps stuck between her teeth.

“Thank you Santa-Domme,” Mystress says, “I have spoken with oscagne, and he has confirmed my suspicions about the incident you discovered tonight.” Mystress pauses for a moment, “Osc, bring over the box please, I think it’ll be best to hear the words from stephanie nicol’s mouth better then if I say what happened. Would you be so kind as to release her please Santa-Domme?”

“Of course”, Santa-Domme responds, whilst removing the chain from stephanie nicol’s mouth, and then unfastening her lips. Mistress points to the long coffee table in the centre of the room, steffi knows immediately what that means, and hesitantly approaches the table and lies down on top of it, just as I bring the box over from the corner. Mystress opens the box up and removes ankle and wrist cuffs, and passes the ankle cuffs to Santa-Domme.

“Would you be so kind to attach these please Santa-Domme?” there should be fastenings enough to attach these cuffs to the corners of the table also.” Mystress asks Santa-Domme, whilst also going to put the wrist cuffs onto stephanie nicol, and fasten them so she’s spread-eagled over the table “now stephanie, you will not say anything till you are spoken to. Do you understand?” Mystress asks her.

“Yes myMystress” steffi responds.

“Good girl” Mystress tells her, before reaching back into the box, and pulling out a vibrator, and the vibrating butt-plug. “Remember now, no talking, unless I ask you something.” Mystress pauses a second, “What’s house rule number one stephanie nicol?”

“House rule number 1 is no orgasms without prior permission myMystress”

“Good girl – you do not have permission to orgasm, do you understand?”

“Yes myMystress” stephanie responds just as Mystress bends over to insert the plug and then the vibrator.

“oscagne, please move that chair over there so that Santa-Domme can watch, and then you can come kneel down beside me, whilst I interview stephanie” Mystress orders me, before turning on both the vibrator and plug at the same time, but onto a low setting, but enough to causes stephanie to sigh deeply as the movements begin to arouse her. I move the chair, and Santa-Domme sits down in it, in the meantime Mystress has taken her place on the sofa opposite Santa-Domme, I walk back around and kneel down beside Mystress. Mystress absently begins to stroke my head with one hand, whilst moving the other to the controls of the items currently inserted into stephanie. “Remember steffi, no speaking unless in answer to any question that I may ask, and most definitely no orgasms unless I give permission – either of these will make sure your punishment is made worse then I’m already planning.” Mystress reminds her just as she increases the speed to Maximum, making Stephanie grunt and moan in arousal. Mystress looks back up and over to Santa-Domme, “you see Santa-Domme, I believe it was stephanie lying to you and not osc. steffi is always wanting her own way, and doesn’t care if she drops osc into trouble in the process of getting it. Although osc is also very much responsible for steffi’s behaviour, I still know that he isn’t to blame for most the trouble in this house. And for now however, I want steffi to admit the she is at fault, but not for a few minutes yet. I want her squirming and wanting to volunteer the information, but of course until I ask her, she can’t speak. And if she’s very good and is truthful, I may even let her come, as I’m sure she will be wanting permission to orgasm by then, in fact it will be almost impossible for her to hold it in, but then again I may not give that permission.”

Mystress looks back down at stephanie on the table, who is moaning loudly in arousal, and squirming. “Are you ready to tell the truth yet steffi?”

“Yes myMystress” steffi responds between moans

“Good girl, now who opened the first present?”

“osc did myMystress” steffi replies giggling

“No myMystress, I didn’t. She’s lying again.”

“Silence osc, I don’t remember asking you, in fact go to your room and fetch your heels and bring them back here for the continuation of your punishment, whilst we leave steffi to squirm a little while longer.”

“Yes myMystress” I respond before getting to my feet and exiting the room. I go to my room and bring out the pair of black 4inch high heels that Mystress sometimes makes me wear when we go out. When I go back to the living room carrying the heels, I find Mystress standing over steffi, and tugging gently on the chains. I look closely at stephanie’s face, tears of frustration are streaming out of her eyes.

“Ok, we’ll start again stephanie nicol” Mystress tells her, “now who opened the first present?”

“I did myMystress”

“Whose idea was it steffi?”

“It was mine myMystress”

“And did osc agree with you?”

“No myMystress, oscagne said we should wait till morning”

“And did osc open his present, or did you?”

“I opened it myMystress, so he would also get in trouble.”

“And you lied about all these and passed the blame to oscagne to Santa-Domme steffi?”

“Yes myMystress, I lied to Santa-Domme”

“Good girl, you have been truthful, but I don’t think I’m going to give you permission for orgasm, as I don’t think you’ve deserved it.” Mystress tells steffi as she slides the speed control on both devices back to the off position. Steffi just lies there panting, and trying to keep what little control over her body she has left, whilst Mystress unfastens her ankles and then her wrists. “Get up girl.” Mystress instructs her. Steffi gets up weekly, and Mystress walks around to stand in front of her. “As it was you who was lying, I think I’ll let Santa-Domme deal with you the same way as she dealt with osc, but more severely. Talking of osc, did you bring your shoes little one?” I hold the shoes, still in my hands, up in confirmation of following the orders. “Good boy, put them on, and then come stand beside me, you will stand still in them for however long it takes Santa-Domme to complete steffi’s punishment. I know how much the heels hurt you osc, but as soon as steffi has been punished, you shall be allowed out of them.” I start to put the shoes on. “Hold on a minute osc” I hear Mystress call. I look up, and she throws something at me, I just about manage to catch the object, only to discover that they are steffi’s lace panties that steffi had found in one of her presents. “Put this on my dear, I want to see how nice they look.” I blush and squirm in embarrassment at having to wear female underclothes with a stranger in the room. I hesitate for a moment before putting my feet into the panties, and pulling them up my legs until they are on properly around my waist.

“Hmm, they look quite nice little one, ok, you can put the shoes on now” Mystress tells me. I pull the shoes onto my feet and walk over to beside Mystress, just as steffi’s punishment begins to start. Santa-Domme starts steffi’s punishment, whilst Mystress scratches the back of my legs, hoping that I will move from the spot. Santa-Domme has to restart steffi’s punishment one three occasions, making her punishment much more severe then mine was, at which I wince. Eventually on the 5th time through steffi manages to receive her ten strokes of Santa-Domme’s paddle without flinching. Santa-Domme helps the crying steffi to stand up straight. “Ok osc and steffi, bend over table with bottoms high in the air.” We both move over to the table, and bend over the table into the position required. I hear Mystress rummage in the box, and pulling out a few items. “Santa-Domme, could you assist me please?” Mystress asks whilst Mystress pulls stephanie’s lace panties down around my ankles.

“Of course”. Is the response from Santa-Domme. They take up positions behind us, and next I gasp as I feel the tip of the butt-plug being pushed into me, a quick look at steffi’s face shows that she is receiving the same treatment. Some gentle pushing and then it’s in and secure.

“Stand up dear ones” Mystress commands us. We both stand up straight. “Osc, you can take off the shoes now.”

“Thank you myMystress” I respond as I pull each shoe off in turn, and placing them tidily under then table a sigh of relief crossing my lips as my legs recover from the strain.

“Now, I think steffi needs a lesson in co-operation. Stand back to back please my little ones.” Mystress instructs us, but leave a little space please. Mystress rummages in the box again, and I see her pull out a small chain with a clip at each end. She reaches for stephanie’s plug, and attaches one end of the chain to the small ring at the base, and then repeats the same with the other end of the chain to my the ring in my plug. “I think Santa-Domme and I both deserve a drink, don’t you. Go get us a cup of tea each please, and use the saucers”, Mystress chuckles slightly, “but be-warned, both plugs are to remain in place, and I don’t want you to spill a drop. Is that understood little ones?”

“Yes myMystress” we both respond simultaneously. We start to shuffle out sideways, steffi I’m sure feeling the pull of the plug the same I do, as each other makes a movement. Our steps are small, and hesitant to start with, but picking up in confidence as we move. We struggle around the kitchen, deciding it’s best for one of us to make the tea, and for both of us to carry it forward. The process takes longer then it would normally, but eventually there are two cups on saucers full of hot tea on the counter. I pick up mine, and then steffi and I rotate to allow steffi to pick her cup up. Again, and being even more careful, we start out back to the living room, eventually we make it so I’m standing in front of Mystress. I bow down, feeling steffi move with me and hand Mystress her cup. Then steffi leads me around to the other side of the coffee table, and I am forced to bend down as she curtsies and presents Santa-Domme with the other cup.

“Thank you my pets, now go stand in the corner for a little while” Mystress instructs. We both shuffle together over to the clear corner, as Mystress and Santa-Domme sit and chat. I only hear a small amount of the conversation, Santa-Domme apologising for punishing me when I didn’t deserve it, but Mystress telling her that I would have been punished anyhow, as I am responsible in the main for any wrongs of steffi. And then Mystress commenting on how red our bottoms had been, and that she did have plans for Christmas morning, but considering tonight’s punishment, that she didn’t think they could take much more, and that she’ll see how things are in the evening. Steffi and I both sigh at that comment. The Santa-Domme makes her excuses saying she has to go finish her rounds. Mystress bids her bye, and we respond similarly when Santa-Domme says her farewells to us.

Santa-Domme disappears almost as quickly and mysteriously as she arrived. “now you two, time we were all in bed. Steffi, due to your irresponsible behaviour today, I think you need reminding that you are not alone in this house, and I think I know exactly how to do that.” Mystress tells her as she stands in front of her. “I’m going to remove the plugs, and then steffi, you are to go to the small room and await for me to arrive in the corner.” I hear steffi’s plug being pulled out of her. Then I feel the strong tug of Mystress on the chain, and then sigh as I feel the body of the plug being pulled out of me. I look around, and steffi is already walking out the door, her face full of shame. Mystress pulls me into a hug, “Don’t worry osc, one day steffi will learn, and soon I think it will be time for her to become solely responsible for her actions.” Mystress pauses a moment to stroke the hair off my forehead. “Come along now, I’ve just got to sort steffi out, then it’s time to go to bed for a few hours.”

Mystress walks in front of me, to the stairs, and then leads me to what is known as the small room. The small room is a tiny bedroom, where we have blacked out the window, and have left barren apart from the cold tiled floor and a single small blanket, and is used for punishment when our actions dictate that we haven’t deserved to be able to sleep in a real bed. It’s also has a pair of cuffs on a chain attached to a wall. Mystress opens the door to find steffi sobbing and begging for forgiveness in the corner. “No steffi, no forgiveness., come and lay down, and let me attach your wrists. Mystress waits for steffi to lay on the cold floor, and I squirm, knowing all to well how uncomfortable the tiles are. Mystress crouches next to steffi’s outstretched hands, and fastens each wrist into one of the cuffs, and then places the blanket over steffi’s body. “Maybe after the night here, you will remember that you are not the only person here, and there are other peoples to be concerned about.” Mystress looks sternly down at steffi, “Come with me please osc, and Goodnight steffi” Mystress says as she walks out the door and turns the rooms light off.

Mystress leads me along the corridor, and past the door to my and steffi’s bedroom, I look on in amazement as she leads me into her room, a privilege we are rarely allowed. Mystress climbs back into her bed, and turns the bedside light off. “Turn the light off please osc, and close the door. I turn the light off, and turn around to close the door, when I turn back, Mystress has settled down in the centre of the bed, and has pulled a corner off the sheets over, and is patting it, instructing me to join her. I smile, as I climb in and rest my head on her shoulder, one arm spreading across her stomach as she wraps her arm around my shoulders and hugs me whilst the other hand turns off the light. “Good night osc” Mystress tells me.

“Good night myMystress.” I respond and close my eyes. But I can’t sleep, and before long I’m squirming a little in Mystress’ arm. Mystress also can’t sleep it would seem. “What’s the matter little one, why can’t you sleep – it’s been a long day for you, and a heavy night, I thought you would be very tired.”

“I don’t know myMystress, something doesn’t seem right.”

“What do you mean my little one?”

“Something seems missing myMystress.”

“you feel that to then little one. You’re ever so kind and gentle sometimes.”, Mystress smiles down at me. “Go get steffi, it doesn’t seem right she should spend this night in the small room.”

“Yes Mystress” I respond as I scoot out of the bed, and run along to the small room. I turn the light on and open the door, to see steffi still sobbing against the wall. “Come on steffi, I say as I kneel down beside her and remove the cuffs from her wrist”. I pull her body into a tight hug, trying to console her. “Come on steffi, let us go to a proper bed.”

“aren’t you going to be in trouble for letting me out osc?” steffi asks, as I lead her, still entwined in my arms, to the door to Mystress’ bedroom. “OSC!!! what you doing?” steffi asks in astonishment.

“it’s ok steffi, Mystress said to let you out and bring you here.” I respond as I open the door to the bedroom. Mystress smiles at us.

“Come on steffi, over here, and osc back where you were.” Mystress tells us. I join Mystress and snuggle back up into her on the side of the bed that I was on before, and steffi moves to the other side and assumes a similar position. Steffi and I both place or arms over Mystress’ stomach our hands somehow joining, and I look over to steffi o see her smiling, and then as I look up Mystress smiles down at us both. “Good night little ones.”

“Good night myMystress” steffi responds, “Good night oscagne”

“Goodnight myMystress, goodnight stephanie”. I say as I close my eyes. Our little family now complete, I am soon asleep. I can only guess the same happened to Mystress and stephanie, as it’s late morning by the time I awake, and Mystress and stephanie are still asleep. My stirrings however soon awake Mystress, “Good morning myMystress” I greet her. “Good morning oscagne,” Mystress responds as she wakes stephanie up gently. Stephanie wakes up slowly and she is the first to notice the large red box at the bottom of the bed.

“yippee, it’s Christmas” stephanie cries out. Darting to the box to see whom the present is from and more importantly whom it is to.

“That’s not one of my presents steffi” Mystress tells her, “Pass me the card before you open it please.” Steffi picks out the card from the big pink bow on top of the box, and hands it to Mystress. “To all,” Mystress reads out, “thank you for last night, I don’t believe I have had so much fun on delivery night for quite a few years, and I’ve been doing this for a long time believe me. I only hope that next year I catch osc and steffi being naught again, and this time I will wake their Mystress up to assist me. Please find these few presents as a token of how much I enjoyed myself. Signed Santa-Domme.”

stephanie giggles quietly, as she sees me blush in embarrassment. “Wasn’t that nice of her little ones?” Mystress asks us. We both respond at the same time with a definite yes. “Pass the box her and then sit down beside me please stephanie.” Mystress tells steffi. Steffi picks the box up and places it on Mystress’ lap, as I sit up and steffi assumes a similar posture beside on the other side of Mystress. Mystress reaches over, and undoes the bow, keeping the ribbon safe, no doubt for some future use, and not necessarily wrapping a present. She opens the lid of the box, and pulls out a black dress with a label “From Santa-Domme to stephanie nicol” printed on it. Mystress shows stephanie the dress, and then shows her the white apron and little hat that goes with it. “I guess Santa-Domme was pleased with your serving last night, and thinks you’ll make a nice little French maid. With a little training, I think you will also come to think of it.” Mystress delves back into the box, and pulls out another outfit, this time addressed to me. With a note on the label, “Two maids are better then one. Hehe”. I blush furiously. “It’s all right little osc, I’m sure you will fit this dress nicely.” Mystress looks back into the box and pulls out a paddle and a leather flogger. The note attached to it reads “This is the flogger and paddle I used on them last night, they seemed to enjoy them, so you may as well keep them, I’ll have the elves knock me up some more. Just make sure to leave them out for me next year so if there are two naughty brats arguing again, I can deal with them. Santa-Domme.”

Mystress throws her head back, and laughs loudly. Before pulling us both into a tight hug. “You did well my little ones” is all Mystress says. I look over to steffi, and wink, and we both reach over and kiss Mystress gently on the cheek nearest to us.

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