Down in the Hall of Records

I followed Santa down the stairs and into the Hall of Records. Sitting behind a huge, wooden desk, surrounded by thick leather books was Susan, the elf in charge of the North Pole Record. She was the one who kept track of all the good boys and girls and she recorded the nasty actions of the bad girls and boys. It was those nasty actions that always interested me.

Susan was one up-tight Elf. She never joined in in our elf-orgies or sampled the sex toys or even came to the reindeer games. I had wanted her for years; I figured that today, with Santa under my control, this elf-bitch was going to be mine.

She was an elf beauty: a little taller than average, firm yet small tits, long legs, a beautiful face, and red sparkly hair that she always tied up in a bun. An up-tight librarian.

"Susan," Santa approached her desk. She gave me a look of distain. "I want you to give us a detailed account of some of the naughtiest boys and girls this year."

Santa was setting a great trap.