Krampus, punishing the Naughty

Krampus moved through the forest at a supernatural speed. Drawn to wickedness, he stops at the first little house outside Chicago. A girl alone on Christmas Eve but she's no sad little orphan. She's a hard-drinking party girl named Brook walking back home to her parent's house. She stumbles through the door, throws her keys on the table, and collapses on the couch. Exhausted after the long night.

Unfortunately for her, the night is just getting started and Krampus has rough plans for her. She's not asleep for long before she feels his clawed hands keeping her mouth closed. Even in her drunken state, she's not brave enough to argue with the red-eyed goat-man that now towers over her. With supernatural speed, she's sent into a daze and when she snaps out of it she's bound naked in the living room. The ropes are too tight and they burn into her soft skin.

Krampus admires his first victim, savoring her pleading. With one clawed hand, he spins her around taking in her full nude body. In his other, his most important tool: a slim birch branch split at the ends which he ran along her soft body.

"Oh god. Why is this happening?!" She begs him.

"Punishment." The goat-man cackled out. His tongue left his mouth and moved across her face. Krampus pulled her in tight with his free hand, giving her a full **** french kiss. Brook waited for him to pull back, instead, he slipped his tongue further down her throat.

He pulled back and spun the girl around again, taking in her untouched body one last time before his birch branch whip slammed down hard on her soft skin. She squealed with pain, which Krampus answered with no mercy.

The wood whip came down hard on her ass, again and again, her shapely behind first turned red then a shade of purple. She moaned and cried begging for the punishment to end, but Krampus was just now getting started. He revealed a great big black bag which he opened wide. She looked into the sack to see darkness, a void without end which reached out to grab hold of her young body and drag her in.

He threw the bag over his shoulder and made his escape into the night. Brook would be back the day after Christmas, a changed girl. But for now, she was waiting in darkness for a long day of punishment when Krampus returned to the North Pole.