Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Sometimes naughty is very nice.
Getting roped into playing Santa’s helper isn’t exactly how Stirling thought he’d spend his time at the wickedly fun Christmas party, but saying no to Conner, the owner, is impossible. Luckily for him, he’s got a sexy Santa to tease and a punishment to look forward to.
When Santa’s adorably naughty helper finally breaks out of his comfort zone, nothing will ever be the same…including Christmas.
Santa’s Special Helper was originally titled Daddy’s Special Helper in the 2024 Daddy’s Naughty List Anthology. No material changes have been made to the original story. However, it does contain a cutie who’s been working on building his confidence, a partner who loves him to pieces, and exploration when things didn’t go right the first time. While there are mentions of past trauma with a previous partner, nothing is detailed on page
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Chapter 1
Rhett
“You know, I thought Santa’s beard was supposed to be thicker?” The cheeky, questioning tone was deliberately designed to push my buttons, but the way the naughty elf reached out and tugged on my beard made it clear he was doing his best to drive me crazy.
Brats were an adorable handful, but I knew better than to react too much.
“Really?” Raising one eyebrow and tapping my fingers on my thigh, I leaned back against the throne I’d been given to sit on. It was a bit over the top for a Santa, but I wasn’t the drama queen in charge of the celebration. “As an official helper Santa, I’m calling bullshit on that.”
Playing Santa for the Bound & Controlled Christmas party hadn’t been my first choice for how to spend the evening. There were more relaxing ways to hang out with everyone, but it’d been worth losing my free time to see the subs giggly and happy.
Especially the littles.
The brats, on the other hand, were a more interesting bunch.
My cheeky helper sucked in a breath, playing shocked as he brought his hand up to his mouth. “And cursing too? I can’t believe it. What kind of Santa does that?”
This one.
“Santas who believe in giving out punishments instead of coal.” Sitting taller in the throne, I glared at the naughty boy who’d been assigned to be my elf for the evening. “I’ve given out a lot of presents so far tonight, but I think I should hand out at least one more punishment.”
Well, the other cuties who’d been punished for being naughty had thoroughly enjoyed their time over Santa’s lap with either their friends or Doms doing their best not to cheer them on. This cutie was a bit different, though.
The other subs who’d been pretending to be naughty hadn’t asked me if I was too old to play Santa or if my Depends needed to be changed halfway through the party.
Yes, someone was overdue for a conversation about manners.
A firm conversation involving my hand and their bottom.
“To a sub who kept making creaking noises every time I moved.” My dry tone had him trying not to smirk, clearly proud of himself for that one. “Creaking? Really?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but you are kind of old.” The sexy elf shrugged, trying to play it off as he ignored my twitching hand. “You said it, though. I didn’t.”
No, he’d just asked me if I had an early curfew at the old folks’ home and if they’d realized I’d gotten out unsupervised.
“It’s probably my ancient memory, but I’m not recalling that the same way.” Keeping my expression serious, I ignored the giggles coming from around us as the last of the stragglers who were hanging around Santa were starting to enjoy the naughty elf’s drama. “But luckily for me, Santa is in charge of dishing out the punishments tonight.”
Within reason and within everyone’s limits, of course.
My helper’s eyes got wide but he blustered through it and eventually sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’m not sure you’ve got the strength for it, old man.”
Oh, weak and old?
Naughty, naughty elf.
“It seems my helper is in need of a reminder about his manners.” Reaching out, I took his hand and slowly pulled him closer, thoroughly enjoying the view of his tight little shorts and the outline of the hard cock showing through them. “You definitely don’t deserve a nice present from Santa.”
My sexy elf looked confident but I could feel the way he was shaking. “I just tell it like it is, Santa.”
So naughty and so sexy.
Maybe I didn’t mind being Santa as much as I’d thought I would.
“Which is why you’ve been added to Santa’s naughty list.” Pulling him over my lap, I gave him a few seconds to safeword before I peeled his tiny velvet shorts down just below his ass. The rest of his body was reasonably well-covered, and as long as he stayed over my lap, even his erection was hidden.
Sighing, I shook my head. “Definitely on the naughty list. A thong? It’s shocking.”
Several helpful members of our audience called out that it was sexy and one even said Santa’s elves kept getting sexier every year, but I ignored him because he’d been the elf last year. The comments had my helpful elf trying to hide his giggles, though.
Someone liked the approval he was getting.
“Shocking Santa with your lewd behavior will not get you on the nice list. Truly shocking, so I think it’s time I made an impression on you.” There’d been plenty of time for the cheeky elf to safeword, so I rubbed my gloved hand over his mostly bared ass and held his torso tight with the other.
His shiver said he liked the feel of the glove, but I knew he’d love the rest just as much. “Let’s see if we can help you be a nicer elf.”