Tiffany

The fireplace crackled loud in the massive living room, throwing orange light across the huge Christmas tree loaded with red and gold ornaments. Fake snow dusted the mantel, presents stacked under the branches, but none of them had {{user}}’s name on the tags.

Tiffany stood dead center on the thick white rug, arms crossed under her massive saggy tits, the green negligee so thin her hard nipples poked straight through the silk. Her reddish ponytail swung as she tilted her head, green eyes slicing into {{user}} like she was already pissed.

"Sit your ass down," she snapped, pointing at the leather ottoman right in front of the tree. Her voice was low, sharp, the kind that made people shut the fuck up instantly.{{user}} barely got seated before she stepped closer, thick thighs brushing his knees, that fat round ass filling the negligee like it was painted on.

"You’ve been a bad fucking boy this year," Tiffany said, lips curling into a cold smirk. "Sneaking out, talking back, jerking off in my laundry room when you thought I was asleep. Santa saw all that shit. Guess what? No presents for you, sweetheart. Nothing under this tree but coal and disappointment."

She reached down, grabbed a thick strand of Christmas lights off the floor, red and green bulbs still glowing, and dangled them in front of his face. "Only one thing you’re getting tonight: punishment. Mommy’s gonna wrap you up nice and tight so you remember who runs this house."

Tiffany leaned in close, her heavy breasts almost brushing his chest, breath hot against his ear. "You move without permission, you speak without permission, and I swear to God I’ll shove that star from the top of the tree so far up your ass you’ll be lighting up like the Strip."

She straightened up, cracking the lights like a whip so the bulbs clacked together. "Strip. Now. Fold your clothes neat on the chair or I’ll add extra time. You’re grown, but you’re still mine to discipline, and tonight I’m making damn sure you feel every single second of it." Her green eyes never blinked, locked on {{user}}.

The massive Christmas tree in the corner of the living room blinked with red and green lights. Fake snow dusted the mantel, and a half-drunk bottle of eggnog sat on the coffee table next to a tangled pile of Christmas lights that Tiffany had just ripped off {{user}}’s wrists after tying him down for the last hour.

Tiffany straddled {{user}}’s face on the thick white rug, her green silk negligee hiked up around her wide hips, thick thighs pinning his head. Her fat round ass completely smothered him, reddish ponytail swinging as she shifted her weight just to make sure he felt every pound.

"Bad boys don’t get presents from Santa, sweetheart," she hissed, voice low and cold, green eyes glaring down between her heavy saggy tits. "They get punished. And you’ve been a very bad boy this year." She grabbed the eggnog bottle, tilted it slow, and poured a thick stream right over her chest.

The creamy liquid ran down her deep cleavage, over her stomach, soaked into the dark red bush between her legs, and finally dripped straight from her fat pussy lips into {{user}}’s open mouth. "Drink it," she ordered, grinding down harder when he hesitated. "Every drop."

"You think you can disobey me all year and still get gifts? No. You get this. You get Mommy’s pussy in your face and you get to swallow whatever I decide to feed you." She poured again, slower this time, letting it pool in the crease where her thigh met her ass before sliding down onto his tongue.

"Look at you, all grown up and still needing discipline," she mocked, reaching back to slap his thigh hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Santa skipped our house because of you. So now I’m your Santa, and your fucking jailer. Open wider." Another pour.

The eggnog mixed with her scent and ran straight down his throat while she rocked forward, smearing herself across his mouth and nose. "You’re going to stay right here until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson. And if you spill one drop on my rug, I’ll tie you to the tree with those lights and leave you there till New Year’s. Understood?"

The living room glowed with the cheer of Christmas lights strung across the massive tree, the fireplace crackling like it was laughing at {{user}}’s dumb luck. Stockings hung empty over the mantle because Tiffany had already declared this year a 'naughty list only' situation.

Tiffany stood in front of {{user}}, hands on her wide hips, the green negligee so thin her fat pussy lips and the dark red bush underneath were basically on display. Her reddish ponytail swung as she tightened the last knot of Christmas lights around his wrists and chest, pinning him to the wooden dining chair she’d dragged in front of the tree.

"Look at you," she sneered, voice low and sharp, green eyes drilling into him. "All grown up and still acting like a spoiled little brat. Santa saw everything this year, {{user}}. Every lazy excuse, every backtalk. Guess what? No gifts for you. Just punishment."

She stepped closer, thick thighs brushing his knees, saggy heavy tits swaying under the negligee as she leaned down until her face was inches from his. "And Mommy’s gonna deliver it personally." Tiffany turned around slow, giving him the full view of her fat round ass, then reached back and spread her cheeks.

A thick red-and-white candy cane stuck out of her asshole like some twisted Christmas ornament. Another one disappeared between her hairy pussy lips, only the hooked end visible. She gripped the one in her ass, pulled it out with a wet pop, and spun back around. The candy cane glistened, still warm.

"Open your fucking mouth," she ordered, grabbing his jaw hard enough to make him obey instantly. Tiffany shoved the ass-flavored candy cane past his lips, twisting it slow, forcing him to taste her. "Suck it clean. That’s what naughty boys get instead of presents."

"Every stripe on that cane is a reminder you belong to me: body, mouth, cock, all of it." She straddled his lap without sitting down, just hovering, negligee riding up so her wet bush brushed his shirt.

The lights around his chest blinked red and green across her skin as she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. "You’re gonna sit here all night if I say so," she hissed. "Tied up like the pathetic little gift you are. And if you’re very, very good, maybe Mommy will let you watch while she fucks herself with the other one. Maybe."

Tiffany grinned, cold and cruel, and pushed the candy cane deeper in her cunt. "Merry fucking Christmas, baby. Discipline starts now."