The Night Before Christmas 4

Chapter 4

DSL ladies, my mom, even Mrs. Stephenson laughed—my sister too, at her predicament, except for Evan. She wiggled slightly for effect, earning playful whistles and cheers from the group. “Happy now?” she muttered while in naughty position – nose to the floor, ass up.

Her Rider, Marty delivered three spanks with a leather strap – hard enough to turn my sister’s butt rosy pink. The group had several Christmas-themed paddles made of leather or wood, which they passed around. They weren’t big or intimidating, designed perfectly for a quick, harmless pop on the butt. Yet, my sister’s big smile even through the pain, surprised me – what kind of punishment was this?

What stood out to me most of all was the frowny shame face my sister made when she got the spankings for trying to console me. I shouldn’t have laughed at my sister’s humiliation—but it was funny.

What struck me was how the group seemed to have a double standard. The same rule didn’t apply to me, and I didn’t ask why—mostly because I didn’t want to end up being “Rudolph,” the ninth reindeer at this party.

“Delirious!” Mom laughed, holding her sides as she doubled over. She raised her glass in a playful salute. “That’s what I call taking one for the team!”

I stood there, still half-dazed, wondering if I’d somehow missed another joke. The tequila taste lingered faintly on my lips, and my thoughts circled back to the kiss. Had I done it right? Was it too much or not enough? I couldn’t tell if the laughter around me was for Harley’s antics or if they were still buzzing about my awkward debut in tongue-kissing time debut.

Eddie’s voice cut through the noise, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Hey, Nick!” He held up a shot glass, grinning like a wolf. “Half a shot for surviving the family kissy-face gauntlet. You earned it, son.”

Before I could protest, someone in the group shouted, “Oh, c’mon, he deserves at least half!”

“Agreed!” Daisy chimed in, leaning forward with her signature mischievous grin. “It’s a rite of passage.”

The group cheered as Eddie poured half a shot and held it out to me. My fingers hovered over the glass, hesitating. “Uh … I’m not sure—”

“Nick!” Mom interrupted; her tone playful but firm. “You made it this far. Just take the damn shot. If anything, it’ll help you recover.”

The laughter picked up again, and before I could second-guess myself, I threw the shot back. The burn hit sharper than I expected, and I coughed, which earned me teasing jeers and a few claps on the back.

“Welcome to adulthood, kid!” Eddie said, still grinning.



Meanwhile, Harley, still in her awkward position, groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. “I don’t even get a consolation shot for being nose-down on Christmas Eve?”

“You?” Mom fired back; her grin practically glowing. “Naughty girls who break party rules, don’t get Santa cumming down their chimney!”

Mom’s double-entendre cracked up the group – but it struck me as incredibly forward to the point there was no doubt she meant getting fucked.

Harley groaned dramatically, her nose brushing the floor as she wiggled her rear in mock surrender. “I’m going to write to Santa, and he’s going to put lumps of coal up your butts on Christmas morning,” she pouted, her voice dripping with exaggerated despair and a bratty lisp.

Mrs. Sanderson leaned forward while the others were laughing, “Please tell us that wasn’t your first French kiss, Nick.”

The room went still for a heartbeat before erupting into a fresh wave of laughter. My face burned brighter than the tequila in my throat. “What? No! Of course not!” I blurted out, but the way my voice cracked gave me away.

“Oh, honey,” Daisy chimed in, wiping at her eyes as she caught her breath. “I’m sorry if your mom was your first kiss. If it’s any consolation, mine was so long ago I can’t even remember it—but you definitely won’t forget this one.”

Mom, sitting cross-legged with her elbows propped casually on her knees, grinned and leaned forward. “You need more practice. Your tongue is a little wet for my taste. But soft lips, Nick. Well done.”

“Mom!” I groaned, my face heating up even more – I could only imagine my father and sister’s reaction. “Do you really have to—” I stopped, shaking my head. “Never mind. I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

The laughter around me didn’t falter, and Mom leaned back with a satisfied smile, clearly enjoying the moment. “Honey, You’ve seen me beg to let any man at this party swap me for his wife, you know what that means. You’ve seen my entire ass, pussy, tits – there is no unseeing that. You’ve seen me squat to eat while Daisy fed me like a baby bird, and it’s EARLY yet. I think I can keep your secret if you keep mine. What happens at the Christmas party stays at the party.”

The group immediately echoed, “What happens at Twatmas, stays at the Twatmas!” in unison, their laughter roaring like a wave. I surmised that was obviously a core component of why some of the women felt free to behave in such humiliating ways – it wouldn’t ruin their reputations.

I still didn’t fully understand why the women were so open to being humiliated and why the men subjected them to it – but Daisy was the one who fed my mother. I hadn’t seen the red and green team swap session as the girl’s begging to be chosen – I saw it more like the men made them get auctioned off. It was clear that I didn’t fully understand the dynamic at work.

Mom shrugged casually, her grin widening. “Besides, there are plenty of girls here who will happily help you with your technique a little later.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that – there were a lot of pretty women here, and Blitzen’s eyes twinkled when I glanced up at her face after my mother suggested that. I didn’t want to seem overly eager, but that sounded good to me.

The room began to settle into a new rhythm as someone near the speakers shouted, “Play something fun!” Seconds later, the opening riff of Journey’s “Any Way You Want It” blasted through the air, drawing immediate cheers from the group.

By the time the chorus hit, everyone was singing—badly, but enthusiastically. “ANY WAY YOU WANT IT, THAT’S THE WAY YOU NEED IT, ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!” Even Eddie, who I thought was too cool to sing along, was belting out the words, pointing dramatically toward different people in the circle.

I didn’t know why, but in that moment, I felt the song hit differently. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of the night or how uninhibited everyone seemed, but I found myself humming along. It was hard not to get swept up in the energy.

The mistletoe game picked up speed again as the song faded into the background. Gary spun the stick, and it landed squarely on Eddie. The room erupted into laughter, and Eddie stood up with an exaggerated flourish.

“Well, Gary,” Eddie teased, smirking as he stretched. “The boy just kissed his beautiful mom, and you’re complaining about kissing my Hershey highway? How about we invite your mom to this next Christmas party? Think she’d be up for the challenge?”

Gary groaned, his face going beet red as the group egged him on. “Alright, alright! Let’s get this over with,” he muttered.

Eddie spun on his heel and leaned forward dramatically, pointing to the very center of his posterior. “Right here, big guy. Show me what you’ve got! And remember, this is a no-peck zone. Put your heart into it.”

The room roared with laughter as Gary grudgingly leaned down and planted a quick but solid kiss. Eddie straightened with a mockingly dreamy sigh. “Gary, I felt the love. Next year, you and I are riding the same sleigh.” The group broke into cheers, and Gary retreated to his seat, muttering about needing another drink even though he just had two stiff tequila shots.

I noticed Eddie wasn’t doing full pours. It was more about just having the shot together than it was getting drunk—or maybe they were just pacing themselves.

The room erupted in laughter after the next spin landed on Evan, Donder’s boyfriend. Eddie, never missing a beat, held the mistletoe stick high, his grin as wide as ever. “Well, well, lover boy,” he teased. “Looks like you’ve got some holiday magic to spread.”

Evan hesitated, glancing nervously at Donder, who was still stuck in the naughty position. “Oh my,” he muttered, clearly unsure how to proceed.

Donder peeked up from the floor, her expression a mix of teasing and exasperation. “If my brother can do it, you can do it!” she declared, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect. “Now go on, Evan. Don’t embarrass me.”

Eddie swung the mistletoe stick like a scepter, tapping her playfully on the rear. “Three slaps, ass up!” he announced, his voice dripping with theatrical glee.

The group counted together as Evan dutifully delivered three light slaps, each one earning an exaggerated groan from Donder. “Happy now?” she grumbled, wiggling her hips for effect.

Evan let out this heavy sigh, his eyes darting nervously toward Harley like he was begging for backup. She gave him that easy smile of hers, tilting her head a little like she was letting him in on some secret. “Don’t stress it, Evan,” she said, her voice calm but just loud enough for me to catch. “Do whatever feels right. Nobody here’s gonna judge, and anyway, what happens here stays here.”

Evan nodded like he was convincing himself more than agreeing with my sister. He still looked jittery, but her words seemed to steady him just enough to step up. I felt a little bad for the guy – but then again, he was about to kiss my mom right in front of me and my father.

Mom stood with an inviting smile, her confidence radiating. “Relax, sweetie. It’s just a kiss. And trust me—it’s a good one.”

The group collectively “Ooohed!” as Evan stepped closer. His arms hesitated before finally wrapping gently around her. Mom leaned in, her lips meeting his with a slow, deliberate intensity.

The kiss lingered, deepening as she pressed into him. Her hand slid up to his shoulder, pulling him closer. Evan stiffened briefly before leaning into her touch, his initial nerves melting into the moment.

The room’s energy shifted, the teasing giving way to hoots and cheers. When they finally broke apart, Mom’s cheeks were flushed, her grin mischievous. “See? Not so bad, right?” Her tone was playful, but the gleam in her eye suggested she had committed more than expected.

Eddie raised the tequila bottle high, his voice booming. “Hold on! We can’t let that slide without a proper toast.”

Mom took a glass with a raised brow, her grin sly. “What are we toasting to, Eddie? My spectacular kissing skills?”

“To Christmas magic!” Eddie declared. “And to Evan for stepping up.”

The crowd erupted in a chorus of “Merry Christmas!” as glasses clinked together. Evan and Mom downed their shots, and the laughter resumed.

Mom tapped her lips thoughtfully, then pretended to fan herself with her hand. “Donder, you’ve got a keeper there,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “I’d wash his clothes on a rock by hand for another kiss like that.” She sank to the floor with exaggerated flair. “Ooh, I might need to sit down. That one got me.”

Donder huffed, pushing herself onto her knees, her sass fully intact. “Who kisses better, her or me, Evan?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes. “And think carefully—I’m not going to make it easy on you.”

Evan playfully threw his hands up in surrender. “I plead the fifth on the grounds it will get my butt kicked!”

Dad leaned back with mock exasperation, leveling a playful glare at Evan. “Hey now, you don’t see me kissing your girlfriend and trying to make her blush, do you?”

Mom immediately joined in with her trademark sass. “And on a night when I’m riding Eddie’s sleigh instead of yours, Steven,” she teased my father, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The room burst into laughter, and Daisy let out a low whistle of approval.

Eddie, never one to miss an opportunity, pointed the mistletoe stick at Daisy. “You get turned on so much during the day, they should call you Showerhead.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Daisy’s grin widened. She leaned forward with mock indignation. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t be out here chasing so much cock if you could keep me satisfied, Eddie!”

Eddie feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.