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of my thighs as they curved into my ass, but I didn’t particularly want him seeing that much of me.
    “Come back here, Bruiser!”
    I wanted to stick two fingers in the air and tell him to sit on them, but my father’s job kept me in a style to which I had become accustomed.  If he lost it, I would have to find one of my own.
     
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SPANK ME, SANTA!
    My four-year-old niece Camille crossed her podgy arms, pouted her cupid-bow lips and said, “No!”
    “Camille, please darling,” my heavily-pregnant sister Diane pleaded.
    “No!” her daughter repeated, staring mulishly at the smiling Santa Claus.
    “Why not, honey?” my sister asked, looking puzzled.
    “Because he’s fat!”
    “Honey, he’s cuddly not fat!”  Diane gave Santa an apologetic smile as she crouched beside her daughter.  “All Santas are cuddly, sweetheart.  Your teddy bear, Mr Wiggles, is cuddly and you like him.”
    Camille turned and gave Santa an assessing stare before turning back to her mother and saying, “But Mommy, he’s not a teddy bear!”
    Diane straightened and caught my gaze.  I tried not to laugh, but a giggle escaped my lips.  This year’s Santa was much taller than last year’s and much fatter as well.  Camille had been younger and less discerning the year before, and had obediently sat on Santa’s lap so that my sister could take several photographs for her ever-expanding album.
    Earlier Diane had teasingly said that I should sit on Santa’s lap this year and maybe I would get my Christmas wish.  And in the ruthlessly selfish way that only small children can be without an attack of conscience, Camille had demanded that she got to sit on Santa’s lap first!  I had agreed and she had skipped merrily between her mother and me as we had approached Santa’s grotto.  But, as soon as she had seen the outsized Santa, she had changed her mind about sitting on his lap.
    I understood her reluctance—this Santa was not like the half-dead, sometimes-drunk little Santas whose laps I had sat on when I was a young girl.  This Santa was a man mountain and incredibly hot!  Okay, I have a Santa fantasy which I will explain later, but this Santa could have walked straight out of my dreams.  I knew that most of his bulk was padding, but the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his thighs were all gifts from God and his parents.
    “Auntie Laura, you go first,” my niece turned her cherubic face in my direction and gave me her most winning smile.
    “Your Mum was just joking, sweetie,” I told her gently.  “Big girls don’t sit on Santa’s lap.”
    “I’m a big girl, too,” my stubborn niece responded.  “My daddy and my mummy said that I’m a big girl now!”
    How could I argue with her?  She had been initially upset when Diane got pregnant, not wanting a sister or brother to usurp her place as the only and therefore spoilt rotten baby in our family.  Her parents in trying to prepare her for the birth of her little brother had told her she was old enough to help them look after the baby.  Now she was looking forward to the birth with as much eagerness as her parents. 
    “Laura, perhaps you can sit on Santa’s lap first and let her see that it’s okay,” my sister suggested.
    Was she mad?  She was the only other person in the world who knew about my Santa fantasy.  I had confessed my wicked desire to have Santa spank me for being a naughty girl only two months ago while I was half drunk on the night of my twenty-first birthday.  I was wet from just looking at the man.  I would probably squirm in his lap until I found his cock and rub my aching pussy against it!
     
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