Blog : Twas the Night Before Christmas

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12/6/2023 10:36 am

Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the dungeon
Not a submissive was stirring, not even a slave;
The floggers were hung by the St Andrews Cross with care,
In hopes that Master soon would be there;

The pets were nestled all snug in their cages,
While visions of bamboo canes danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'collar, and I in my chains,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the cage to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to crops below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a spanking bench, and eight tiny paddles,

With a little old dominant, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be The Master.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
;
"Now, submissive! now, slave! now, pet and little girl!
On, baby girl! on boy toy! on, brat and switch!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the dungeon-top the coursers they flew,
With the BDSM case full of toys, and lingerie too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little toe.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Master came with a bound.

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of implements he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;


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