She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to do this. To dress up and look like an idiot on Christmas Eve, just because her teacher was too damn good looking to say no to. What was wrong with her? He’d asked for volunteers to help with Santa’s Grotto on the 24th, and when he’d called her out for daydreaming in class again, and she’d jumped out of her skin and answered with a yes, he’d assumed automatically that she was volunteering. Damn her lack of concentration skills.

Sat on her bed, Eliza was waiting for her costume to turn up, something every volunteer had been given by Mr Haner. That was her teacher, and if he wasn’t the most gorgeous person in the school, she didn’t know who was. Chocolate brown eyes that made her melt into a puddle every time she caught their gaze, the way he smelt when he leant over to check her work in class. He seemed to do that a lot. His smirk, the way he always smiled at her when he caught her daydreaming, but had never once given her detention for it like the others. Instead he let it slide every single time.

There was a knock on the door downstairs and leaping up, Eliza jumped down the stairs until she was face to face with the wooden door, barricading her from whoever was outside. She prayed it was just a delivery guy, and her teacher hadn’t decided to go to everyone’s houses and give them their costumes. She opened the door and, much to her relief, came face to face with a bored looking man, who thrust the costume at her.

“Delivery for Eliza Hyde?”

She nodded, staring down at the hanger he’d given her. It seemed awfully small for some sort of Christmas outfit- had she been given the wrong one?

“Mr Haner told me to give you this. Don’t be late tonight” the delivery man said, and trenched off back down the driveway, kicking a few pebbles out of his way as he returned to his truck. Slowly, she closed the door and ran as fast as she could back to the sanctity of her bedroom. There she could read Mr Haner’s note in private. She didn’t want anybody else seeing what was obviously meant for her eyes only. Laying the sealed outfit on her bed, she ripped open the envelope that had been given to her and almost gasped in surprise.

Beside the note was a pendant, with a large glittering diamond adorning the front.

’Don’t disappoint me Miss Hyde. This will look beautiful with your dress tonight. B’ was all that the note said, and she gasped as she stared at the jewellery in her hand. That diamond was real- it must have cost him a fortune. Teachers didn’t make that much money, did they? Carefully, she walked over to the vanity mirror on her desk and draped the necklace around her neck, watching as the light caught in the bright diamond. He was right, it did look pretty cool.

But the dress- what did he mean by that?

Stepping away from the mirror, she walked over to the bag where her costume was trapped inside. And as she pulled open the zip to reveal the clothes inside, she gasped. Half in embarrassment and half in surprise.
Hidden was a white and red striped strapless dress, that had bits of white fur adorning the bust and the hem. Pressing it up against her body, she knew it would barely reach mid-way down her thighs. Was Mr Haner trying to hint something to her?

If he was- she’d give him what he wanted. An early Christmas present, if you will.

***

It was almost 7.45 when Eliza finally stepped into the school building, the sound of corny Christmas songs floating through the halls as people celebrated in the gym downstairs. The grotto was almost going to be separated from the rest of the party, near the teachers’ lounge. She felt a little weird walking in like it was another classroom, but then again, she was dressed like a sexy Santa’s mistress, so weirdness about walking somewhere was the least of her worries right now.

She’d been embarrassed to walk in, but something had given her a kick about Mr Haner seeing her like this, and she discarded her coat with the others, taking a few steps towards the lounge. Her feet were pinching in the red heels she’d found hiding at the back of her closet- but she didn’t care.
If this was how Mr Haner wanted her, then that was what he was going to get.

Pushing open the door to the teachers’ lounge, she found the whole thing decked out in lights and white sheets, obviously to represent snow. A huge fluffy white bear rug had been placed across the floor; something that looked so comfortable she could’ve lay down on it all evening.
Mr Haner was nowhere to be seen and as Eliza took a few steps into the grotto, she heard the door lock behind her. Frozen, she didn’t move a muscle until she felt a pair of hands on her hips, pulling her into a tight and strong body.

“You look even better that I imagined, Miss Hyde” Mr Haner’s husky, cigarette coated voice floated into her ear and she shivered, barely moving still.

“I see you received my gift too, and I was proved right again. You are really the most beautiful woman in this building” Mr Haner whispered to her as he turned her around, pressing her up against one of the cool walls and letting his hands roam freely over her body, each and every crevice and curve his hands skimmed over coming alive from his light touch.

“You don’t know what you’re unleashing, Mr Haner” Eliza whispered, knowing that with the right motivation, she could be a bitch in the bedroom. She’d had time enough to prove that.
“I don’t? Well why don’t you show me then?” he hissed, almost giving her a challenge.
She smirked and then flipped them around so he was pressed up against the wall and crushed their lips together in a rough and carnal kiss, tangling her fingers in his jet black hair and tugging until she heard a moan fall out of his throat and onto the floor.

She liked to be dominative, and she hated being disobeyed. She didn’t care much that this man was a lot older than she was, or that he had some sort of higher authority over him, she wanted to show him just how dirty Mrs Claus could really be.

“Get on your knees” she hissed, grabbing his jaw and pulling herself away from the kiss. His brown eyes widened, but he did as she asked, stumbling over to the carpet and falling onto his knees to stare up at her. She didn’t move to do anything for him for a moment, just put her hands to the back of the dress and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her in just her underwear and the Santa hat on her blonde hair. Mr Haner’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word, just let his eyes roam hungrily over her body. She walked towards him and knelt down in front of him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it over her shoulder.

“Do you think I’ve been a bad girl, Mr Haner?” she asked innocently, biting down on her lip as she started to palm his erection, which was already rock hard. In seconds, he’d pounced and she was on her stomach, him kneeling over her.

“I think you’ve been a very, very bad girl Bambi. I think you need to be punished, hm?” he replied, hooking his fingers underneath her lace underwear and pulling them down her thighs until he had them in his hands. He put them beside his shirt and then let his hands run over the mounds of flesh that was her ass, caressing the soft skin beneath his fingertips. Without warning, he brought his palm down harshly across her ass cheek, earning a yelp and then a small moan from the girl underneath him. He did it again, and she moaned a little louder still. She loved to be spanked.

“Ooohh…Mr Haner keep going!” she groaned as he grabbed his belt from his pants and brought it down roughly against her ass, loving the sounds she was making for him. He wanted to make sure it was a perfect shade of cherry red before he even thought about tasting her. And she was loving it. He loved the way she said his name, it made him feel powerful, and even more dominative. For Eliza was not the only one who liked to have control. He continued to spank her for a few minutes, feeling himself throb in his pants. If he wasn’t buried deep inside that pretty pink pussy of hers soon, he was going to cum in his pants.

The spanking stopped and Eliza felt him undo the clasps of her bra, letting her breasts fall free. His hands circled around her stomach, ignoring the burning sensation that was on her ass, and cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples. He chuckled when they hardened under his brush and moved away, pulling the girl below him onto her knees, her ass right there for him to see. Kissing slowly down her thighs, he grinned when he heard her sigh, silently pleading for him.

“Do you like when I kiss you here, Bambi?” he asked, pressing a kiss against one of her ass cheeks and she moaned, nodding slowly in reply. She couldn’t even fathom words now.
“And what about here?” he asked again, pressing a chaste kiss just beside her pussy, making her shiver and moan. He was so close to her, and she just wanted to feel him against her- she hated being teased so much.

“But I bet you love it when I kiss you here” he murmured and kissed her clit, licking at it happily as she moaned loudly for him.
“Oh Jesus! Mr Haner yes! Oh God yes!” she moaned loudly, and he pressed two fingers into her hole, pulling his tongue away so he could climb up her body until he got to her neck, where he began to lick and suck a bruise into her pale white skin.

“Naughty girls get punished, Bambi. But dirty girls get a reward. Is that what you want, Bambi? A reward?”
“Yes, yes! Please Mr Haner! Put your big hard cock in me, fuck me hard!” she cried out, begging for him. He loved when they did that.

Without wasting any time, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, shivering at her taste. She was so damn delicious, he would have to be sure to eat her properly one of these days. Without warning her, he pushed all the way in to her warmth, groaning loudly when he felt her tighten around his dick. She felt so good, he could barely keep himself still. As she moaned out for him, he started to move, thrusting in and out of her tight heat as fast as he could.
She moaned and convulsed, loving how full she felt with all of his huge dick buried deep inside of her.

“Don’t stop Mr Haner! Don’t…Oh, fuck baby- OH MY GOD!” she screamed suddenly as he hit that spot deep inside of her that made her see stars shining in front of her eyes. He grinned and started thrusting harder, abusing her spot until she was screaming at every thrust.
He could feel his balls tightening already and he knew all that he needed to push himself over the edge was to hear those pretty red lips whispering what a dirty little girl she was.

“What are you Bambi? Tell me how dirty you really are” he whispered to her as he grabbed the end of the hat on her head and pulled her up so she was arching towards him, biting down on her earlobe as she moaned loudly, her thighs clamping together in sheer pleasure. She was close too.
“I’m your filthy little bitch, Mr Haner. I’m your slut, a slut for your cock and for you! Take me, make me your bitch” she hissed through gritted teeth and not wanting to cum before she did, he let his hand snake down and rub fast circles into her clit, bringing on her orgasm as fast as he could.
“Cum for me, my filthy little bitch”

“MR HANER!” she screamed as she came all over him, shaking and moaning at every wave of pleasure that washed over her, and it was all it took for Brian to groan loudly and cum right inside of her, still rubbing circles into her clit.

It was a moment before both of them got their breath back to normal, and as he pulled out of her pussy, she smirked as she lay back down on the white carpet, dragging him down next to her.
“Jesus, Mr Haner, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had” she gasped as she panted slightly and he smiled. The pendant was still around her neck- it was the best Christmas present he could’ve given her.

“Please Bambi. My name is Brian” he said, kissing over her breasts and her jaw.
“Merry Christmas Bambi” he whispered as he kissed lightly along her jaw, running his hands over her naked body.

“Merry Christmas Brianr” she replied, shivering when she felt his hand dip between her thighs again.

If this was her Christmas present…who knew what would happen on her Birthday.