In the enchanting workshop nestled in the North Pole, Mrs. Claus, adorned in sleek latex with a Santa hat perched atop her head, held a stern expression as she gazed at Santa Claus. The cozy room was adorned with a festive Christmas tree, casting a warm glow across the scene.
"Santa," Mrs. Claus spoke, her tone carrying a mix of authority and determination. "Don't be swayed by my festive attire and the holiday cheer. This is not a time for merriment; it's a moment of retribution."

Christmas after Christmas, Santa had a habit of playfully tying up his wife and placing her under ...

In the enchanting workshop nestled in the North Pole, Mrs. Claus, adorned in sleek latex with a Santa hat perched atop her head, held a stern expression as she gazed at Santa Claus. The cozy room was adorned with a festive Christmas tree, casting a warm glow across the scene.
"Santa," Mrs. Claus spoke, her tone carrying a mix of authority and determination. "Don't be swayed by my festive attire and the holiday cheer. This is not a time for merriment; it's a moment of retribution."

Christmas after Christmas, Santa had a habit of playfully tying up his wife and placing her under the tree. Despite her repeated objections and established boundaries, he seemed to find amusement in this tradition. Mrs. Claus, however, had meticulously planned for this day. She had secured the doors, leaving no escape route for Santa.

"This," she declared, "is your Christmas present, Santa. No more binding me on Christmas Eve. I'm uncertain if this punishment will truly make you comprehend, but if you persist, the consequences will only intensify."

With a jingle of cuffs in her hands, Mrs. Claus made it clear that compliance was non-negotiable. Santa reluctantly removed his traditional suit, leaving only the iconic hat atop his head.

A giant red ballgag appeared in Mrs. Claus's hands. "It's time for you to experience the discomfort of oversized gags," she stated firmly, securing it in place. Santa assumed a vulnerable position on all fours as Mrs. Claus wielded a crop, coloring his cheeks to match those depicted on holiday cards.

Mrs. Clause reveals a latex glove, expressing her awareness of Santa's alleged antics with the elves. The metal whipping instrument followed. Mrs. Claus questioned Santa's commitment to ending the ritual, skepticism evident in her eyes.

Gag removed, she declared, "I'm going to use that mouth of yours." A chastity device emerged, restricting Santa's ability to indulge in self-pleasure. Mrs. Claus, now equipped with a sizable strapon, asserted her dominance!