It’s that season again, so on this St. Nicholas Day, bootlicker offers a special poetic present for everyone reading Richard’s remarkable sites. It is humbly dedicated to that merciless muse of masochists, Mistress Judy of Austin, Texas, but I hope, Richard, that you can make it available to as wide an audience as possible, with the warmest (!) compliments of the season to all.
’Twas the night before Christmas at Mistress Judy’s;
Her slaves bustled about, performing their duties.
Mistress was nestled, asleep, in Her bed,
Getting some rest for the big night ahead.
Two slaves were busy cleaning Her whips,
Kissing each lash with worshipping lips.
Two others were taking infinite pains,
Shining and oiling the great dungeon chains.
Tongue-shining Her boots ‘til they glowed,
Her personal bootlicker, a miserable toad.
Assistant Mistress Cook, in the kitchen,
Supervised slaves with whippin’ and switchin’
As they prepared the Christmas meats,
Holiday cakes and plenty of sweets.
Four naked slaves were cleaning the rooms
Using their tongues as mops and as brooms.
All of this preparation, because
Tonight was a visit from old Santa Claus.
Once a year, on his annual holiday trip,
Santa comes here for Judy to whip.
Nobody knows, but masochist Nick
Once begged Mistress Judy to punish his prick..
Now, he visits Her each year when he can,
And She castigates Santa for being a man.
In front of Her slaves, Santa strips to the buff,
Then kneels at Her feet to worship Her muff
While She whips his fat butt full of lard
Until it’s red, Santa‘s dick is hard,
And Mistress has climaxed three of four times.
She’ll chastise this male for his crimes.
That’s when the punishment session’s begun:
Now is when Mistress really has fun.
She cuffs Santa’s hands safe at his back,
And taking Her whip, gives his peter a whack!.
The big fat elf screams in agony and pain,
Then whispers, “Please Mistress, do it again.”
Mistress Judy smiles, whipping the old guy’s dick
Standing out there, so stiff, long and thick..
He howls and weeps, for mercy he cries,
Mistress knows it’s an act and he lies.
Besides, She enjoys such a wonderful gift;
Punishing peckers always gives Her a lift.
Men are scum, Mistress Judy once said,
Planting Her boot on some stupid male’s head,
She then whipped his cock, gave him what-for,
Only to have the fool beg Her for more.
The guy asked Santa the next December,
Could Judy again whip his penitent member?
Santa knew then that’s what he needed,
So he went to see Judy, he groveled and pleaded
For Her delicious, wicked whip’s touch.
“Please, Mistress Judy, I need it so much!”
So now, every Christmas, Santa’s Judy’s guest,
She whips him an hour, and you know the rest:
Feasting and fun, those fine Christmas dinners
And plenty of wonderful sin for the sinners.
Mistress Judy’s, of course, off the naughty list,
And Santa Claus gets hugged and kissed.
Gifts for the Mistress, oh, my, gifts galore,
Even mint canes for the slaves on the floor.
And when he leaves, it’s “Merry, Happy Christmas,
And thank You again, Most Magnificent Mistress.”