‘Twas the night before Christmas, it was quiet, all through the house apart from the whimpering of a soundly spanked girl.

Santa was visiting his naughty girl list.

It was to be a long night of pleasure, and his red leather gloves would be worn out by his visits to spank around the world.

Starting in New Zealand, he passed through his world.  Winging his way to his most favoured place, the cattle country of Wyoming, where he knew the warmest and most special welcome would be waiting.

Where a mother and daughter existed, only to serve.