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The rambling muttering of an old man.

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5 years ago. December 18, 2019 at 12:50 AM

'Twas the night before Kinkmas, when all through the dungeon

Not a slave was stirring, not even their nose;

The whips and floggers were hung by the wrack with care,

In hopes that St. Sadie soon would be there;

The littles were nestled all snug in their binkies;

While visions of coloring books danced in their heads;

And Domina in her boots, and I in my leather,

Had just settled our slaves for a long winter's play,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my lounger 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature carriage and eight tiny pony-girls,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment she must be St. Sadie.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Sadie came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,

And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys she had flung on her back,

And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.

Her eyes—how they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry!

Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!

Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the paddle at her hip was studded in rows;

She had a sweet face and a generous bust;

That shook when she laughed, like a slaves knees must.

She was hawt and laughing, a right jolly ol' gal,

And I laughed when I saw her, a good Sadist, my pal;

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,

And spanked all the esses; then turned with a jerk,

And laying her finger aside of her nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to her carriage, to her team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight—

MERRY KINKMAS TO A/aLL AND TO A/aLL A GOOD NIGHT !!!

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