"You don't understand!" Jessica pouted. "I'm not really a kid. I'm a short adult. Some kid stole my clothes and she's getting away! I wasn't trying to cut line! I was chasing her down. Fuck this shit! She's over there taking pictures of me! I fucking have to get my clothes back! And my ID! And my phone! She's taking photos of me with my own phone! Just let me go because I don't want to sit on the Fat Man's lap."
The Elf just laughed at Jessica, holding her by the arm.
"Okay little lady, you're going to the front of the line."
"No!" Jessica fumed. "Look at her! She's the kid! Not me! Leave me the fuck alone!"
The Elf dragged Jessica to the front of the line, teasing her as she went.
"Someone dressed you up good to meet Santa Claus. Look at your white lace gloves and stockings. Your poofy white, flowered dress and those bows in your hair! And now you've gone and ruined things by acting so very naughty. Well don't worry. We can handle that naughtiness now and get you back on Santa's Nice list."
Jessica tried to escape, but the Elf dragged her to the mock building with "Santa's Workshop" above the door. Another, small sign read: "Working at turning the Naughty to Nice by getting to the bare Seat of their attitudes".
The small building was mostly empty. There was an old fashion wash basin on a shelf, a pair of chair, and a pair of people. One was a firm looking woman in her 40s dressed as Mrs. Claus and the other... The other was a guy in a rough costume. He was covered with fake fur, wore demonic looking facemask, and had a couple of fake horns on his head.
"This is all a mistake." Jessica insisted.
"It is." Mrs. Claus agreed in a harsh tone. "We're on break. AEA rules. We're closed for the next 30 minutes."
The Elf, a cute girl barely out of her teens, winced at that, but Jessica smiled.
"Well we can't go breaking the Actors' Equity Association's rules." Jessica said sweetly. "Now tell this elf to fucking let me go so I can get my real clothes back. And who the fuck is that guy supposed to be?"
"My name is Krampus. I help Mrs. Claus turn naughty little girls in to nice ones."
"That's fucking stupid." Jessica asserted. "Now I'm get out of here."
"You know, we could make an exception." Mrs. Claus said. "If she knows about the AEA then maybe she's a member."
"Yeah, I think I saw her in a couple commercials." Krampus nodded. "Okay, we can come off break for her."
"And maybe deal with this naughty Elf at the same time." Mrs. Claus suggested before smiling at Jessica. "Don't worry, we won't damage your pretty dress. It doesn't matter if it's my hairbrush or Krampus' strap, it's going to be going to be on your bare bum. Elf, get a bar of soap nice and sudsy because someone needs the filth washed out of mouth."
"No!" Jessica exclaimed. "I'm not even a kid! I'm just short! Would a kid know what AEA means?"
"I've changed my mind." Mrs. Claus said with a smile. "Elf, get her out of that dress THEN suds up a bar of soap. This little liar is getting what's coming to her."
"No!" Jessica wailed.
The Elf, a girl roughly the same age as Jessica, easily overpowered the smaller girl.
Mrs. Claus turned to Krampus.
"We can speed things up by washing her mouth out while spanking her." Mrs. Claus said. "Do you want to deal with her head or her tail?"
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