The Christmas Carol
by M.C.
A beautiful girl teaches an arrogant football star the true meaning of Christmas.


"Carol, we have a problem; and I don't know what to do about it."

The pretty college junior looked over at her friend and sorority sister and
asked," what seems to be the problem, Joyce ? "

" Well, as you know, it's only two days until the sorority's annual Christmas
party that we hold for the children at the university hospital ( the
university which Carol and Joyce attend has a very large children's wing which
specializes in treating diseases which primarily affect them. Children come
from all over the country to be treated there ). My boyfriend - Bill - usually
plays the roll of Santa Clause. Unfortunately, yesterday he came down with a
bad case of the flu. He's bedridden and there's no way he'll be well enough to
be our Santa Clause in time for the party. How can we possibly have a
Christmas party for children without a Santa Clause ? "

Carol thought for a moment. " Isn't there anyone else that can replace Bill ?
After all, dressed in a Santa costume, anyone should be able to do it."

" I wish it were that simple, Carol. But it's Christmas vacation and most of
the students are home with their families for the holidays. Santa has to be
large and jovial; not everyone has what it takes to be a good Santa you know."

" Hmm... perhaps Bill has an idea as to who we can get to replace him; it
wouldn't hurt to ask."

Bill lay on his bed in his apartment and pondered the situation. " I'm not
sure I have a solution to this, girls. Joyce is right, most of the students
have gone home for the holidays. The only person I can think of that is still
here and might make a good Santa - at least physically - wouldn't be caught
dead doing it."

" What makes you say that, Bill ?," Carol asked innocently.

" Because the person I had in mind is Ralph Richardson, the biggest,
strongest, meanest guy on the football team; and believe me, he'd never agree
to play Santa Clause."

" But, how can you be so sure if you don't ask him ? "

" Trust me on this one Carol, Ralph Richardson will *NEVER* agree to that sort
of thing. He's got what we call an 'attitude'; and that attitude would never
allow him to do this sort of thing. He likes his reputation as a macho tough
guy, and playing Santa Clause just doesn't fit his image."

"Not even for sick children ? "

" Not even for sick children," Bill responded. He then preceded to tell Carol
and Joyce a few stories about Ralph. About how he relishes his 'tough guy'
image; how he beats up on people just for fun. "He is - in short - one bad ass
son of a bitch."

" Well then, I guess this will be a Christmas without a Santa Clause," Joyce
said sadly.

Carol thought for a minute before saying," I'm not so sure about that guys; I
think I'll ask him anyway. Where can I find this Ralph Richardson ? " ( Carol
is nothing if not persistent ).

" Very well then Carol, you can ask him if you want to," Bill said. " He can
usually be found in the university's weight room at this time of the day...but
remember this, you were warned."

Carol nodded at Bill," O.K. then, I think I will...and thanks for the
warning." Bill and Joyce couldn't help but notice the strange smile Carol had
on her face when she said that. Without saying another word, the pretty girl
rose and left the room. She walked down the stairs and began heading off in
the direction of the weight room.

The large, powerfully man strained as he pushed the heavy barbells off the
stand. When he had his arms fully outstretched, he lowered the 350 pounds to
his chest and began to push it up again. So intense was his concentration that
he didn't hear the door to the weight room open and close; nor the "click" as
it was locked. When he had raised and lowered the barbells several more times,
he tried to place them back on the stand but his strength began to fail. He
struggled with his remaining strength, but was losing the battle as the
barbells slowly continued to fall. Just then, a pair of hands reached out from
behind him, grabbed the center of the bar and began to raise it up. When they
had placed the barbells back on the stand, Ralph Richardson heard a female
voice say," didn't anyone ever tell you that it's very dangerous to lift heavy
weights without spotters; it's a good thing for you I came by." Rising to his
feet, Ralph was surprised to be facing the pretty girl that had rescued
him...Carol.

" I didn't need your help," he said with more than a trace of indignation in
his voice," I had everything completely under control."

" Oh you did, did you," Carol giggled," well, in that case, I apologize for
interfering. Do you mind if I try a few lifts ? "

"Suit yourself."

Carol removed her sweatshirt - revealing her surprisingly muscular arms - and
lay down on the bench under the barbell; her long beautiful blond hair fell to
the floor. She placed one hand on each side of the bar and, with surprising
ease, raised it off the stand. With a smile of her face, Carol proceeded to
execute ten perfect bench presses without any outward sign of strain. She then
returned the barbell back to the stand. " Well, that was a nice warm-up; I
usually start out with around 375 pounds though." Carol got up and approached
the stunned Ralph. " The reason I came over here is that we're in need of a
Santa Clause for our Christmas party at the children's wing of the hospital.
It takes place the day after tomorrow and guess what ?...you've been given the
honor."

" No way babe, that's not my scene."

"But it's for the children's hospital Ralph. Surely helping to make those sick
children happy for a few hours can't be that much of an imposition on you.
Where's your Christmas spirit ? "

" Like I already told you girlie; that's not my scene...are you deaf or what ?
"

Carol sighed." In that case, let me rephrase what I just told you, Ralph. One
way or another, you're going to be our Santa Clause for this party. Either you
agree to do it voluntarily or...."

" Or what ? "

" Or I'm going to kick your ass in until you agree. I really think you ought
to reconsider Ralph; I don't really want to hurt you...but I will if I have
to."

The six foot-four inch, 260 pound football lineman began to laugh as he
towered over the five foot-eight inch, 160 pound woman. " Well then,
girlie...it looks like your going to have to kick my ass in. Cause I ain't
gonna be no Santa Clause at no kids party."

Carol comely took out a rubber band and tied her hair back into a ponytail.
She then removed her shoes. " Very well then, tough guy; have it your way."

In what must have seemed like a blur to Ralph, Carol whorled around and landed
a solid roundhouse kick to the side of his face, driving the surprised
football player backwards. She then leaped up high in the air and sent another
hard kick to his jaw; this one knocked him down. " First fall to the little
girl, tee, hee, hee."

Ralph angrily got up and charged Carol. " Damn you bitch, You'll pay dearly
for that."

When he came within range, the smaller - but amazingly strong and quick - girl
( who also happens to hold a third degree black belt in tae kwon do ) landed
yet another lightning fast kick to Ralph's head, several hard thrusts into his
stomach followed and then one more kick to his face; knocking him down again.
" It's a good thing he'll be wearing a long white Santa beard for the party,"
Carol thought to herself," it'll cover up most of the swelling and bruises
I'll be giving him. Still, I suppose I should lighten up a bit; after all, he
can't be Santa if he's in the emergency ward, can he ? "

Ralph got up slowly this time. Carol smiled at him." Ralphie, I think you are
desperately in need of a lesson in humility. So, in honor of the upcoming
Christmas holiday, I'm going to give you a free lesson. Someday, you'll thank
me for this." Carol then hurled herself at the stunned man and, in the short
space of about two minutes, hit the large bully with at least thirty kicks and
punches; battering him around the weight room. She was pulling her punches
though, so as not to inflict too much damage. She was also avoiding sensitive
areas like the groin; she only strikes there when facing multiple opponents.
Carol is not a mean or cruel person by nature. In fact, most of the people who
know her would be shocked to learn that she was beating up the toughest guy at
the university. But she also understood that sometimes - such as now - a good
beating is necessary to make one's point; and Carol isn't one to shy away from
it when she feels it's necessary. Ralph would learn his lesson, and the
children would get their Santa Clause; of that she had no doubt.

" WHAM," for the umpteenth time, Carol slammed her lethal foot against the
side of Ralph's face; knocking him flat on his back. This time he did not get
up though. He just laid there, staring up at the ceiling in shock. Carol stood
over the battered man with her hands of her hips. " Well, the first part of
your lesson appears to be over...now we can begin your training." She went
over to where the 350 pound barbell was and lifted it off the stand. Without
too much of a strain, the amazingly strong girl carried it over to where Ralph
lay and placed it across his stomach. She then took another barbell that must
have weighed 300 pounds and placed it across his ankles. Carol giggled as she
went about placing heavy weights all over him. A few minutes later, Ralph was
hopelessly pinned under more than 1000 pounds of dumbbells.

" Well Ralphie, you seem to have gotten yourself into something of a bind
here, tee, hee, hee." Carol knew that in order to make him do what she wanted
him to do, his will had to be completely broken. Simply beating him up, by
itself, wouldn't do the trick. Her experience has taught her that the best way
to bring a macho man to his knees is to humiliate him; destroy the image he
has of himself. With him helplessly trapped underneath the weights, Carol
removed her shorts and panties. She then sat down on his face and positioned
her rear end over his nose." Now Ralphie, it's time for your humility lesson."
For the next half hour, Carol teased and humiliated the once proud man
relentlessly. Having already beaten him up physically, she now went about
destroying his ego. She removed his clothes and dressed him in her panties.
She threatened to show everybody at the university how easily she can beat him
up and would force him to walk through the entire campus wearing only her
panties after the students returned from their holiday break. She also
threatened to spank him in public for being a 'naughty boy'. Carol was
battering his ego as easily as she had battered his body. After about 30
minutes of this humiliation at the hands of the much smaller girl, Ralph
Richardson, the mighty and feared football star, broke him down until he began
to cry. She had done it. In less than an hour, Carol had reduced this rough,
tough bully into a helpless crybaby. " Aw, what's the matter Ralphie - was the
little girl too tough for the big, bad macho man ? " Carol knew that Ralph was
now hers to command; that he'd do whatever she demanded of him.

" Please stop humiliating me," he sobbed," I'll be the Santa Clause at your
party. I'll do anything you ask, but please stop this." Tears were rolling
down his cheeks as he pathetically pleaded with his beautiful tormentor. Carol
giggled, " but of course you will Ralphie; you see, you've been trained." She
got up and removed the weights from him. He remained on the floor, dressed
only in her panties, crying." The bigger they are, the harder they fall,"
Carol sighed to herself." She reached down and helped Ralph to his feet, then
led him over to a wall mirror. Standing in front of it she said," Ralph honey,
please bring me my hairbrush." Meekly he did as he was told. By the time he
returned, she had taken off the rubber band from her hair, letting it fall
down over her shoulders and halfway down her back. " Now be a good boy and
brush my pretty hair, Ralphie."

For the next ten minutes, the massive man, dressed only in a woman's panties,
obediently brushed Carol's hair while she flexed her muscles in front of the
mirror. When she was satisfied that Ralph's old macho ego had been completely
squashed, Carol turned to him and said," O.K. Ralphie, this concludes your
lesson for today. I expect to see you at the children's wing of the hospital
the day after tomorrow at twelve noon sharp! You're to be dressed in a Santa
Clause costume with a long white beard. You'll be happy and merry, treat the
children the way Santa should and make them feel special...as they should on
Christmas; is that clear ? Now, you can give me back my panties and dress
yourself." Carol watched as the large, broken form of Ralph Richardson slowly
put his clothes back on. She smiled on a job well done." Yes," Carol said to
herself," he'll make a great Santa Clause indeed."

"It's settled," Carol announced to Joyce and Bill when she returned to Bill's
apartment." Ralph Richardson has agreed to be our Santa Clause for the
Christmas party."

" I - I don't know how you managed to do that," the stunned Bill said." I
would have bet good money that that was impossible. Ralph's never gone out of
his way for anybody else, at least not since I've known him.

"Yes, Carol," Joyce chimed in," how on earth did you manage it ? "

Carol flashed them both a pretty smile." Oh, I don't know really. Perhaps it
was just the spirit of the Christmas season; you know, 'Peace on Earth,
Goodwill towards everyone (men)'. Anyway, you'll have to excuse me now, I've
got some last minute Christmas shopping to do." As Carol left the apartment,
Joyce and Bill heard her singing, " Tis' the season to be jolly,
fa,la,la,la,la,la,la,lal,la..."

The Christmas Party

The children's ward of the hospital was lavishly embellished with the usual
Christmas decorations. In the center of the large recreation hall stood a
Christmas tree and beneath it were dozens of presents for all the children.
Throughout the hall several of Santa's helpers - girls from Carol and Joyce's
sorority dressed in sexy elf outfits - passed out refreshments and other
goodies for the children and their parents. Christmas songs were sung; the
atmosphere was very festive. But clearly the star of the show, the one who
held all the kid's attention, was the large, jovial Santa Clause. He seemed to
be a natural as he circulated amongst the children; telling jokes and handing
out presents. At his side throughout the party was his 'special'
helper...Carol. The party lasted all afternoon and well into the evening. The
girls of the sorority were all in agreement - it was their best party ever.
And that was due largely to the presence of the Santa Clause.

Later that night, as Ralph returned to his dorm room and was removing his
Santa Clause outfit, there was a knock on his door. When he opened it, Ralph
was surprised to be staring at the smiling, pretty face of his little helper,
Carol - still dressed in her sexy elf costume. Without waiting for an
invitation, she entered his room. " Well Ralphie, you were the smash hit of
our Christmas party...I'm very proud of you. Was I imagining things, or were
you actually enjoying yourself ? "

Ralph, standing before her - half naked - struggled with his feelings of
ambivalence. On the one hand, he couldn't forget that this little girl that he
outweighed by 100 pounds, completely battered and totally humiliated him only
two days ago. But, in so doing, she opened up a side of him that he didn't
even know existed anymore; a side that he had repressed for so long...ever
since his mother died of cancer when he was only nine years old. He did enjoy
himself at the party. In fact, he had to admit - to himself at least - that it
was the most 'pure' joy (as opposed to the transient joy that winning a
football game brings) that he had experienced in many, many years. But, how
could he bring himself to thank the girl that had humiliated him so ? He just
couldn't do it.

Carol sensed, through her woman's intuition, what was wrong...and what she
must do now. Taking Ralph by the hand, she began to lead him in the direction
of his bedroom. " Wh-what are you doing ?" he asked nervously.

"Ralph honey, in the past two days, I've been your tormentor, your teacher,
and your little helper. Tonight, I'm going to be your Christmas Carol."