<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Emma Bond and NaughtyLisa999 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/emma-bond-and-naughtylisa999/</link><description>Recent content in Emma Bond and NaughtyLisa999 on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/emma-bond-and-naughtylisa999/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Miss Santa</title><link>/stories/2017/12/24/miss-santa/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/24/miss-santa/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“So Ms. Santa&amp;rsquo;s favourite little Elf has been naughty again! Caught and admitting masturbation yet again huh?” Ms. Santa sat behind her huge wooden desk and looked sternly at the Elf. There were long paper scrolls everywhere on the desk. Some were even unraveled and were taking up floor space making walking across Santa’s office like a minefield. It wouldn’t do to step on a list and smudge the toy the children wanted thus creating a toy delivery mistake.
To the unaware observer, the desk looked chaotic. Holly Claus sat patiently for the last fortnight, typing the names from the paper lists into her I-Phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>