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Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Four

By Eleanor Powell | December 18, 2009

The story so far:

Merrilee is at the North Pole – about to be interviewed for the position of Secretary to Father Christmas.

She has already been spanked for poor timekeeping.

Now she is ten minutes late – deliberately. Is she going to end up with a sore bottom again, as she hopes?

Now Read On ……

Forty minutes later she knocked on Father Christmas’s study door, ‘Come in.’ he shouted. ‘Hello Merrilee, glad you could make it.’ Father Christmas glanced at his watch as she entered. ‘You are trying my patience my dear, you’re ten minutes late.’

‘So, what’s the rush?’ she asked cheekily.

‘It’s nothing to do with being in a rush, although we are a bit behind schedule,’ he explained. ‘No, it’s darned bad manners on your part,’ he went on. ‘What you need young lady, is another session over my knee.’

‘Yes, yes, yes, please spank me,’ she silently prayed

‘But don’t worry; I’m not going to spank you this time.’

Her disappointment must have shown on her face, because he laughed. ‘Seems my dear, being spanked is pleasure for you, not punishment. Now, let’s get on with the interview.’

She pouted her bottom lip, but sat quietly waiting for the interview to start.

‘Thank you Merrilee for applying for the job,’

‘You’re welcome,’ she said, which was a bit difficult – with her bottom lip being stuck out.

‘What I was looking for was somebody who can read and reply to letters.’

‘I’m a qualified secretary,’ she said.

‘Yes, I know, you told me that when you applied for the job,’ he glanced down at the letter in front of him. ‘In fact, you are over qualified. You’ll be handwriting the letters, each letter will need an individual reply, depending on what is said in the letter.’

‘How many letters?’ she asked.

‘Never counted them, probably in the billions.

‘Billions,’ she echoed.

‘Mother Christmas managed to get through them in no time at all.’

‘Why isn’t she doing them this year?’

‘She left me two months ago. She said she was fed up with the cold.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that, were you married long?’

‘Yes, our millionth anniversary was coming up next March.’

‘Awww shame.’ She said sympathetically. ‘But if I have to handwrite all those letters, I’ll never be able to get through them.’

‘I know, you’re right.’ He gave a big sigh. Do you know how to use a photocopier?’

‘Yes, yes of course, why?’

‘You just have to write the one letter and copy the rest,’ he said triumphantly.

‘But, you said they needed individual replies.’

‘I did, but until you get the hang of it, maybe I need to lower my standards a bit.’

‘Who are these letters from,’ she asked.

‘Children of all ages, anyone who believes in me.’

‘Pete my husband doesn’t believe in you.’

‘How do you know?’ he asked.

‘He once told me, that when he was five he sent you a letter, and he never did get the fire engine he’d asked for.’

‘Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that,’ he said. ‘Can’t imagine what happened there, anyway, let’s get on with the interview.’

‘Okay, you also mentioned in your advert, about filing,’ she said.

‘Yes, that is very important. Every letter has to be filed in alphabetical order.’

‘I’m not afraid of hard work,’ she said, ‘but I think you’re asking for the impossible.’

‘Not at all,’ he answered. ‘With a bit of magic and a lot of organisation, we can do it.’

‘Right, I’m willing to try, if you want me to do it.’ She said.

‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘You’re a good girl.’

‘Not sure Pete would agree with that, but when do you want me to start?’

‘Immediately.’

‘Would it be ok if I discuss it with Pete before I answer?’

‘Thought you might say that. Close your eyes.’ He clapped his hands. ‘You can open your eyes now.’

‘Pete,’ she squealed. He stood there, all six foot four, his dark hair looking as usual, like it had never been combed.

‘Hi my sweet.’ He smiled down at her. ‘I’ve taken leave from work, so I’m here to help you.’

‘That’s wonderful,’ she said. ‘Father Christmas, yes I can start right away.’

‘Glad you’re here to help Pete,’ said Father Christmas. ‘Are you any good at toymaking?’

‘Yes, I used to make toys for my brothers and sisters. I was the eldest of five of us.’

‘Even better,’ said Father Christmas. ‘You can join my elves in the workshop.’

Merrilee had a giggling fit. ‘I can just see you in green leggings and a pointed hat.’

‘Watch it my sweet, elf or no elf, I can still give you a good spanking.’

‘I’ve never been spanked by an elf,’ she said, quite liking the idea. Father Christmas please give him his elf outfit.’

‘Excuse me Father Christmas,’ Pete said, ‘but this cheeky little madam needs sorting out, otherwise, she’s going to be impossible to work with.’

‘That’s fine Pete, you carry on. ‘I’ll just go and see if your elf suit is back from the laundry yet.’

After he had gone, Pete said to Merrilee,

‘Sorry I’m not wearing my elf uniform my sweet, but that naughty bottom of yours needs some urgent attention.’

Sticking her tongue out at him she said, ‘It takes a man not an overgrown elf.’

And she ran across the office, squeezing herself in to a small space behind the filing cabinet.

Pete strode purposefully towards her ……

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