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Father Christmas had been hand spanking Merrilee in the belief that it might help her to work harder, because compared to Mother Christmas she didn’t get through anything like the number of sacks that Mother Christmas usually got through.

She was still dangling over Father Christmas’s knee but he had stopped spanking her and she thought her spanking was over however she was wrong.

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Father Christmas pulled his belt out of it loops and started swinging his right arm. Merrilee’s already sore red bottom became even sorer and redder.

She lost count of the number of times the belt made contact with her bottom; it seemed to go on forever.

Then he tossed aside the belt and finished her spanking with his hand.

Pulling her to her feet he said, ‘Right I must go and make sure everything is ready.’

He went down to the Reindeer Stable to check that the reindeer were fed and watered, ready for their long night of deliveries.

‘Dasher, Prancer, Dancer, Vixen, Comet, Donner, Blitzien, Cupid,’ he called out. ‘Are you all ready?’

As he called each name, the reindeer would shout, ‘Here Father Christmas.’
‘Rudolph, is Rudolph here?’

‘He went down to the battery shop, he needed a new battery for his nose,’ said Dancer helpfully.

‘Good, good,’ said Father Christmas absentmindedly.

As it became dark, it was all hustle and bustle. Father Christmas loaded his sleigh.

Eventually, all was ready.

‘Thanks for your help Merrilee and Pete,’ he shouted. ‘I couldn’t have managed without you two. I’ll be back in the morning. Night night.’
And he set off – delivering toys to the girls and boys all over the world.

Then, with sleigh bells ringing – he was gone.

Merrilee and Pete were alone together, for the first time for two weeks.

‘Well, my sweet, what shall we do with ourselves?’

‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘Do I know you?’

‘Maybe this will remind you.’ Dragging her over to the couch, he sat down on it, pulling her over his knee.

Baring her bottom, he looked down at the delicacy spread out before him. Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down on her right cheek – quickly followed by a spank to her left cheek. ‘Have you still got amnesia my sweet?’

She wriggled over his knee, struggling to break free. ‘Let me go you lousy rotten swine.’

‘Ah, you’ve missed me,’ he laughed, beating a rapid tattoo on her upturned bottom.

She could feel her nipples stiffening, her pussy flooding and her clit starting to throb. ‘Nah, still no idea who you are,’ she said.

‘In that case you won’t remember how being spanked turns you on big time, so I might as well stop.’

‘Don’t you dare,’ she hissed.

It was getting light; Merrilee and Pete were awakened by the sound of sleigh bells. Then there was a loud crash as the front door was roughly pushed open.

‘Merrilee, where are you?’ boomed Father Christmas.

Why is Father Christmas so angry?

To be continued ……