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Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Seven

By Eleanor Powell | December 21, 2009

The story so far:

Pete had caned Merrilee. But Father Christmas had warned Pete that there was work to do as Christmas Eve was almost upon them. He told Pete that if he didn’t get back to work in ten minutes – he might be the one getting the cane.

Merrilee mischievously offered to give Pete’s bulging cock some TLC – knowing that it would make him late.

She had pulled Pete’s throbbing cock out of his trousers and was kneeling between his legs, she opened her mouth wide and took as much of his cock into it.

It was at that point that a very cross Father Christmas came back, telling Pete he’d had twenty minutes not ten.

Poor Pete jumped at the sound of Father Christmas’s voice and his swollen cock deflated.

Now Read On ……

Father Christmas was stood there, his face as red as his suit. He’d picked up the cane that Pete had dropped and he was tapping it impatiently against his leg.

‘Right Pete, I think I’ll have you bending over the desk,’ he said. ‘Come on man, we haven’t got all day.’

Pete’s face was also bright red. ‘You did it on purpose you little minx,’ he muttered.

Merrilee giggled. She watched Pete walk across the room and she saw him bend over the desk.

‘Stand up man and drop your trousers,’ said Father Christmas.

With a big sigh Pete stood up and lowered his trousers then bent over the desk again. Father Christmas stood behind him and quickly pulled down his boxer shorts to his knees.

Pete’s white unblemished bottom was waiting for the caning to start.

Father Christmas had brought the cane down twice on Pete’s quivering bottom, when Merrilee’s conscience got the better of her.

‘Stop Father Christmas, please stop,’ she pleaded. ‘It was my fault he was late.’

‘I know that Merrilee,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll sort you next.’

He brought the cane down on Pete’s striped bottom another four times. ‘Ok Pete, get dressed and go down to the workshop and help the other elves. ‘I’ll deal with Merrilee now.’

Sitting down on a straight backed chair, he beckoned Merrilee to come and get over his knee.

‘Errrr Father Christmas I’ve got such a lot of work to do, all those children hoping to get their presents, can’t you spank me when there is more time?

‘Good idea Merrilee, but if you think I might forget I owe you a spanking, I won’t.’ Father Christmas stood up – tucking the chair back under the desk. ‘Right, come on, there are at least twenty sacks of letters waiting for your attention.’

‘Yes Sir,’ she gave Father Christmas a cheeky grin and a salute.

‘You’re a cheeky little madam Merrilee, my hand is itching to give you a spanking, but it will have to wait.’ He went out of the office.

Merrilee settled down to sorting the letters. She did work very hard and had been through three sacks by lunch time.

Pete came up from the workshop and joined Merrilee and Father Christmas for lunch.

Merrilee noticed that he didn’t seem to like sitting down and fidgeted about. ‘Sit down Pete and eat your lunch,’ she said. ‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you that if you eat standing up – the food will go down to your legs and make them fat?’

‘You are in so much trouble,’ he hissed at her.

‘Whatever,’ she laughed and ran out of the room.

By teatime, Merrilee had sorted another four sacks and was by then feeling very tired.

Father Christmas looked over her shoulder, ‘I know you’re working hard Merrilee, but there are still loads of sacks to get through.’

‘I’m doing my best Father Christmas,’ she said, ‘But Postie Elf keeps bringing me more sacks.’

‘I just can’t understand how Mother Christmas got through so many more sacks in a day,’ he said with a sigh.

The next day was the day before Christmas Eve and Merrilee was up by seven o’clock. After a quick breakfast she sat down at her desk and started on the thirty piles of letters.

But by seven o’clock that evening there were still forty sacks to do, because Postie Elf kept bringing more and more.

Christmas Eve was a manic day for Merrilee, Father Christmas, Pete and the elves.

As it was growing dark outside and there were still thirty nine sacks to go through, everybody was drafted in to help Merrilee.

It was eleven o’clock by the time the last letter was entered in the book then filed away.

‘Okay everyone thanks for your help,’ said Father Christmas. ‘Take a short break, then I must get ready to deliver the presents.’

‘Merrilee, I think now might be a good time to give you that spanking I owe you,’ Father Christmas told her, ‘it may spur you on to working a bit harder.’

‘But Father Christmas, I have been working as hard as I can,’ she protested.

‘Well compared to the loads Mother Christmas got through each day, you are definitely slacking.’

Taking hold of Merrilee’s arm he pulled her up off the chair, and turning the chair around to face the room he sat down on it and hauled Merrilee squealing and protesting over his knee. He jiggled her about until he was satisfied with her position, then flipping up her short skirt and pulling her knickers down to her knees – he started to hand spank her – first on one cheek then on the other. Each time his hand made contact with her bottom, her bottom was getting redder and redder. And Merrilee struggled to escape but Father Christmas had too firm a grip on her.

‘Please stop Father Christmas,’ she pleaded. ‘I promise I’ll try to work harder in future.’

‘Oh, I know you will Merrilee, I’m making sure of that.’

He did eventually stop spanking her and she thought it was all over, but …

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