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Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Nine
By Eleanor Powell | December 23, 2009
The story so far:
Father Christmas had left to deliver toys to girls and boys all over the world.
When Merrilee and Pete found themselves alone for the first time in over two weeks, she pretended to have amnesia, so Pete spanked her in order to jog her memory.
Next morning, Merrilee and Pete were awakened suddenly by the sound of the front door crashing open
Father Christmas’s voice boomed through the house, ‘Merrilee where are you?’
Merrilee wondered why he was so angry.
Now Read On ……
Merrilee hurriedly pulled on some clothes and went out of the bedroom to see why Father Christmas was shouting.
‘What’s the matter Father Christmas?’
‘What’s the matter, what’s the matter?’ he roared. ‘I’ve got thousands of children all over the world crying – because they’ve not received any toys.’
‘Oh dear, what a terrible shame,’ Merrilee said. ‘But, what’s it got to do with me?’
‘One of my elves told me he’d seen thousands of unopened sacks of letters in the cellar,’ Father Christmas told her. Sitting down on the telephone seat in the hall, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down over his knee. ‘It’s no wonder you got through so many sacks.’
He was in no mood for listening to her protests. Flipping up her dress he saw she had a bare bottom. In her haste to get dressed, she’d forgotten to put her knickers on.
Taking a firm hold of her, he started to spank her. He was angry and he vented his anger on poor Merrilee’s bottom. She squealed, she wriggled, she squirmed, but there was no escape. His hard hand kept on spanking her even more reddening bottom.
After what felt like hours he began to spank her more slowly, until he eventually stopped and pushed her off his knee, she landed on all fours on the hall carpet.
He stomped off.
‘Father Christmas,’ Merrilee called after him, her voice wavering and with tears streaming down her face. ‘Honestly, I don’t know anything about sacks of letters in the cellar.’
‘Well, how did they get there?’ Father Christmas turned back. ‘Did they walk there?
‘I don’t know,’ she answered. ‘Please can I see these sacks?’
The cellar was very big. Stacked in a corner were thousands of sacks. ‘Can we open a sack? She asked.
‘Ok,’ he said. ‘Take your pick.’
She opened a sack at random. Pulling out a letter, she read it aloud. ‘Dear Father Christmas, I’m eight and would like a doll please. Love Jean xxx’
Another letter was from Steve, he wanted a cowboy outfit.
Merrilee read another half dozen similar letters. She then went back to read the first letters she’d opened. ‘Father Christmas,’ she said, ‘look at the date – 1892.’
Another sack was opened and the date on the letters was 1906.
‘Let’s ask Pete to come and help,’ she suggested. ‘We need to find the sack with the year 2010 letters in it.’
It took the three of them three hours to find the right sacks.
‘Merrilee my dear, I owe you an apology,’ said Father Christmas. ‘I thought you were being lazy, but it was Mother Christmas all these years. No wonder she got through so many sacks.’
‘It’s all right Father Christmas,’ said Merrilee. ‘Is it too late for you to go out again?’
‘No it’s not too late; half the world has only just gone to bed.’
As Father Christmas set off again, he waved to Merrilee and Pete, ‘thanks for your help you two. When I get back we’ll have Christmas Dinner.’
Pete looked down at his wife, ‘Merrilee Christmas my sweet, it’s now time for your Christmas spanking.’
‘You’ll have to catch me first,’ she laughed, running into the bedroom and slamming the door shut.
Pete came into the bedroom through another door and moved swiftly towards her. Had naughty Merrilee forgotten about that door?
Moments later, lying over his knee, her nose only inches from the carpet, her bare bottom was quivering as he raised his right arm, and settled down to give his wife a long leisurely sensuous spanking.
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