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Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Five

By Eleanor Powell | December 19, 2009

The story so far:

Merrilee has accepted the position of secretary to Father Christmas. Pete her husband has taken time off work so that he could also help. He is going to be an elf and help with the toymaking.

As Merrilee had never been spanked by an elf before, she quite fancied the idea – so she was very cheeky to Pete. But, Pete couldn’t wait for his elf outfit, and decided to give her an immediate session over his knee.

Father Christmas left Pete to it, while he went to check up about Pete’s elf outfit.

Sticking her tongue out at Pete – Merrilee ran across the office and squeezed herself into a small space behind the filing cabinet.

Pete strode purposely towards her……

Now Read On ……

‘Merrilee my sweet, you’ve got yourself into a bit of a pickle haven’t you?’

‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

‘How are you planning to escape – or are you to disappear and re – appear like Father Christmas does?’

‘Yes, I’m going to do a disappearing act,’ she told him. ‘Now, close your eyes and no peeking. Count out loud up to one hundred.’

He stood only inches away from the filing cabinet with his cheeky young wife squeezed in behind it.
‘Go on then,’ he said, ‘this I’d like to see.’

‘How can you see with your eyes closed?’

He closed his eyes obediently.

Merrilee prayed that the door behind the cabinet wasn’t locked. To her relief, the knob turned silently and she pushed the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

‘Try pulling it Merrilee,’ Father Christmas had come back with Pete’s elf outfit over his arm.

At the sound of Father Christmas’s voice, Pete opened his eyes and took in the scene of Merrilee trying to pull the door open.

‘I’m not too impressed with your magical powers Merrilee,’ he laughed.

‘Sod off,’ she answered.

‘Merrilee, you’re hardly in a position to say things like that to me, are you?’

‘Sod off, sod off, sod off,’ she chanted. She realised her receiving a very sore bottom was imminent.

Pete had no trouble moving the filing cabinet away from the wall. However, Merrilee was quick to seize the opportunity and pull the door towards her. But as she stepped backwards to allow the door to open – Pete also moved quickly and grabbed her by her hair.

‘Where did you think you were going My Sweet?

‘Ouch! Let go of my hair.’

He tugged on it. ‘It will only hurt if you resist,’ he said. ‘Now come on like a good little girl.’

‘You lousy rotten swine,’ she said, ‘let me go,’ she crouched down.

Pete was still holding onto her hair, so he pulled her to her feet.

‘Come on Merrilee, I’m only going to put you over my knee, bare your bottom and give you a sound spanking.’

‘Huh!’

Pulling her out from behind the cabinet, he propelled her across the room, turning a chair around to face the room; he sat down on it and put her wriggling and squealing over his knee.

Flipping her short skirt up to reveal her still reddened cheeks, showing through her flimsy black nylon see through knickers – from the last spanking she had received, he wasted no time in pulling her panties down to her knees.

Lifting his right arm, he brought his big hand down on her quivering right bottom cheek, quickly followed by a spank to her left cheek.

‘Please, not so hard,’ she pleaded.

‘Oh dear, is it hurting then?’ he asked.

‘You know bloody well it is,’ she retorted.

‘Watch that mouth young lady,’ he said. ‘As long as you keep on swearing at me, I’ll keep on spanking you.’

‘It’s the pain that makes me swear at you – honestly,’ she answered.

‘Awwww!’ he said sympathetically. ‘How’s this then?’ He raised his arm to shoulder height and brought it down at speed – stopping a fraction of an inch from her bottom and very gently let his hand make contact with her bottom.

‘Ahhh! That’s better,’ she said with a happy sigh.

Father Christmas who had been watching the proceedings, broke in impatiently, ‘Come on man, get on with it, we’ve got work to do. Here try this.’

‘Thanks Father Christmas,’ Pete said

What has Father Christmas given to Pete?

To be continued ……

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