Our two young ladies who decide to visit Dr. Spank are both excited and perplexed. They haven’t quite realized the healing powers that he can exhibit. But they will soon as both Krissy and Little Bit are methodically hand spanked and caned. Even the wooden paddle is used. It won’t be long before these girls will be coming back for more!
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Studio: Spanked at Home
Starring: Maggi and Alex
Running Time: 10.05 mins
It’s ten past nine and Alex finds Maggi is still in bed. When he asks her for an explanation, she lies to him, saying that there is no school that day. But what she doesn’t realise is that the headmaster had already phoned Alex to enquire where she was.
So he roughly pulls her out of bed and sitting on the edge of the bed he pulls her over his knee and starts hand spanking her on top of her striped pyjama trousers.
After two dozen or so spanks he starts to pull down her trousers and she protests loudly, but he pushes aside her hand and continues to pull them down to her knees.
Starring Justine and Arnold
(Running Time of the Movie 13.31 mins)
from Spanked at Home
Arnold comes home unexpectedly early – only to find Justine sitting crossed legged on the floor, with a cigarette dangling from the corner or her mouth and a glass of martini in her hand.
The room is cosy, with loaded bookshelves around the walls. There are two matching armchairs one of which is occupied by a black cat seeing to its ablutions.
He starts lecturing her. However, as it’s in German which I don’t understand – therefore actions definitely speak louder than words.
She stands there while he’s lecturing her, nervously moving from one foot to the other. Unable to look him in the eye, her head hangs down.
Justine is wearing a white top and a short grey skirt. It’s short enough to reveal most of her bottom when Arnold instructs her to bend over and put her hands on her knees. He spanks her on top of her knickers at first, then he tells her to pull them down to her knees.
He starts hitting her with a clear plastic implement that probably comes under the category of a paddle. It has a series of holes running down it. As it makes contact with her bottom it leaves her cheeks flattened in the shape of the holes.
All the while he’s hitting her, he’s continuing lecturing her. Her bare bottom is seen to be getting redder every time the paddle makes contact with her wriggling bottom. He finishes that part of the spanking with his hand and gives her thirty eight hard slaps. Justine is squealing loudly all the way through.
Then he goes back to using the paddle. The force of the blow makes her totter and almost lose her balance. The next stroke is even harder and she ends up on all fours on the wooden floor.
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.’
The story so far:
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.
Now Read On ……
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 ……
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 …
The story so far:
Merrilee was in a most unusual position for her – lying over Pete’s knee having her bare bottom spanked.
Father Christmas became impatient with Pete and reminded him that there was still a lot of work to do – as Christmas Eve was almost here.
He handed Pete something and suggested he try it.
What has he given to Pete?
Now Read On ……
Merrilee twisted her head round trying to see what it was Father Christmas had given Pete.
‘Stand up Merrilee,’ Pete stood her on her feet.
‘W-why?’ Merrilee looked bewildered.
Taking hold of her arm, Pete led her across the room, at the desk he stopped and swept the piles of letters onto the floor. He then bent Merrilee over the desk so that her bare bottom was stuck up in the air.
‘Right young lady, you’ve been asking for this for a long time.’
Merrilee struggled to get to her feet, but Pete pushed her back down again.
‘Stay right there or it will be all the worse for you.’
She realised that she had no choice in the matter as Pete’s big hand was in the small of her back holding her down.
Hearing a whooshing sound, she then felt a sharp hot pain across her right bottom cheek and before she could register what caused it, she felt another burning pain on her left cheek.
‘Ouch, bloody hell that hurts,’ she screeched.
‘But of course it does my sweet,’ Pete agreed with her. ‘Now, that’s two down – four more to go.’
Craning her head round, she saw he was holding a whippy cane in his right hand.
‘No more please,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll never be cheeky again.’
‘Oh no my sweet, I’ve heard you say that so often I no longer believe you.’
‘Oh, piss off,’ she said.
‘You see my sweet, your big mouth runs away with you, and as you are only cheeky because you want me to spank you – I’m only too happy to oblige.’
Merrilee felt him raise his arm again and again there was the searing pain as the cane landed on her right bottom cheek, in exactly the same place as the previous stroke. This time Pete hesitated in order to let the sting of the cane penetrate. Merrilee gasped as the burning sensation rippled like waves through her bottom.
Despite her struggling, she was unable to escape and the fourth stroke on her left cheek left her pleading for mercy.
Pete delivered the final two strokes of the cane in quick succession.
By this time, Merrilee was in floods of tears.
‘Okay my sweet, I think a session over my knee will be a fitting end, don’t you?’
Merrilee mumbled something, but Pete’s sharp ears picked up what she said.
‘Hmmm! Maybe another six strokes of the cane might stop that motor mouth of yours.’
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ she wailed.
‘And you’re going to be a whole lot sorrier,’ Pete said.
He laid the next six strokes across her already welted bottom causing the blue white lines to criss cross each other.
Pulling her to her feet, he gently led her across the office – sitting down on the straight backed chair again, he put her over his knee. Lifting his right arm, he gave her six spanks, alternating from cheek to cheek.
As the sixth spank landed, he didn’t raise his arm again but let his big right hand start a circular stroking movement. His middle finger moved closer and closer to the crack between her cheeks. But just as she thought he was going to let his fingers stay there, he’d teasingly move them away again.
Father Christmas had been watching the two of them, now he interrupted.
‘I’ll go and get on with the work,’ he said. ‘I’ll give you another ten minutes Pete, no more do you hear me, or it might be you getting the cane?’
Hearing this, Merrilee got a fit of the giggles. ‘Now, that’s something I’d like to see,’ she said.
‘And it’s something you’re not going to my sweet. Now where were we?’
‘You were stroking my poor sore bottom,’ she reminded him.
‘Ah thanks,’ he said.
The middle finger of his right hand started moving slowly down the crack between her bottom cheeks, teasing her by almost entering her very wet pussy, but moving away again – leaving her gasping with disappointment.
She could feel her clit beginning to throb and pulsate. Her legs involuntarily parted, giving him easier access to her steaming slit.
His finger entered her waiting pussy, finding her swollen clit; he let his finger strum on it.
She felt the floodgates open as she became sexually excited. While Pete’s finger was stroking her clit – his index finger slowly entered her love tunnel and he started to finger fuck her.
Merrilee could feel herself edging closer to an orgasm. Her nipples had stiffened and as she lay squirming over Pete’s knee they were pressed against his leg – making them stiffen even more.
The muscles in the walls of her pussy gripped onto Pete’s finger, drawing it further into her pussy towards her womb.
‘I’m coming,’ she gasped.
Her orgasm came in waves – washing over her and she lay there over his knee her body jerking.
As her orgasm ran its course, she went limp and relaxed.
It was then she remembered what Father Christmas had said to Pete.
‘Pete my darling, would you like me to suck my lollipop?’
As his cock was already showing as a bulge in his trousers, he watched her kneel down between his legs and unzip his trousers allowing his swollen manhood to escape from its confines.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took his throbbing cock into her mouth.
‘Pete,’ thundered Father Christmas coming back into the room. ‘I said ten minutes, you’ve had twenty.’
Poor Pete jumped and his swollen cock deflated rapidly.
What will happen now?
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 ……
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 ……
The Story So Far:
Merrilee has arrived at the North Pole and the Man in Red turns out to be Father Christmas.
She is ten minutes late for the evening meal. Father Christmas is annoyed with her as he likes punctuality and tells her she will be spanked after the meal.
Sat in her room waiting for Father Christmas to come and spank he and she is very surprised when Pete her husband comes in. He tells her off for being disrespectful to Father Christmas and gives her a hard spanking.
After the spanking she was turned on and badly needed relief – but it didn’t come.
Now Read On:
Lying there draped over his knee, she was longing for some relief ‘That’s strange,’ she thought as it didn’t come, ‘He knows how I need relief after a spanking.’
‘Ok my dear, that was quite a spanking that Pete just gave you.’ She then realised that it was no longer Pete’s knee she was lying over, but Father Christmas’s. He helped her to her feet. ‘I’m sure you must be tired after your long journey. Go to bed now, I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast at 9 o’clock, don’t be late.’
She sat on the bed for a while, wondering if she had dreamed that Pete had been here and spanked her. ‘Ouch,’ she cried out as she moved and felt the heat from her stinging bottom.
Her hand moved towards her pulsing pussy.
‘Oh no you don’t my dear,’ Father Christmas was stood in front of her. ‘That was meant to be a punishment spanking. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.’
‘But Pete never gives me punishment spankings,’ she wailed.
‘Well, he told me you needed to learn some manners my dear and pleasuring yourself is not teaching you anything is it?’
‘Piss off,’
‘Tut tut, such language,’ One minute she was sat on the bed, her skirt up and her middle finger stroking her clit. Next thing she knew, she was lying over Father Christmas’s knee. This time it was definitely Father Christmas and not Pete who was spanking her.
He gave her a hard spanking that stung like hell, bringing tears to her eyes.
After covering every square inch of her bottom, he said, ‘Come on, on your feet, and into bed with you, and don’t touch yourself.’ He helped her to her feet. ‘Remember I can see and hear everything.’
Sniffling she got into bed and slept all night lying on her tummy.
Next morning she was ready for breakfast at 8.50. ‘You know, you’re going to have to learn to be precise my dear,’ Father Christmas said. ‘Being early is almost as bad as being late. After breakfast, you will be spanked again.’
Merrilee ate her breakfast in silence. She was excited. Oh! She knew it was going to hurt, but her bottom was beginning to twitch and she could feel her pussy starting to flood with her juices.
As promised, after breakfast Father Christmas sent her to her room again.
He then followed her, sitting down on her bed he beckoned to her, ‘Come on my dear, get over my knee.’
‘Shan’t,’ she said backing away from him.
‘I’ll give you three to get here, or else.’
‘Or else what?’ she asked cheekily.
‘I’ll use my belt, you cheeky little madam.’
Merrilee smiled.
‘This is no laughing matter my dear,’
She pouted her bottom lip and stayed with her back against the wall. ‘Oh yes,’ she thought. ‘I want the belt, I love the belt.’
Losing patience with her, Father Christmas slowly pulled his belt out of its loops, wrapping it around his right hand. He then walked slowly towards her. Taking a firm hold of her left arm, he dragged her over to the bed where he sat down, hauling her over his knee.
‘We’ll have these down right away,’ he pulled her knickers down to her ankles.
He didn’t bother with the usual warm up hand spanking, but started right in with the belt. As her bottom had cooled down after last night’s spanking, she did find the belt very painful. But despite her wriggling about over his knee, he kept on bringing the broad leather belt down, time and again on her very sore red, hot bottom.
Her squeals had turned to sobs. When he did finally stop bringing the belt down on her quivering bottom cheeks, she lay there over his knee, limp and bawling her head off.
‘Right my dear, do you understand that I won’t put up with any more nonsense from you.’
‘Yes,’ she said quietly.
‘I can’t hear you Merrilee.’
‘Clean your ears out then,’ she said under her breath.
‘Oh dear, seems you’ve forgotten that I can read minds. Perhaps another twenty strokes of the belt will remind you.’
‘No, please no more,’ she pleaded.
He ignored her cries of pain and taking a firm hold of her, he administered the promised twenty strokes of the belt.
As the final stroke landed, ‘Now my dear,’ he said, ‘are you going to have a change of attitude?’
‘Yes,’ she said loud and clear.
‘Right, get yourself tidied up Merrilee,’ he said helping her to her feet. ‘I’m going to be interviewing you in thirty minutes sharp. Come to my study, it’s the room on the left of the dining room.’
Then he was gone. She didn’t see him leave the room. One minute he was there, next minute …
She so needed relief. Looking round guiltily, she let her own finger enter her still sopping wet pussy, finding her throbbing clit she began to stroke it, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Any moment she expected Father Christmas to come in and catch her at it. The thought of this excited her and she half hoped he would. Then she came, gasping and moaning.
‘Come on Merrilee,’ she told herself. ‘You don’t want to be late for your interview, do you?’ A mischievous smile turned up the corners of her mouth – and her eyes crinkled just at the thought of it.
Why is she smiling?
To be continued in Part Four ……
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