Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part 8

The Story So Far:

Merrilee and Pete had settled in at Gorselee Farm.

The next day, most of the other guests had gone into Gorselee Village despite it being wet and windy. But they decided to stay in and play in their room. Merrilee had left her bag in the lounge and went to retrieve it.

She was gone quite a while – when Pete heard the unmistakeable sound of hand making contact with a bare bottom. He goes to investigate.

Merrilee was lying over Bill’s knee, skirt up and knickers down.

Bill apologised to Pete, but was told to carry on.

Now read on ……

‘Look, why don’t we go to our room and have some fun,’ Pete suggested.

‘Great,’ Bill stood up, allowing Merrilee to slide off his knee on to the carpet.

‘Right brat, pick up your knickers and hand them to me,’ said Pete.

‘And hold your skirt up, we want to see your red bum,’ ordered Bill.

‘Ye gods! What’s this, a double act?’ she asked.

‘Bedroom now,’ Pete said sternly, giving her exposed bottom a slap.

‘Come here Merry Brat,’ said Bill.

She moved towards him. He spun her round, giving her bottom a resounding slap.

In the bedroom, Pete pulled her over his knee and spanked her already bare bottom.

‘Ok Bill, your turn,’ Pete helped Merrilee to her feet.

Bill caught hold of her wrist and pulled her down over his knee.

She squirmed about – her reddened bottom was becoming visibly redder with every spank she received.

‘You’re another lousy swine,’ she told Bill.

‘Merrilee, that’s no way to talk to Bill, apologise this minute.’

‘Shan’t,’ she said defiantly. You’re both lousy rotten swine.’

‘You’re wearing a nice looking belt Bill, feel free to use it.’

‘Good idea, thanks mate.’ Bill started removing his belt slowly from its loops.

The sound of the dinner gong startled them. No one had realised how quickly the time had passed.

‘What a shame, I was just getting started,’ said Bill.

‘Maybe we can continue tomorrow if you like,’ said Pete. ‘You happy with that idea sweet one?’

‘You bet,’ said Merrilee eagerly. ‘Bill, do you think Naughty Lady would like to join us too?’

‘I can’t speak for her, but I will speak to her about it.’

Bill hurried back to his room, leaving Merrilee and Pete to get ready for the meal.

After the meal, everybody went back to his or her respective rooms to prepare for the evenings play session.

Merrilee had spread out on the bed a black mini skirt, white blouse, white knee length socks, black shoes, navy blue knickers and a striped tie.

To finish off, she tied her long auburn hair into two bunches.

Pete watched her transform herself into a cheeky schoolgirl.

‘No matter how many times I’ve seen you in your schoolgirl uniform, I still get turned on by it,’ he said.

She pulled a face – sticking her tongue out at him.

Running out of the bedroom into the lounge, Pete chased after her.

There was a cheer from the other people, when he caught up with her. Sitting down on a straight backed chair, he pulled her down over his knee.

‘Go on Pete, give her what for,’ shouted Chris.

‘Yer need some help?’ asked George.

‘Thanks gentlemen, I can manage right now. Maybe later, you can have a go.’

Pete raised his right arm, quickly bringing his big hand down on top of her skirt half a dozen times, he then bunched it up round her waist, revealing her navy blue knickers, he then slowly gave her a dozen hard slaps on them.

He had his fingers hooked into the waistband of her knickers – slowly he was pulling them down to show off her already well spanked bottom.

The door of the playroom opened.

Standing in the doorway was a couple. She too was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, her short auburn hair covered by a straw boater.

Delia stepped forward. ‘Hey folks, come on, make Mature Couple feel at home.’

Pete had frozen. Merrilee’s knickers were part way off her bottom. Merrilee, wondering why he’d stopped so suddenly – looked up.

‘Grandma,’ she squealed.

‘Merrilee.’

The older and the younger woman stared in horror at each other – then burst out laughing.

ENDS

Stealing CDs

It had been a really long week at school and by the time school got over on Friday. I was ready for the weekend cause I knew that my Dad was out of town and it was only going to be Olivia and me at home till Sunday afternoon.

When I walked into the kitchen after I got home, I saw the note from Dad that read, ‘You two behave this weekend and I’ll see you both on Sunday afternoon. I expect chores to be done on time and NO parties. Christa you better listen to your older sister this weekend, because she is in charge.’ I put the note down and sighed,

“Why is it Olivia has to be in charge when I’m old enough to be home alone?” I kicked the wall, then got a couple of cookies and a glass of water before I headed into the living room to get on-line for a bit, before Olivia got home and kicked me off the computer.

I vented to a friend about how I hated the fact that when my Dad went out of town I still had to listen to Olivia.

“You know we should go to the mall tomorrow,” I typed into the IM window.
“We really should,” Mike typed back.
“I really want to get the new Hanson CD that just came out and my Dad hasn’t gotten me yet.”
“Sounds good. There’s actually a few CD’s I could get myself.”
I smiled, “So, how about you come get me at 9am?”
“Sounds good,” Mike replied, “Talk to you tomorrow.”

With that I logged out of yahoo IM and skipped off to my room. I knew I didn’t have the money for the CD that I wanted, but I wasn’t worried cause I had been working on stealing for a few weeks from a few stores in the area and just being able to spend time with Mike was going to be awesome.

“What’s up?” Olivia asked from my doorway.

“Oh not much. Just that we have the house to ourselves this weekend.”

“Yeah I noticed that in the note he left us.”

I nodded quietly looking away.

“You’re going to behave right?” My older sister asked.

“Uh huh of course,” I replied as I subconsciously rubbed my bottom remembering the first time that Olivia was left in charge of me for a while while Dad was out of town and I thought it would be fun to throw tantrums all weekend.

“Good,” Olivia smiled, “Look I’m not going to fix anything for dinner tonight cause I got plans to go out with friends, so just find whatever looks good OK?”

I nodded, “Sounds good, Sis. Have a good night.” With that Olivia walked off to do whatever it was she had to do and I shut my bedroom door to hide for the night cause I so wasn’t about to get anything to eat for dinner.

The next morning I was up before Olivia and headed on my way to the mall to hang out with Mike for the day. Or that was my plan. Little did I know that my plan was going to be cut short at about 10am because of the fact that I wasn’t careful enough about stealing the CD’s that I wanted.

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Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part 7

The Story So Far:

Merrilee and Pete were on their way to Gorselee Farm, but the Postcode Merrilee told Pete to put in the Sat Nav was obviously not correct, as the voice told them they had reached their destination – in the middle of a dirt track.

Now read on ……

Merrilee looked around in bewilderment. ‘Where are we?’

‘Haven’t a clue,’ Pete said with a sigh. ‘Perhaps that Post Code was wrong after all.’

‘Oops!’

‘Remember what I told you would happen? He asked. ‘But let’s get back on track, it’ll be dark soon, I’ll sort you later lady.’

She fished the crumpled piece of paper out of her bag again. ‘If we put the other Post Code in, it may take us to the right place,’ she suggested.

‘Good thinking,’ he said. ‘Ok read it to me again.’

‘WBY7 1PS – you put IPS last time.’

The detour had them taking a different direction all together. It added an extra ten miles to their journey, but when the voice told them they had reached their destination – they really had this time.

‘Hi, you two,’ said a cheery voice. ‘I’m Delia; you must be Merry Brat and Pete.’

They nodded in agreement.

‘We thought you must have got lost. Anyway, come in, I’ll show you to your room.’

‘Are we the last to arrive?’ asked Merrilee.

‘No, Mature Couple phoned, said they couldn’t make it today, some neighbours having a party for their Golden Wedding or something, but would get here tomorrow instead.’

‘Shame.’ said Merrilee, ‘We’re looking forward to meeting them. Just hope they don’t know my grandma as they live in Warlington too, it could be a bit embarrassing.’

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Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part 6

The Story So Far:

Merrilee and Pete had booked to spend a few days on Gorselee Farm. They were both very much into spanking and were going to be among like minded people.

Now read on ……

The night before the big day, Merrilee had packed, but Pete had kept getting under her feet.

‘Don’t forget to pack your school uniform,’ he’d reminded her for the third time.

‘For goodness sake Pete, I packed it already, now let me get on with it.’

‘Ok, sorry,’ he went back into the lounge to watch the news on the television.

Next day they were up early as it was about five hours drive by car.

‘Right my sweet, are we ready for off?’ Pete stood near the door, the car keys jangling from his hand.

‘In five minutes yes,’ she answered. ‘I just need the loo again. Is everything in the car?’

‘Yep, all we need now is you.’

They had treated themselves to a Sat Nav. Pete keyed in their home Post Code.

‘Merrilee my sweet, what’s the Post Code for Gorselee Farm?’

‘Just a minute,’ she rummaged in her handbag, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper that she tried to smooth out with her hand. ‘Ready, here it is. WBY7 1PS, errrr! It’s a bit smudged, not sure if it’s a 1 or an I’

‘Let me see,’ impatiently Pete snatched the paper out of her hand and peered at it. ‘For goodness sake, it’s too smudged to be sure. I’ll put in I but if it’s wrong lady, you’re going to arrive at Gorselee with a very sore bottom.’

‘Promises, promises,’ she giggled.

Two hours later, Pete stopped the car. They were going through a sleepy little village. As it was Wednesday, the shops were half day closing.

‘Come on my sweet let’s stretch our legs a bit.’ Pete had come round to her side of the car – opening the door, he hauled her out.

‘Aren’t we lucky, it’s a lovely day for October? He said, putting his arm around her shoulder, ‘let’s stroll down here.’

They were on a quiet country road. As they walked along, his hand was rubbing her bottom. The circular movement of his hand made her dress ride up, revealing a bottom covered with a skimpy piece of black material.

The sound of a car engine behind them made them both jump apart. As the car went very slowly past them, they could see the driver looking back at them, with a big grin on his face.

‘Did you see his face?’ Merrilee squealed.

‘I wonder who’ll believe him when he tells what he just saw. Guess what my sweet? I’m feeling randy.’

‘That’s not like you,’ she giggled, moving away from him.

‘Come here brat, I’m going to have to spank you – flaunting yourself in public like that.’ Holding on to her wrist, he led her to the side of the road,

‘Now look at that, a nice handy bench.’

Sitting down on it, he pulled her over his knee. ‘Stoppit,’ she squealed. ‘Someone might see us.’

‘And since when did that bother you my sweet?’ Raising his right arm, he brought his large hand down in the dead centre of her bottom.

Pushing her dress up her back, he again brought his hand down on her upturned partially knickered bottom. ‘Do you know, I don’t think you can feel it?’ He yanked her knickers down to mid thigh.

Slaaaaaaaaaappppppppp! The sound of a hand meeting bare flesh rang out, followed by a shrill screech.

‘You lousy rotten sod, that hurt,’ she wriggled violently over his knee.

‘Go on my sweet, wriggle away, you know how it turns me on.’ Giving her another half dozen spanks, he then rested his hand on her hot quivering bottom. ‘That’s better,’ he said, admiring his handiwork. ‘Can’t have you arriving at Gorselee with a lily white bottom, can we?’

‘Piss off,’

‘Oh my sweet, seems you want some more, I’m always ready to oblige.’ Raising his right arm, he brought his hand down on her bottom another twelve times.

Helping her to her feet, he said, ‘Come on let’s get back on the road. ‘We’ll stop for a snack as soon as we find a café.’

In the next village, they found a little olde worlde coffee shop where they had beans on toast followed by a milk shake.

Getting back into the car, ‘We should be there in about two hours,’ said Pete glancing at his watch.

As they approached Gorselee, they were being directed by the Sat Nav to turn right in 300 yards. Pete followed instructions. The voice told them at the next roundabout to take the third exit – and then – you have reached your destination.

Merrilee looked around in bewilderment. ‘Where are we?’

‘Haven’t a clue,’ Pete said with a sigh. ‘Perhaps that Post Code was wrong after all.’

‘Oops!’

‘Remember what I told you would happen? He asked. ‘But let’s get back on track, it’ll be dark soon, I’ll sort you later lady.’

Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part Five

The Story So Far ……

Merrilee had told Pete about going to Gorselee Farm to spend four days there playing at their favourite sport – spanking.

Merrilee had given some cheek to Pete – so she had locked herself in the bathroom.

Is she going to spend the rest of her life there?.

Now Read On ……

‘I can wait my sweet, I can wait,’ Pete said, sitting down on a chair he had placed outside the bathroom door.

Half an hour later Merrilee peeped round the bathroom door. Seeing her husband sitting there, she tried to brazen it out.

‘What you waiting for?’ she asked cheekily.

‘Not a bus,’ he answered. ‘Come here, it’s time we had a discussion about your behaviour.’

‘Why, what have I done now?’ she edged out of the bathroom trying unsuccessfully to keep out of his reach.

Catching hold of her slim left wrist, he pulled her down over his knee. ‘I’ll explain as we go along,’

‘Let me go you big bully,’ she squealed, as his big hard hand descended on her right bottom cheek, rapidly followed by a spank to her left cheek. Her wriggling and squirming about became more frantic as the heat coming from her reddening cheeks increased.

But there was no escaping from the stinging slaps.

‘Let’s get these off,’ Pete said, pulling her flimsy black briefs away from her bottom and sliding them down her legs.

‘Right, little Miss Red Bum, tell me more about Gorselee Farm.’

‘Thought I told you last night.’

‘Some of it, but come on, tell me again.’

‘Why, have you forgotten? Must be an age thing. Ouch! That bloody hurt.’

‘Your mouth is running away with you again my sweet. Now, I’ll ask you once more. Tell me more about Gorselee Farm.’ His hand made contact with her red bouncing cheeks, making them even redder.

‘Okay, hell I’m on fire.’

‘I’ll call the fire brigade when you’ve finished telling me. Now, what did Delia say?’

‘She said there was only enough room for us and another couple.’

‘Anyone we know?’ he asked.

‘No, they’re new on site. They call themselves Mature Couple.’

‘Hmmm! Did Delia say where they’re from?’

‘Yes, she said they’re from Warlington.’

Pete beat a rapid tattoo on her bottom, laughing as she wriggled about over his knee. ‘Hey, just think, they may know your grandma.’

‘Oh dear, how embarrassing that would be,’ she answered.

‘That will be a first, you getting embarrassed – a brazen hussy like you,’ he retorted.

‘I’m not brazen. I just know what I want,’ she pouted.

‘Exactly! And that’s regular bare bottom spankings, like this,’ as he went back to fanning the fire in her bottom.

She kicked her legs wildly – all thoughts of modesty gone, revealing her hot wet throbbing pussy to her husband’s eyes.

His hand now lay motionless on her upturned bottom cheeks, then it began gently stroking them, wandering across both cheeks in a leisurely manner. His fingers dug into the soft hot flesh, in a circular kneading action. The circles were getting smaller and smaller, until his fingers were moving up and down the crack between her bottom cheeks. Then returning to her pussy, he began stroking her pulsing clit.

Bucking over his knee, she came to a long shuddering climax.

‘Thanks darling, that was luvverly,’ she murmured scrambling to her feet.

‘A pleasure my sweet,’ he said. ‘I’m feeling horny now, what are you going to do about it?’

Kneeling between his legs, she unzipped his trousers and withdrew his rampant cock from its confines. Encircling it with her thumb and forefinger, she began stroking the length of the shaft – up and down, gently squeezing the purple head – making him moan softly.

Then, opening her mouth as wide as she could, she placed it over his throbbing cock, moving her head up and down, causing his already swollen cock to swell even more in her mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, spurting his cum all over her neck and chest.

‘Yuk!’ she said, ‘look at the mess you’ve made,’

‘No problem my sweet, I’ll clean you up.’

Using a baby wipe, he swiped it over her neck and chest. Then using a second wipe, he cleaned her up more thoroughly. Some of his cum had trickled down between her breasts.

Reaching behind her he unclipped her bra.

‘And what do you think you’re doing?’

‘I’ve just got to clean up your tits my sweet,’ he said.

Lifting up her right breast, he very lightly moved the wipe across her nipple that immediately stiffened at the touch of the cool wipe. Bending his head, he put his mouth over it, rolling it around in his mouth.

His hand moved across to her left breast, he tweaked the nipple, making her squeal loudly ……

An hour later Merrilee redressed and headed for the computer.

‘Now what are you going to do?’ Pete asked.

‘I must start our packing list.’

‘I’d rather have some lunch,’ said Pete. ‘Get into the kitchen woman.’

‘You’re always thinking of your stomach,’ she grumbled heading for the kitchen.

Although, their visit to Gorselee Farm was three months off, Merrilee kept making lists on her computer. They would soon become very messy, as she would think of something else she knew was essential to take with. So, she’d add it by hand.

The day of their departure to Gorselee they were up early as it was about five hours drive by car.

Merrilee had packed the night before.

‘Don’t forget to pack your school uniform,’ he’d reminded her for the third time.

‘For goodness sake Pete, I packed it already, now let me get on with it.’

‘Ok, sorry,’ he went back into the lounge to watch the news on the television.

Merrilee had lain awake for hours; she was too excited to sleep. Pete had no such problem and snored his way through the night.

The long awaited day had finally arrived – their adventure into Spankoland was about to start. ……

Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part Four

The Story So Far ……

After spanking and caning Merrilee – Pete ended her punishment by using the belt. The belt always aroused her and Pete rammed his stiff cock into her from behind.

They were in the kissing and cuddling stage, when Pete asked her what had got her so excited earlier.

What was it that got her so excited?

Now Read On ……

‘Oh yes,’ she scrambled off his knee and moved towards the computer. Clicking on the mouse, the screen saver disappeared – and there was the Spanking Swingers website.

‘See darling, remember how we have talked about going to Gorselee Farm, now we can.’

‘Whoa!’ Pete interrupted her. ‘When is it? How much is it?’

‘Look,’ she pointed to the screen. ‘It’s in October – midweek, Wednesday to Saturday.’

‘But my Accountancy Exams are in October.’ He peered at the computer screen. ‘Oh that’s ok; my exams are all over by then.’
‘I know, isn’t it fantastic?’ she flung her arms around him. ‘And the cost is practically nothing, £60 each for the four days.’

‘But I haven’t made allowances for this expense, in our budget.’

‘Come on sweetheart, do stop being an accountant for once,’ she coaxed him.

‘You’re right my sweet, we deserve a break,’ he agreed. ‘So what do we do now?’

‘Well it always gets filled up very quickly, so we’d better send Delia a PM showing our interest.’

‘Right, I’ll leave it to you,’ he said. ‘I take it you’ll sort it immediately.’

‘But of course, don’t I always?’

‘Yes you do.’ Kissing the top of her head, he said, ‘Right I must be off to see Mr Collins.’

‘Fine, I’ll probably be in bed when you get home.’

‘Make sure you do send that PM to Delia, he said with a grin. ‘I would just hate to have to spank you again, if you forget to do it.’

She laughed, ‘Sure, and as I hate being spanked, I won’t forget.’

Pete hadn’t even left the house, and she was writing a PM to Delia, the organiser of the Gorselee Farm events. To her surprise, she had a reply within an hour.

She read the reply aloud to herself. ‘Hi, Merry Brat. It would be lovely to meet you and Pete at last. But, there are only four places left, so please confirm your interest immediately. Then if you could please let me have a cheque deposit of £40 as soon as possible. Send to the address below. By the way, this deposit is non-refundable. Looking forward to hearing from you. Luv, Delia xxx’

Without hesitation, she sent another PM. ‘Hi Delia, please reserve a double room for us. A cheque will be in the post to you first thing in the morning. PS Who’s the other couple?’

Merrilee was just checking her emails before going to bed – there was another one from Delia. ‘Hi again Merry Brat, looking forward to meeting you two. The other couple are from Warlington, that’s not far from you is it? They are new members, calling themselves Mature Couple. Nite nite. Luv, Delia, xxx’

Merrilee went to bed happy with her evening’s work.

‘Wake up sleepyhead,’ Pete bent down to kiss his sleepy wife.

‘Oh! Hi, darling, what time is it?’ Merrilee sat up in bed, yawning and stretching.

Suddenly, she was wide awake. ‘I’ve got to go down to the post office,’ she explained, scrambling off the bed.

‘Not one of your best ideas Merrilee,’ Pete laughed. ‘It’s Sunday. Anyway, what’s the rush?’

‘I wanted to get our deposit off to Delia; I’ve booked our places for Gorselee Farm.’

‘That’s a good girl, but what a pity I don’t have to spank you.’

‘If you’re spoiling for a fight, I can soon give you a reason,’ she teased.

‘You getting lippy girl? He moved towards her, but she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face.

‘I can wait my sweet, I can wait,’ he said, sitting down on a chair he had placed outside the bathroom door.

Is Merrilee going to spend the rest of her life locked in the bathroom?

Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Nine

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.’

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Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Eight

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 ……

Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Seven

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 …

Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part Six

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?