The Story So Far:
Merrilee has applied for a temporary job as a Secretary in the North Pole.
Meanwhile, as always she was cheeky to Pete her husband and he had no alternative but to spank her.
Spanking her turned him on big time – so Merrilee being a sweet dutiful wife was giving him the full treatment.
Now Read On:
He was moaning and his toes stiffened sticking up at right angles to his feet. She noted this; it was always a give away sign that he was about to come. He removed his cock from her mouth, bent her over the back of the chair he had just vacated and came all over her hot bottom.
A week later, the letter arrived from the North Pole. Enclosed was a return flight ticket.
Pete took Merrilee to the airport.
‘So darling, I’ll be back in two days. Take care,’ she said.
‘Bye my sweet, try to keep out of trouble,’ Pete kissed the tip of her upturned nose.
Merrilee went through the Boarding Gate at Personchester International Airport, leaving her husband standing alone, waving her off.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ the Captain came on the loudspeaker. ‘We will be arriving at the North Pole in fifteen minutes. The ground temperature is 20 degrees below freezing, so make sure you are well wrapped up.’
‘Hope you’ve got your fur lined knickers on my dear.’ Merrilee turned to the man sitting next to her. She noted his round jolly face; a thick white beard covered the lower part.
She smiled at him, ‘Sure sounds very cold down there.’
‘Oh it is, I’ve lived there for years. I’m used to it now.’
‘I won’t be here for long,’ she said. ‘I’m here for a job interview.’
‘What kind of job can that be, in this frozen land?’
‘I saw this ad in our local newspaper,’ she explained. ‘This man wants a secretary temporarily.’
‘Isn’t it a bit far to come just for an interview?’
She laughed. ‘I don’t know why, but I just felt drawn towards him. Do you think that’s daft?’
‘No my dear, I don’t think it’s daft. Sometimes when we get these impulses, it’s best to follow them.’ He smiled at her kindly. ‘You never know what’s going to happen, so it’s always best to follow your feelings, then you won’t have any regrets.’
‘I’m a bit nervous of meeting him,’ she felt herself blushing, as the friendly man looked her up and down.
‘You have nothing to worry about my dear, I’m sure your interview will go very well.’
‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Oh! We’ve landed, bye take care.’ Standing up, she gathered her hand luggage and joined the queue of people getting off the plane.
Merrilee heard the jangling of sleigh bells. Looking around her, she saw a row of sleighs waiting. ‘Wow!’ she thought, they have sleighs here instead of taxis.’ She joined the queue waiting at the sleigh rank. The queue snaked round. However, the sleighs were coming every two minutes, so it wasn’t long before it was her turn.
She settled herself on the sleigh, the driver stowed her luggage in the boot of the sleigh, tucked a blanket around her and they were off to the address she had shown him.
Merrilee felt warm and comfortable, so she drifted off to sleep. The driver wakened her. ‘We’re here my dear.’
For a moment, she looked around her in bewilderment. She saw a large house, looking very like pictures she had seen of Swiss Chalets. The snow covering the ground, window ledges and roof – was white and not trodden on. There was a big red chimney with thick white smoke billowing from it. The front door was wide open and welcoming. The sleigh driver, brought her luggage and urged her to go into the house, he followed with her cases.
‘Excuse me,’ he said, disappearing into a room on the left.
‘Hello my dear, did you have a pleasant journey?’
Merrilee jumped. She took in this big jolly man wearing a Father Christmas suit. His cheeks and chin covered with a pure white beard and moustache. ‘Are you Father Christmas?’ she asked.
‘I am my dear,’
‘Weren’t you the man sat next to me on the plane?’
‘That’s right my dear,’ he boomed. ‘And the sleigh driver.’
‘But how do you get to be in so many places at once?’ she asked.
‘I’m able to do magic,’ he said. ‘Come on, I’ll show you to your room.’
He lead the way, down a passage, ‘There’s the bathroom on your right,’ he pointed out.
‘Here’s your room, I hope you like it.’ Opening the door, he held it open, beckoning her to enter. She laughed to herself, as she had to turn sideways because his big round tummy almost filled the doorway.
The room was beautiful. There was a four-poster bed, an enormous wardrobe with a matching chest of drawers and chintzy curtains at the window. She was amazed to see a large radiator running the length of one wall, so they had central heating in the North Pole.
‘Your luggage will be here in a moment,’ he clicked his fingers. She could only stand there with her mouth wide open – as her luggage came shuffling into the room.
‘Don’t be afraid my dear,’ he said kindly. ‘I did say I was magic.’
‘Yes, but …’
‘You’ll get used to it. I’ll leave you now to settle in. We eat at 6.00 prompt, then after the meal, we’ll have a little chat.’
He left her standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by her cases.
When she entered the dining room at ten past six, the meal was already on the table. ‘You’re ten minutes late my dear,’ Father Christmas frowned at her. ‘That’s a spankable offence.’
She laughed.
‘I’ve had a message from your husband Pete. He has told me in no uncertain terms that you need a good spanking to keep you in line.’
‘You had a message from Pete,’ she echoed. ‘How – when?’
‘Thought transference my dear. But, come on let’s eat first. I’ll sort you out later.’
‘Did I die and come to heaven?’ she wondered. Pete, bless him, knew she’d be missing her spankings.
She enjoyed the meal, but she couldn’t wait for it to end. She so wanted, needed a spanking. ‘Oh Pete wish you were here,’ she thought.
‘Right my dear,’ her thoughts were interrupted. ‘You will go to your room now. Then in fifteen minutes your spanking will begin.’
She was sitting on the bed, wondering what was going to happen. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the door opened and in walked … Pete.
‘Pete, oh darling, what are you doing here?’ She moved towards him, raising her arms with the intention of putting them round his neck.
‘No, Merrilee, you have been a naughty and disrespectful girl,’ he took her arms away from his neck. ‘You know, full well, how being late for meals is very bad manners. So, I’ve been invited to give you a spanking.
He sat down on the bed next to her. ‘Okay young lady, it’s time to visit Lapland.’ He pulled her kicking and struggling over his knee.
His large hand landed on her right bottom cheek, then on her left one. Another half dozen stinging slaps and she was wriggling about over his knee. ‘You’re hurting me,’ she squealed.
‘Good,’ he grunted in satisfaction. ‘Spankings are meant to hurt.’
‘Lousy rotten swine,’
‘Hmmm I’m obviously not getting through am I?’ he pulled her knickers down to mid thigh and started spanking her again.
The heat in her bottom was increasing with every slap that landed on it.
Squirming over his knee – she could feel his cock sticking into her side. Meanwhile, his punishing hand was not spanking her so hard. It started to come down slower and slower, until it finally stopped.
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.’
What will happen next?