Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble – Part One

By Eleanor Powell | December 7, 2009

Merrilee sat at her computer – staring at a blank screen. Propped up on a jar of jam was yesterday’s newspaper, opened at the ‘Jobs Vacant’ page.

She looked again at the advert she had circled. Reading it aloud to herself,

Secretary needed for a very busy gentleman. She must be able to answer letters and keep a proper filing system. A willingness to travel extensively would be a definite plus.

This is a temporary post, until December 26th. Please send a letter and your CV to The Man in Red, PO Box 999, North Pole.’

‘Okay Man in Red,’ she said, opening her Word programme. ‘I hope the pay is good.’

After a few stops and starts, she printed off the letter, then she checked it for typos. ‘No point in sending a letter full of typos etc, not if I’m applying for a Secretarial job.’

Dear Sir

I’m replying to your advertisement in the Daily News dated November 1st 2010.

My name is Merrilee; I’m nineteen years old and living in Personchester.
I am a qualified secretary. My typing speed is forty words per minute and my shorthand is one hundred and twenty words per minute. Attached is my CV and Diplomas from the Secretarial College of Personchester.

I am available to travel extensively. Do you pay travel expenses?

Looking forward to hearing further from you.

Yours faithfully
Merrilee
Putting the letter into an airmail envelope, she sealed it. Then put it near the front door – so she wouldn’t forget it when she went out the next day to the Post Office.


Returning to her computer, she clicked on Freecell, becoming so involved with the game she didn’t hear Pete come in.

‘Merrilee my sweet, what’s this?’

He came into the lounge holding the letter she had left ready for posting.

‘Oh hi darling,’ she held up her face for a kiss. ‘I’m applying for a job.’ She explained.

‘Great, but the North Pole?’

‘Why not? It’s just a job,’ she answered. ‘And anyway, it’s only temporary.’

‘Well, tell me all about it,’ he said sitting down behind her on the chair.

‘This guy says he’s looking for a Secretary.’

‘You a secretary,’ laughed Pete. ‘He’d have to be desperate if he hires you.’

‘If I’m good enough to write your letters, why shouldn’t I be able to write his?’

There’s a bit of a difference between putting a stamp on an envelope and writing a letter.’

‘You’re a cheeky sod,’ she said indignantly.

‘No I’m not,’ he said, ‘just truthful.’

‘You did say I should get a job, if I wanted to go to Benidorm next year.’

‘True, I did, but I wasn’t thinking of the North Pole.’

‘Neither was I, but, when I saw this ad I thought why not.’

‘I’ll tell you why not my sweet,’ he started nibbling the back of her neck. ‘What am I supposed to do with myself while you’re away?’
‘You won’t have time to miss me; it’s only for thirteen days. Besides, I haven’t got the job yet.’

‘Oh you’ll get the job ok; you’ve got enough cheek to pull it off.’

‘Hey, I’m never cheeky,’ she protested.

‘Of course you’re not,’ he laughed. ‘Anyway, talking about cheeks, you know what I’d like to do right now?’

‘Haven’t a clue,’ she said.

‘Stand up,’ he ordered.

‘What for?’

‘This,’ he spun the chair round facing away from the computer. Catching hold of her wrist, he pulled her over his knee.

She struggled, but he held her down firmly, his left arm encircling her slim waist. ‘Let me go,’ she gasped.

‘No way my sweet,’ he laughed. ‘I’ve got you exactly where I love having you.’

‘You’re a pervert. Ouch!’ She wriggled even more as his large hand made contact with her bottom.

‘It takes one to know one,’ he said. ‘You know you enjoy being spanked as much as I enjoy spanking you.’

Through her flimsy knickers her bottom was seen to turn from white to pink to red. Despite her wriggling, he kept on spanking her. She could feel her clit swelling, the crutch of her knickers becoming soaked with her juices.

‘I can’t see what I’m doing,’ he said, pulling her knickers down to mid thigh.

‘My sweet, your bottom is so red and you know red is my favourite colour.’

‘Sod off darling,’ she said sweetly.
‘Say that again my sweet and you’ll be getting a taste of my belt.’

‘Sod off – sod off – sod off.’

Pulling her up and setting her on her feet, she watched enthralled as he slowly pulled his wide leather belt from its loops.

Wrapping the belt around his right hand, he left about twelve inches dangling.

Sitting down and putting her over his knee again he said, ‘right let’s carry on where we left off.’

After the belt had made contact ten times with her quivering cheeks, they had become an even deeper shade of red and she was clenching and unclenching them.

‘Stop clenching,’ he said.

‘I can’t help it,’

‘You’ve told me it hurts more, so why do it?’

‘Cos I’m a masochist and enjoy pain.’

‘Of course you are, why didn’t I realise that?’

‘Piss off.’

‘You’re going to hate what I’m going to do next,’ he said. ‘But I think you need it.’

Tossing the belt aside, he began to lightly run his right hand over her red, hot cheeks, rubbing and gently pinching them. As he caressed them, his finger was gradually moving down the crack between her bottom cheeks, teasing her by almost entering her steaming slit, then pulling away again. Each time, she gasped in disappointment.

As she wriggled over his knee, she could feel his cock sticking into her side. ‘The more I wriggle about, the more excited he gets,’ she thought. So, she wriggled even more.

Her clit was throbbing, her legs had parted of their own accord and her juices were flowing freely, soaking Pete’s trousers.
His wandering finger entered her hot swollen pussy. He gently strummed her clit, causing it to throb even more. Then, while his right hand middle finger played with her clit, his left hand middle digit began to slowly and gently move into her passage of love. Her vaginal walls, dilated and he was able to push his finger ever deeper inside her. The more she bucked over his knee, the deeper his finger went and he kept strumming her clit.

‘I’m coming,’ she gasped. ‘I’m coming,’ and she came – shuddering and shaking over his knee.

He withdrew his fingers and let her lie there over his knee until she went limp.

‘Thank you darling,’ she said.

‘A pleasure my sweet,’ he answered. ‘Now, I’m feeling a bit left out.’

Merrilee clambered off his knee. Dropping to her knees, between his legs; with practiced fingers she unzipped his trousers and released his pulsing cock from its confines. It stood straight out from his flat tummy.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took his purple helmet into it and began sucking on her lollipop. His cock swelled even more in her hot little mouth.

To be continued ……

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