Nick's Naughty Elf. Georgia St. Claire
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Название: Nick's Naughty Elf

Автор: Georgia St. Claire

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Myths & Magic

isbn: 9781627503198

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      Nick’s Naughty Elf

      By

      Georgia St. Claire

      ©2013 by Blushing Books® and Georgia St. Claire

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      Nick’s Naughty Elf

      eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-3198

      Cover Design by ABCD Graphics

      This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

      Table of Contents:

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

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      Chapter 1

      “Excuse me, Joey.” Nick looked down at the six-year-old sitting on his lap listing his Christmas requests. “I’m very sorry to interrupt you and I promise that I will hear everything you want to tell me, in a few minutes. But I need to take care of some naughty behavior right now.” He stood and turned to deposit the child on his winter throne. “You sit right here and wait for me, okay?”

      Joey’s eyes were as rounded as they could be as he nodded, and Nick gave him a smile meant to reassure him. “That’s a good boy, thank you for being accommodating.” Then he raised his head, turning to look at the line of children and parents waiting their chance to talk with him. “I apologize everyone. I need to take care of some naughtiness. I will be back in a couple of minutes.” He gave them a brief smile and strode off towards the little gingerbread house where the elves worked, stripping off his gloves as he went. “Elf Marcie, LANGUAGE!” he roared as he stepped inside. “You are being very naughty!” The door closed and the crowd could no longer hear his exact words but they could tell that Santa was very displeased and was scolding the miscreant. Shortly afterwards they heard thuds, easily interpreted as a hard hand landing heavily on a covered bottom, and the accompanying yelps from the unhappy elf leaving no doubts that a spanking was being administered.

      The people waiting in line displayed an assortment of reactions. A couple pulled out cell phones or lifted their camcorders to film the gingerbread house and the sounds emanating from it. Two mothers took their children’s hands and led them away as they protested. Several more parents crouched down to talk quietly with their children, taking the opportunity to point out Santa’s strong feelings about bad words. Sadly, a few, intent on their electronic devices, never noticed what was happening or their children’s uncertain expressions.

      Nick emerged and pulled his gloves back on as he moved along the line, making a point of speaking with each family, as he headed back to his throne. “I’m sorry about that, Joey.” He picked up the child and sat down, settling the boy back on his knee. “Thank you for waiting so patiently for me. I really appreciate that.”

      “Did you spank her, Santa?”

      Nick looked in the child’s eyes and saw no fear, only curiosity. “Well, Joey, how would you feel if you were in Elf Marcie’s place? Would you want everyone to know what happened to you if you were being naughty and your mommy or daddy had to deal with your behavior?”

      The boy shook his head.

      “That’s right,” Nick agreed. “It’s a private matter that other people don’t need to know about. But I do want you to remember just how much I don’t like hearing bad words, okay?” There was an eager nod and he gave the boy a quick squeeze. “Good, now let’s get back to your list, shall we? So far you told me a sled, a GI Joe, a puppy and a mountain bike. Now, I want to make sure that you know I can’t bring you everything you ask for, I won’t promise that; but I do like hearing a nice long list so I have lots of ideas for what will fit in my bag. What else were you thinking of?” And Joey launched into his recital again, the interruption quickly forgotten in light of more important matters. Nick listened carefully, asking clarifying questions as necessary.

      Inside the gingerbread house, Elf Marcie was back behind the camera, intent on capturing the special moment of Joey sitting on Santa’s lap, quickly printing the photo and placing it in a greeting card, courtesy of Nickson’s Department Store. The printer had been giving her problems all evening; more times than not she had to reprint the photos as they kept coming out smeared. This had been the cause of her swearing as she had just had three unsuccessful attempts to print Joey’s picture with Santa. Her bottom throbbed from the spanking she had just received and she was very grateful that the heavy velvet of her elf dress had blunted it as much as it did. She hoped that she never discovered what it would feel like to receive a spanking like that on her bare bottom! After Nick had finished spanking her, he had unplugged the printer, rapped it with his knuckles and plugged it back in, assuring her that she shouldn’t have any more problems, before opening the door and going back to meeting with his adoring audience. She sure hoped that he had fixed it, although she couldn’t imagine how his actions would make a difference. But then, she’d never had much luck with machines.

      Nick continued to give each child his full attention, making sure that the last one in line felt as important as the first one had. When at last, he sent the final one off with a candy cane and the photo card, a good half hour after the store had closed, he stood up from his throne and stretched out his back. He watched the night manager trotting towards him, after pausing to stop and talk to the last family as they were escorted through the store by an employee who would unlock the door and let them out. “How bad is it?” he asked quietly when the man finally reached him.

      “The press is here; both the local paper and the local cable station, and the Boston paper and all the Boston television stations. Undoubtedly they will pass СКАЧАТЬ