The True Story Behind The Vengeance Of Mrs. Clause

 

 All across blogland, Christmas Carols are being sung. The newest spanking book has been released! Snowflakes please!

The Vengeance Of Mrs. Claus!

You ask how was this story born?

Well our dear Ana may not wish you to know the behind the scenes action, but good grief, I always tells the truth!

 Some of you with a long memory may recall Ana was in just a bit of trouble a few months ago. Santa may have been ready to place Ana on the naughty list. She knew what that meant when Mrs. Claus found out she wasn't behaving.

 True, completely true.

Do any of you recall the bantering conversations as to what she may have expected come Christmas morning? She was quite worried about her behind.

 I kid you not.

Well as Ana is wont to do, she began working hard to turn around her naughtiness…..or somehow divert Santa and send him in another direction.

Now you all know what a perfect angel I am?  Ahem, well anyway… Bas, shhhhhh…. don’t say anything about parts of my stories being real! Play along please.

Oh wait, PK will be on my side.  She knows how Ana likes to create mischief.

However, Ana seems to think I am in constant need of being taken in hand and spanked.

 We all know she is the Miss who needs Mrs. Claus’ attention….!

I mean seriously even Emma wrote a story where Ana got her behind spanked. (Maybe two other elves as well… Renee and Emma… but, that isn't important.)

Anyway, I was giving Ana a bit of a hard time….Cough! Let me clear my throat here. So she threatened to write a story about me getting a real spanking!

Me?

Well that only happens…. sometimes mildly, or well…you know um “the other way”

Remember, I am completely well-behaved.

She dared to include me in the newest story she was writing about Mrs. Claus. (Frankly, I think she was kissing up to Mrs. Claus!) I certainly am always on the nice list.  I am!  Just ask!

Mrs. Claus must have given the okay because Ana appears to be on the nice list, and I am getting a spanking!

So without further ado……..here it is!

The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus!

Now our darling talented Ana has a book coming out this week!!!!!

This book is available to purchase on Blushing Books Dec. 8^th 2012, but you can pre-order.

Blurb for The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

In some countries, turning 21 means gaining the right to vote and drink alcoholic beverages.  For Claire Labraun, the Christmas after her 21st birthday would be beyond her wildest imagination.

Minelle and Matthew Labraun believed in a traditional marriage.  Matthew was head of their household, and Minelle was his helpmeet.  When it came to raising their headstrong 21-year-old daughter, however, they found themselves at a loss.  Minelle had always taught Claire to do the right thing for right’s sake.  Claire, however, had different ideas.  She rebelled against their rules, flaunted authority, and connived to get things she wanted.  She had never been spanked in her life; Matthew and Minelle kept that adult privilege strictly between themselves.  But this year, a visit from Santa plus Claire’s newly adult status would change her idea of Christmas forever. 

Excerpt from The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus

          Minelle gave a nervous giggle.  “Matthew,” she whispered as she ran a hand down his arm, “slow down.  I don’t even know what we’re doing.”

          Matthew gave a flick to his wrist that sent the soft, silky strands of the flogger playing across her breasts.  “I am,” he said slowly, “performing my duties as a husband to my wife.”  He unbuttoned her blouse further.

          “No, no, what if the kids come in early?  We can’t…”

          Matthew finished unbuttoning her blouse and tossed it aside.  He let the flogger dance across her newly bare flesh, smiling in open delight and desire as she began responding despite her protests to the contrary.

          “I should work on my lesson plans for tomorrow, get dinner started…the chicken needs to thaw…”

          “Do you honestly think,” Matthew growled, taking her into his arms, “I’m interested in dinner right now?”

          Minelle gave a little shriek, blushed, and nuzzled her cheek against his rough denim shirt.  “We’re sensible adults and parents,” she protested.  “Too old for this foolishness.  Now let me go and…”

          Matthew reached for her pants and tugged at the elastic waist.  “Careful what you say,” he warned.  “Don’t forget I’m older than you are.  Are you calling me old, little girl?”

          Minelle blushed.  She had been just seventeen when the twenty-four-year-old Matthew started courting her, and he was her first and only boyfriend.  Sometimes she felt too young for him even now in the midst of comfortable middle age, but at other times she felt much older and wiser.  On their first dates, though, when he taught her about kissing he had teased her by calling her his “little girl”.  His friends called him a cradle-snatcher.  Just barely twenty-two when they married and twenty-three and twenty-five when their children were born, she often felt she had grown up right alongside their babies.  It was ridiculous after all these years for him to still call her “little girl,” but something inside of her tingled at the name.

          “Yes,” she whispered, trying to ignore the funny flips in her stomach as he eased her pants and then her silly granny panties first down to her knees and then completely off.  “You’re far too old for this nonsense and I should put my clothes back on and take that chicken out of the freezer…”

          “Put a hand on your clothes and I’ll stop playing nice with the flogger.”

          Matthew’s voice cut her short.  Minelle gave another little giggle and glanced up entreatingly at her husband of just over twenty years.  “Honey…”

          Matthew set the flogger down and fingered the buckle on his belt.  “Or there are other ways to make you listen…”

          Minelle gave a delicious shiver.  She didn’t have time for this, she told herself.  Except her body wouldn’t listen.  Matthew’s work-roughened hands turned her onto her stomach and explored every inch of her, a heavy callused palm landing on her bottom.

          “Ouch!” she exclaimed. 

          Matthew bent over and held her hair away from her neck, kissing the little bone that jutted out at the top of her spine and then working his way down the length of her back.  At each kiss she shivered half with delight and half with anticipation.  “Now let’s talk about this silly diet of yours,” he began.

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