Training Mrs. C.

The Twelve Days of Christmas, Book Eight

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Isabella Kole

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Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About Isabella Kole

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Chapter One

Catie Claus reached into the hot oven and removed the last batch of sugar cookies. Setting them on the counter to cool before she turned off the heat in the massive oven in the Claus kitchen, she wiped her brow and said, "There, that's the last of them." She poured herself a cup of steaming coffee, flavored it with candy cane flavored creamer and sat down.

Her mother-in-law, Clara, answered, "Really, dear, are you sure you wouldn't prefer a nice hot mug of cocoa instead of coffee?"

Catie grinned. "I like my coffee; you know that, Mother Claus."

Clara Claus shook her head. Her son's bride was a wonderful girl, but she had much to learn in the ways of the North Pole if she were to someday become the reigning Mrs. Claus. The Claus family was considered to be royalty in the North Pole, and the residents of the small country looked up to them. Hot cocoa, complete with whipped cream and a candy cane to flavor it, was the national drink. Sure, coffee and tea were enjoyed by many, but as a Claus, Catie must learn to compromise. Her choice of drink wasn't the most alarming thing, but it was on the list of many things the young girl must be taught.

Young Nick Claus had met Catie while he was away at school. Even though it was understood that someday he would take over the family business of running the North Pole and everything that came with it, including Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Claus felt he should experience life in the real world, along with obtaining an education. When he'd brought sweet Catie home for a visit, Santa and Clara had been elated. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, the young girl seemed like the perfect mate for the heir to the Claus dynasty. She was from a wealthy family in England, and she came from good stock. She had money of her own, so the vast Claus fortune meant nothing to her. She loved Nick for the handsome, intelligent young man he was. When the couple began to talk of marriage, Clara had been quick to point out to them that Catie would be required to live at the North Pole, and she would be trained to take over the reins upon the retirement of Nick's parents.

At the same time Clara was teaching Catie to take her place, Santa was grooming his son. The men spent long days in the workshop and the castle, attending to business, as well as getting everything ready for Christmas. The two women cooked and baked for hours, shopped, greeted the townspeople, attended meetings and assisted the men when needed. They planned parties and luncheons, overseeing the vast staff in the castle. Clara taught her to do the payroll for the many employees. She attempted to teach her how to be a mother figure to the elves, and yes, there really are elves at the North Pole. They worked for pay, just like any other adult in the community. There was the catch. Catie wasn't a mother figure by any stretch of the imagination. She was young, vibrant, and beautiful, although childlike in her ways. She had a stubborn streak and could be quite feisty given the chance. She would rather joke and play like a child with the elves, rather than being a mentor for them.

"I think this last batch is cool enough to ice," Catie said, bringing Clara out of her thoughts. "I'll do that. I'll take them to the workshop when I'm finished. It's about time for the elves to go on break."

Clara nodded. "Fine, dear, I'll clean up this mess and start dinner while you're in the workshop."

Catie hummed a modern tune while she worked. Clara smiled and shook her head. It wasn't a Christmas song, but she'd learned that Catie was anything but traditional, and she knew, to a certain extent, that was okay.

* * *

When the cookies were iced, Catie reached for the large basket used to carry cookies outside the Claus kitchen and lined it with a fresh Christmas napkin. She carefully layered the cookies into the bottom of the basket and walked across the room to the hook on the wall that held her winter coat. When she was sufficiently bundled to ward off the cold December air, she grabbed the basket and said, "I'll be back to help with dinner."

"Take your time. I'm throwing together a huge pot of stew," Clara replied as she began slicing vegetables.

The brisk wind hit Catie in the face as soon as she opened the door. There was snow on the ground and from the looks of the sky, more would fall before bedtime. Catie skipped down the walk that led from the back door of the castle to the large workshop. Many of the local residents were employed by the Claus family. It was a year-round job, manufacturing toys and putting together the orders for Christmas. Catie especially liked the playful elves. They were certainly a fun-loving bunch, and it made her day complete to visit with them each afternoon. She spoke to some of the other folks who were braving the cold outside that day. She reached the back door of the workshop and walked in.

The place was bustling with excitement, the energy level high, as the many employees scurried about. With just a few more weeks until Christmas they were working overtime to make sure everything was ready for Santa's trip.

She spied Homer, one of the elves, and waved to him. She looked around for her husband, but he was nowhere in sight. After making her way to the break room, she set the basket on the table and walked over to the fire to warm her hands.

"One of my favorite parts of the day," a deep voice said in her ear. She turned to see Nick's handsome face.

"I wondered where you were," she replied as she waited for his kiss. She wasn't disappointed as his lips touched hers in a chaste peck.

"That's the best you can do after I've slaved away in that kitchen all day?" she teased.

"Later, my love, I'll make it up to you properly," he promised as he reached for a cookie.

They were interrupted as the elder Mr. Claus joined them. "Catie, my dear, I smell your cookies from the hallway. How are you this fine day?"

"Santa, I'm just fine. Help yourself before the elves get in here, or there won't be any left."

A few minutes later, the whistle indicating that it was break time sounded, and they were joined by the elves and some of the other employees.

"Let's go to my office," Nick said as he grabbed her hand. "You can join me for a cup of cocoa."

Catie walked with her husband to his office down the hall. She looked over at him and her heart skipped a beat, just like it did every time she looked at him. Nick Claus was a good six foot tall, with broad shoulders and jet black hair. His brown eyes looked like the chocolate drops Santa stuffed in the children's stocking each year. He looked no more like Santa Claus than did Homer, or any of the other elves, for that matter. She had teased him relentlessly about that fact when he had first revealed his identity to her.

"You know, my dad didn't always have white hair," he'd told her with a chuckle.

He pulled her into his office, immediately kicking the door shut with his foot. She was drawn into an embrace. His dark head leaned down, and as she stood on her tiptoes, he kissed her thoroughly. His teeth grazed her lower lip before his tongue thrust itself deeply into her mouth. He tasted like cocoa, sweet and chocolaty. She relaxed in his arms, letting him take her to another dimension with the masterful movements of his tongue. While he continued to kiss her, his hands were busy unbuttoning her coat. He let it drop to the floor as his hands moved sensuously up and down her back.

"Mmm," she murmured.

Nick broke away, leading her to a chair. "We'd better have that cocoa. I always forget how quickly we get carried away, and it wouldn't do for us to unleash our passion in the middle of a busy workday in this place."

Catie laughed. "It would be fun though, clandestine, don't you think?"

Nick shook his head. "Ah, you forget who we are. The Claus family is the same as the monarchy in your country. We have to maintain some decorum in public."

"This is the North Pole, for goodness sake, the most fun place in the whole world," she argued. "We're in Santa's workshop, in your private office."

Nick laughed as he handed his bride a cup of cocoa. "That's true, but it's also a workplace. It's not all fun and games."

They chatted easily while relaxing together with their cocoa. When Nick announced that he had some work to finish before dinner Catie took the hint and stood up. She retrieved her coat from the floor and got ready for the cold walk back to the castle. "Your mom is making stew for dinner. Don't be late. I love you," she said as she leaned across the desk for one last kiss.

As she walked back to the break room, she smiled and waved at the employees who were back at their stations. After she got the empty cookie basket, she walked outside. Surprisingly, three of the elves were outside. They jumped in surprise, until they saw that it was Catie who had opened the door.

"Oh, Catie, it's you," Jack, one of the elves, said.

"What are you guys doing? Aren't you supposed to be working?" she asked as she walked over to where they seemed to be hiding something.

The three men looked at each other before Jack spoke. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked.

"I guess so… now what are you three up to?"

Jack explained, "Well, we thought the place needed some extra glow, so we're adding more lights to the mix."

"Why?" Catie asked.

"Why not?" one of the elves asked in reply.

"It seems a bit odd that just a few weeks before Christmas, you've decided to add extra lights. These decorations have been up for a month."

"Christmas spirit and all that," Jack said. "Now are you going to help us or are you going to move along?"

If Catie had been thinking, she would have known the elf should not speak to her that way. And if she'd really been thinking, she would have walked away quickly. But that wasn't in her nature. She was in a mood for fun, and what better way to make a long afternoon more bearable than by putting up more Christmas decorations?

She set her basket on a bench nearby and set about helping the elves. When the extra lights had been strung, Jack walked over to the outlet and plugged them in. Poof!

There was a loud noise and all the lights went out! Not just the Christmas lights, but all the lights along the street. Catie looked up and down the street. When she turned back around, the three elves had disappeared and she stood alone next to the outlet. The door opened and Nick, accompanied by his father, came outside.

"What happened, Catie? Why are you still here?" Nick asked as he glanced around and noticed the extra strings of lights. "Dad, I think I've found the problem."

Santa joined his son as they inspected the scene. "Yep, someone put up some extra lights, and when they plugged them in a fuse blew. You may as well send the crew home for the day. We'll have to repair this before any more work can be done. I'm sorry, but they'll probably be working on Saturday to make up the lost time. It's too close to Christmas for this to happen." Santa grumbled to himself while untangling the new lights. Nick went inside to inform the employees of the issue.

When he came back outside he looked at Catie with a stern look on his face. "Catie, what do you know about this? Did you do it? Do you know who did?" he asked.

Santa shook his head. "Son, I'll leave you to deal with your wife. I've got to get the electrician to fix this before morning." The older man went back inside, leaving the young couple outside alone.

Catie took a step back. Should she tell about the elves and risk getting them in trouble or should she take the rap for them? She could tell by the look in Nick's eyes what he was thinking.

Chapter Two

"Nick, I can explain," she said in soft, shaky voice.

"I'm waiting," he said impatiently.

"The lights, I thought we needed more. I didn't realize the fuse would blow."

"Catie, you just thought of this, just now? You expect me to believe that? I think you're covering for someone, probably Jack and his gang. They've been known to pull pranks like this before."

"Nick, please," she pleaded. "Can't we just chalk it up to an honest mistake, fix the problem, and go on with business as usual?"

"Catie, this is the worst possible time for something like this to happen. Dad is going to have the electrician working on it tonight. Tomorrow and the rest of the week, the workers are going to have to play catch up. I know they're only going to lose a few hours work, but those few hours are crucial this close to Christmas Eve. You should know that by now." He shook his handsome head as he took her hand. "Come on." He led her down the walkway and into the back door of the castle. With Clara looking on, he led his bride up the back stairs to their bedroom.

When he had closed the door behind them, he walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. Taking a wooden paddle out of the drawer, he turned to her and said, "You know what to do. This can't go unpunished. When are you going to learn?"

"Nick, please," she pleaded again. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"Sweetheart, how many times have you promised that before? You let the elves draw you into their pranks time and time again. They need to learn respect for you if you're ever going to take over for Mom in her retirement. They don't treat you as you should be treated. They think you're one of them, because of your fun-loving ways. Fun is good, but there is a time and a place for it. This wasn't it."

"How do you know the elves had anything to do with it? Maybe it was all my idea."

"Catie, don't. You can't protect them. They need to answer for what they've done. Now, tell me, was it Jack and his two sidekicks? They need to be dealt with. Running off and leaving you to take the fall just wasn't fair. Are you going to let them get away with it?"

"I'm going to be punished anyway, so why should they?" she asked in a stubborn tone.

"Make it easier on yourself, honey. Tell me the truth."

Catie closed her mouth tightly. Nick walked over to her and led her to the bed. He unbuttoned her coat, and for the second time that afternoon he let it slide to the floor. There was no passionate kiss to follow this time. Instead, he turned her around and told her to bend over the bed.

She did as she was told and a few minutes later, she felt him tugging at her jeans, pulling them down to her knees. Her lace panties soon followed as she braced herself for what was coming next.

The wooden paddle made contact with her bottom and she jumped. "Ouch!"

Ignoring her, Nick smacked the sit spot once more and said, "Tell me who your accomplices were and this will be over much sooner."

"No," she said.

"Catie, please," Nick said as the wood touched her cheeks again. They were beginning to redden, but he yielded another crack of the paddle before he told her to get dressed.

Wiping a tear from her cheek as she pulled her jeans up and fastened them,  she looked at him and said, "Okay, when I walked outside I could see Jack and the other two, I don't know their names, were up to something. When I asked them what, they told me. I saw no harm in what they were doing, so I helped them. I had no idea it would cause a problem. Now, are you happy?"

Pulled into his strong embrace, she felt his heart beating fast as he held her. "Catie, sweetie, don't you know by now, you can't get caught up in their schemes? I hope you've learned your lesson this time."

"You're saying I should have marched right back inside and tattled on them?" she asked.

"In time, you'll learn the fine art of reasoning with them. You'll calmly talk them out of doing something so hare-brained. Until that time, you're going to have to learn the hard way, I guess. Now, I've got to go help Dad. Catie, I love you. We're in this together. You knew it wasn't going to be easy, to join this family. I hope you never regret your decision to become my wife."

"Nick, you're right. I did know. Maybe I didn't realize it would be so much work, learning to be the next Mrs. C, but I wouldn't trade our life for anything in the world. Now, go, do what you need to do. I'll see you at dinner."

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before he bolted out of the room.

Catie sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about her afternoon. She had so much to learn. How could she have reasoned with Jack? Nick was right; the elves had no respect for her as their next queen. They thought of her as one of the gang. She had to change that, but how? It was in her nature to have fun.

A short time later, she made her way down the stairs and joined Clara in the kitchen.

"Here, dear, have a cup of cocoa. It'll help calm you. Would you like to tell me what that was all about?" the older woman asked.

"Oh, Clara, I've really messed up this time. I helped some of the elves do something that resulted in the power going out in the workshop. Now Santa and Nick have to get it fixed, and the workers are going to have to make up the lost time."

"Don't beat yourself up. I know you, and your heart was in the right place. Sometimes, you make a bad choice, that's all. You know, I was much like you when I first came here. Santa's mother threw her hands in the air several times a day while she was training me."

"Really?" she asked. "You? I find that hard to believe."

"Believe it. I had to earn the respect of the townspeople, the workers, the staff, and the elves, just like you. It's not easy, coming from the "real" world, so to speak, to a place like the North Pole. A lot is expected of the Claus family."

"I don't want to disappoint Nick, but I feel like I do that a lot."

"Honey, Nick loves you. He's being groomed by his dad, much the same way I'm helping you. It's not easy for him either. Yes, he grew up here, he's been a Claus all his life, but he's young. He's had a taste of the other world. He spent four years in England, remember? He's learning, too."

"I never thought of that. I guess dealing with me and learning to be the next Santa Claus isn't a bowl of cherries for him. I have to do better."

"Darling, don't ever lose your fun-loving spirit. It's a part of you. It's part of your charm. You just have to learn the proper time and the proper place for fun. You'll get the hang of it. You are right about one thing, though. The troublemakers need to learn to respect you as the wife of Nick Claus."

"They're going to get into trouble for this. What will Santa do to them?" she asked as she sipped the sweet chocolate drink.

"Santa is a fair man. More than likely, they'll have extra duty. They may lose their next day off and have to work to make up for the delay in production they've caused."

"You know they ran away, leaving me there alone to face Santa and Nick."

"That's terrible! They will be dealt with. Now, don't worry your pretty little head about it another minute. Santa doesn't hold a grudge. Neither does Nick. I'll bet when they come in for supper, all will be forgotten."

Clara was right. Hours later, when the problem had been resolved and the Claus family sat down to eat, Catie enjoyed a pleasant meal with her family. She offered to do the dishes and Nick helped her, teasingly swatting her with a dishtowel as she worked in the kitchen. When they were finished, they said their goodnights and retired to their bedroom for some much needed alone time.

Nick chased her up the stairs and when they were in their large bedroom at the end of the hall, far away from his parents, they collapsed on the bed together, laughing.

"I'll race you to the shower," he said, after he had planted a kiss on her lips.

"You're on, Christmas boy," she said as she jumped up, stripping off her clothes as she ran to the massive marble bathroom adjacent to their bedroom.

Nick tuned on the spray and adjusted the water temperature. They stood naked in front of the shower, and he kissed her passionately as he helped her inside.

The water felt wonderful as it cascaded down upon them. Nick picked up the peppermint scented soap and began applying it to her curves. Her body tingled from his touch. When he was finished, she returned the favor and they stood under the water, letting it surround them with warmth as the soap was rinsed from their bodies. They kissed again before Nick reached up to turn off the spray. He helped her out of the shower, and wrapped a thick red towel around himself. He dried her body with the other towel, wrapped it around her, and then proceeded to dry his own body. After that, he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom, laying her gently on their king-sized bed.

Catie sighed as he lay down beside her. His mouth devoured hers as he removed the thick towel from her freshly scrubbed body. His hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire deep within her soul. When he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck, she shivered. He moved down her body, planting kisses along her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, and finally to her sweet spot. His tongue began to work the same magic as it had done to her mouth as she gasped. The fire in her body raged until she could no longer hold back the sensations threatening to spill forth. Her body shuddered as she gave in to the release. When she had recovered sufficiently, Nick entered her and began to thrust deeply. Matching his movements, Catie wrapped her legs around his waist and together they climbed the mountain of desire. When they reached the pinnacle, their desire for each other exploded into another delightful climax.

Nick held her tightly for several minutes, kissing her and murmuring sweet words, before they pulled the covers down to settle in for the night. Nick got up and lit a fire in the stone fireplace in the corner of the room.

Catie looked around the room she'd called home for the past year. Large and inviting, the room was filled with antique furniture that had been in the Claus family for generations. The king-sized bed had been purchased when they married, but the dresser and other furniture were heirlooms. A sitting room adjoined the bedroom on one side, furnished with a couch, two chairs, accent tables, a desk, and bookshelves full of books. On the wall in the bedroom above the fireplace was a large screen television set. On the opposite side of the room was the marble bathroom, complete with shower, Jacuzzi tub and double sinks. It was the perfect getaway for a young, married couple.

Catie had chosen maroon and hunter green for the décor, in keeping with the Christmas spirit of the North Pole. She had such high hopes of fitting in when she'd decided to make this her forever home. After today she wondered if she had set her goals too high. Would she ever be good enough to be the next Mrs. C?

Chapter Three

The days that followed were busy at the North Pole. The incident of the blown fuse was all but forgotten. The missed work was caught up, with the employees being allowed to leave at noon that Saturday. Jack and his two friends were required to work the entire day. They had also been reprimanded for their treatment of Catie.

Clara had taken the treats to the workshop at Catie's insistence. Since she hadn't been seen by any of the elves, Jack and his friends went to see her at the castle one day during their break.

Catie answered the door and was surprised to see the three offending elves standing on the porch. Jack was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Mrs. C, we owe you an apology. What we did was wrong. We should not have dragged you into our project, and we certainly shouldn't have run away, leaving you to face the consequences of our actions. Would you please accept these flowers as our way of saying we're sorry?" Jack asked, as the other two nodded in agreement.

"Oh, you didn't have to bring me flowers, but thank you. Would you like to come in for some cocoa?" she asked as she took the flowers.

"No, we have to get back to work. It's break time, so we took the opportunity to run over here. We've missed you at the workshop."

"Thank you. I've been so busy here helping Clara, I mean, Mrs. Claus."

"We'll see you at the party," Jack said.

"Yes, the party," Catie replied with a sigh. The party had been occupying most of her time the past few days.

"Bye, now. Enjoy your flowers."

"I will. Thank you again," she replied.

The party was given every year by the Claus family. It was held the Saturday before Christmas in the ballroom of Santa's Castle. Since Clara was busy sewing doll dresses for Santa's run, the party planning had been delegated to Catie this year.

"You can handle it. You helped me last year. This is your chance to shine, show the community what you can do. The staff will assist you with whatever you need," Clara had told her. "I'm so behind on my sewing this year. I must spend all my time getting these little dresses finished for Santa."

Catie took a vase from the cupboard and filled it with water. She arranged the holiday flowers. She set them on the dining room table, before pouring a cup of coffee and sitting down to go over her list for the party again. The food was ordered, the decorations were ready to be put up, and the gifts for the workers were all ready. Santa presented his workers with gifts and there were small tokens for the rest of the community. Clara had already taken care of those the month before. Catie had to check with the band that was to provide the music, and then she could relax. Of course, the workshop employees all received a hefty holiday bonus. She and Clara would take care of depositing the money into their accounts a few days before Christmas. There was so much more to being Mrs. Claus than anyone knew. Clara took care of a lot of things for Santa. He had enough on his plate. Nick was quickly finding that out, just as Catie was.

"How is the planning coming along, dear?" Clara asked as she walked into the kitchen. She took a mug from the cupboard, helping herself to the coffee Catie had brewed.

"You're drinking coffee?" Catie asked in surprise.

Clara laughed. "Occasionally I do indulge. I need a break from my sewing." She sat down at the table with her daughter-in-law. "I've always wondered why an English girl drinks coffee rather than tea."

Catie giggled. "I began drinking coffee in college. I still like my tea when I'm home in England visiting, but here it's either coffee or cocoa."

"Variety is not a bad thing."

"As far as the party, once I check with Ronny, the band manager, I think we're set. We'll decorate the ballroom on Friday."

"Are you looking forward to your visit to England for the New Year holiday?" Clara asked.

After the hectic holiday, the Claus family always took a vacation. Santa and Clara were going on a cruise with Clara's brother and his wife, while Nick and Catie planned to visit her family and friends in England this year.

"I am looking forward to it. It's always nice to go back and see everyone, but this is home now."

Clara patted her hand. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I know it's hard to come to the North Pole. My family is from Switzerland, you know."

"The North Pole is a wonderful place," Catie said.

"A bit isolated from the rest of the world, though. It takes a special woman to love a Claus man enough to make it her home. Each of the Claus wives has come from a different country."

"Why does no one marry a local girl?" Catie asked.

Clara seemed taken aback by the question. "I really don't know. The Claus family is made up of many different cultures. Nick never dated anyone locally. Oh, he had prom dates and such in high school, but he didn't date anyone seriously until he went to England. There was one girl before you, but it wasn't serious."

"Yes, Elizabeth, he told me about her."

"We never met her. He didn't bring her here. I believe they were friends who only went out with a group of other friends."

"That's what he said. I've never met her either. They don't keep in touch."

"When he met you, you were all he talked about in his phone calls and emails, the beauty from England he'd been seeing. You made quite a hit with him."

"My family adored him from the start. Of course, when they learned his real identity, they had concerns. He quickly won them over, though."

"He has that knack, doesn't he?" Clara replied with a smile. It was evident she doted on her only child. She and Santa hadn't been able to conceive after Nick, so he became her whole world.

That night, settled comfortably under the covers in their massive bed with a fire roaring in the fireplace, Catie asked about Elizabeth. "Nick, do you ever wonder what happened to Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth? What brought that up?" he asked in surprise.

"Your mom and I were talking this afternoon and her name came up, nothing major, just that you never brought her here."

He pulled her closer. "Sweetheart, I never brought her here to meet the folks or to see the North Pole because there was no reason to. That privilege was being reserved for the girl I planned to marry. There has never been anyone else for me but Catherine Welsh Claus. You are the only woman I have ever loved."

"Are you ever sorry you chose me? I mean, I seem to have this knack for getting myself into scrapes, not real Mrs. C material."

Nick kissed her forehead. "I love you just the way you are. Your ability to get into trouble is part of your charm. I have to be tough with you to help you train for your future duties. I don't want you to lose your carefree spirit. You just need to learn to curb it at times."

"Do you think I'll ever be able to live up to the family tradition as the reigning Mrs. C?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. Mom and Dad are nowhere near ready for retirement. We both have a lot to learn, and we have years to do it. We'll be fine."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He kissed her passionately after that and all conversation ended as they began to snuggle deeper under the covers.

His warm hands comforted her tired body as he caressed her gently. Moving to her breasts he tweaked one her pert buds. She moaned softly. He lowered his head to suckle her nipple before moving down to her clit. As his tongue once again worked its magic, she writhed and continued to moan, calling out his name.

He swiftly rolled her over and lifted her up, mounting her from behind. As he moved inside her, he fondled one of her breasts, bringing her to a heightened sense of longing. Her body longed for release, but he prolonged the pleasure, taking his time, plunging deep inside the velvety warmth. When they both finally allowed themselves release, it was sweet and complete. She fell asleep in his arms, content in their love for one another.

The next morning, before the sun came up, she woke to find her husband staring at her.

"Were you watching me sleep?" she asked.

"For a few minutes, yes, it was like watching an angel," he replied.

"Mmm, this angel feels more like a devil right now," she replied in a low, seductive tone.

"Is that right?" he asked. "I think I can take care of that." He reached over and took a pair of shiny silver handcuffs from the nightstand drawer. He dangled them in front of her. "Feel like putting these to use?" he asked.

She giggled and held out her hands. He quickly clasped the cuffs onto both her hands and held them above her head as he rolled over on top of her.

"Now, you are my prisoner," he said with a sexy growl.

"Take me," she said simply.

"Just like that, take me?" he asked.

"Just like that," she replied.

He pushed his hard cock into her wet, warm, pulsating core, slowly at first. With one final, hard thrust he was fully inside, moving slowly before suddenly thrusting hard.

Catie moved her body in unison with his. He thrust harder, pausing to bite her breast lightly, before he continued his movements inside her. He suddenly stopped and rolled her over, her hands still above her head, cuffed.

Nick reached into the drawer again and brought out a tube of lubricant. After liberally using it on her anus, he slowly spread her apart with his finger as she squealed in delight. When he was sure she was ready for him, he slowly entered her, his hands busy with her nipples while his dick began moving gently inside her. One hand moved to her clit, while the other continued to tweak one of her nipples. Catie was ready to explode, the heat building inside her like a volcano. The sensations wracking her body were earth-shattering and delightful. When she finally gave in, she was in oblivion. Nothing existed except Nick. He was her entire world. When the shuddering subsided, he called out her name and emptied himself inside her. When he finally rolled off her and flipped her onto her back, he reached for the key and released her wrists from the cuffs. Rubbing them gently, he kissed her and pulled her close. A short time later he got up and went into the bathroom to fill the large tub with warm water. He sprinkled lavender bath salts into the water, swished them around with his hand, and went back to the bed to carry her to the tub. He placed her in the warm, soothing water and bathed her, before joining her in the water. They enjoyed the bath until the water began to cool. He rubbed her rosy body dry with a towel and carried her back to the bed, where they slept until it was time to begin the day. Catie felt more loved than she had ever felt that day and she hummed Christmas tunes while she worked.

She knew that Clara watched her, listened to her humming, and smiled knowingly.

Chapter Four

It was the week of the party and, putting it mildly, Catie was a mess. Everything seemed to be falling apart. The food order had been delayed, and she had to make substitutions to the menu, the band's manager had not gotten back to her to confirm, and the staff member who was overseeing the cooking had to leave town for a family emergency.

To make matters even worse, Nick and Clara were of no help to her because they were both busy finishing the last minute preparations for Santa's yearly trip on Christmas Eve.

She sipped her coffee, waiting on the phone, for what seemed an eternity, for someone to pick up from the wholesaler who was providing the food for the event. She glanced at the clock and realized she had only been on hold for five minutes. It may as well have been five hours. She was tired, cranky, and growing more impatient by the minute.

"How may I help you?" a voice said on the other end of the line.

"This is Catie Claus, calling again about my order. I've made a request to substitute turkey to replace the Cornish hens on backorder. No one has gotten back to me to confirm this. The party is this Saturday night at Santa's Castle in the North Pole. I need all the food to be delivered by Thursday, which is tomorrow. I need confirmation that all is on schedule."

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Claus, let me see if I can locate your order. May I have your order number, please?"

"Really? I would think the annual Christmas party at Santa's Castle would be a top priority order. I mean, we order the food from you every year."

"I realize that, ma'am, but I can locate your order in our system much faster if you have the order number handy."

Catie fumbled through the papers in front of her and produced the order. She rattled off the numbers to the uncaring voice on the other end of the line.

"Here it is," the man said. "Hmm."

"Is there another problem?" Catie asked impatiently.

"No, no, everything seems to be in order. The food should arrive via air delivery to the North Pole tomorrow morning by ten your time. It will be taken from the air strip directly to the castle, as always. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"We had discussed a discount, due to the fact I had to change the menu at the last minute," she reminded him.

"Yes, ma'am, it's all been taken care of. You will receive an invoice with the delivery, payable upon receipt."

"If you'll be so kind as to give me the total amount, I'll have a check ready."

He rattled off the final tally. She jotted it down, before thanking him and ending the call.

One problem averted, it was time to call the band manager. Honestly, they were a local band; you'd think they'd be honored to be asked to play at Santa's Castle!

"Hello," a female voice answered.

"Yes, this is Catie Claus. I'm calling for Ronny Johnson."

"Ronny is out at the moment, may I take a message?" the voice replied.

"I had spoken to him several months ago about The North Pole Experience playing for the annual party this Saturday night at Santa's Castle. He was supposed to contact me with a final confirmation and details last week. So far, I'm still waiting for that call."

"Oh, are you that English chick who snagged Nick Claus?" the girl asked.

"I am Mrs. Nick Claus, yes, now when may I expect to hear from Mr. Johnson?" she asked, growing more impatient by the minute.

"I'll tell him you called."

"I would appreciate hearing from him today, if possible. The party is three days away."

"Ronny's been awfully busy. I'm sure he has it under control. He flew to L.A. to meet with some big time producers. He should be back this afternoon."

"Please have him contact me. He has my number. It is vitally important that I speak with him as soon as he returns."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll pass that along."

"See that you do. Thank you."

Clara walked into the room just as Catie hung up the phone.

"Catie, dear, I've never heard you speak that way on the phone. You know that kindness goes a lot further than bossiness. That's one thing you'll need to learn."

"Well, Clara, sometimes firmness is what's needed. These people aren't following through on their end of the deal. First, there was the issue with the food, and now the manager of the band won't return my calls. It's too late to book another band."

"I know, darling, but these things happen. Please, tone it down a notch. Maybe you've had a bit too much caffeine."

Catie was at her boiling point. "Maybe you should just stay out of it and let me handle it. You threw this party in my lap, now let me take care of it." She got up and stormed across the room, putting on her coat before she walked outside for some fresh air.

I've never spoken to my mother-in-law like that before. I need to take a walk and chill out.

She walked through the town, admiring the many gaily decorated shops on the square. Some children were building a snowman and she assumed school had already let out for the holiday. They were having so much fun she decided to join them.

"Mind if I help?" she asked as she reached the group of laughing youngsters.

They looked at her in awe. "You want to help us?" one of the girls asked.

"Of course, it looks like fun," she replied.

She spent the next hour frolicking in the snow like a child, until she heard someone call her name.

"Catie?" a familiar male voice said.

She turned quickly to face her handsome husband. "Oh, Nick, I guess I was having so much fun, I lost track of the time. I should be getting back. I'm expecting a phone call." She turned to the children and told them goodbye. They formed a circle around her and hugged her.

She joined Nick and they walked back to the castle together. "Mom said you were a bit stressed and that you took off earlier. Want to tell me what that's all about? She said you snapped at her."

"I'm sorry, but everything is going wrong with the party plans. Your mom had the nerve to insinuate I'd had too much caffeine this morning and I blew. You know this party was dumped on me, and I'm doing the best I can."

"Mom understands, and she's concerned about you, but I won't tolerate you speaking to her in that manner. Is that understood? As for the party, I realize it's a lot of responsibility, and I know you've had some problems. If I could help you I would, but I'm needed elsewhere right now. This is one of the things you're going to have to learn to handle. Now, let's get back to work. This discussion will be continued later. I love you, baby." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head when they reached the back door of the castle. He waved goodbye and turned to walk back to the workshop.

Catie sighed. She knew exactly what "continuing this discussion" meant. Maybe she had been a bit too abrupt with Clara, but gosh darn it, she was stressed. Wasn't Mrs. C allowed to stress?

She walked into the kitchen to the aroma of freshly baked gingerbread. Clara looked up from the oven and smiled. "Did you have a nice walk?"

"I walked to the square and did some window shopping, and then I helped a group of children build a snowman in the square."

"That sounds like a wonderful way to relieve some tension. By the way, your Mr. Johnson phoned while you were out. He gave me the rundown of the music they plan to play, and he said to tell you they would be here late Saturday afternoon to set up. He said to call him if you have any questions. I've written everything down for you."

"Thank you for taking that call. Clara, I'm sor—" she began before the other woman stopped her.

"Don't say a word, dear. You're allowed to get upset. Planning a party of this size is not an easy undertaking. You've done a wonderful job."

"Thank you," she replied meekly. "Now, the only problem left to deal with is the cooking. With Selma gone, the other cooks on staff will have to work harder. Can you suggest who I should place in charge of the meal?"

Clara thought for a moment and replied, "I think Noelle Stringer would be a good fit for that role. She's worked with Selma on the meal in previous years. Why don't you meet with her? I believe she's cleaning in the west wing today."

"After I warm my bones with a cup of peppermint cocoa, I'll go look for her. Thank you for the suggestion." She walked to the counter and pulled down a mug.

Clara grinned, but kept quiet, for which Catie was grateful.

After indulging in some of the delicious gingerbread and cocoa, Catie went in search of Noelle. The castle was quite large. It took a while for her to get to the west wing, and to locate the woman. When she spoke with her about overseeing the meal for the party, Noelle was overjoyed.

"I would love to do that for you, Mrs. C," the woman said.

"Thank you. I'll be around to help, as well," Catie assured her.

"You can count on me. I've looked over the menu already. We'll start baking on Friday."

"Okay, that sounds great. I'll be helping with the decorations on Friday, but I'll check in on you, to see if you need anything. The food delivery is expected by ten tomorrow morning. I'll meet you in the large kitchen to go over that with you."

There were two kitchens in the castle, one for the family's use, and a larger one that was used for events, such as the annual party.

"Sounds good," Noelle said. "You're doing a fine job, Mrs. C. This is going to be one of the best parties ever."

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning." She walked slowly back through the castle, enjoying looking at rooms she rarely saw. It really was a beautiful old structure, well-maintained and modernized, yet full of tradition.

When she returned to the family kitchen, she put on an apron and began to help Clara prepare dinner for the family. With such a large staff, Mrs. Claus would never have to cook, but the family had always kept the tradition that staff cleaned and attended to other chores, but the lady of the manor cooked for her family. Catie didn't mind. She liked to cook, and occasionally, she and Nick dined out.

She had all but forgotten that a spanking awaited her later that evening. Early in their courtship, she and Nick had discussed Domestic Discipline. Nick thought it was essential, given the vast responsibilities the two of them would have entrusted to them, should they decide to marry. Catie had balked at first, but after doing some research, she had agreed to try it.

The family enjoyed a quiet dinner later that evening. Santa and Nick discussed the few last minute things remaining on the long list to be completed before the historic annual ride. Clara reported that her sewing was nearly completed, and she would begin working on accounts payable and payroll the next day.

"What's your day look like tomorrow, Catie?" Santa asked kindly, including her in the conversation.

"I will meet with Noelle in the morning to wait for the food delivery. After that's been taken care of, I'll sit down with her and go over the menu and such," she replied as she passed the gravy bowl to Nick.

"The party seems to be coming together nicely, my dear," her father-in-law answered.

"Thank you," she replied quietly. She didn't know if he had been told of her meltdown that morning, but she thought it best not to bring up the subject. Truth be told, she was still nervous about everything going off as planned on Saturday. She was really beginning to look forward to the holiday being over and her visit with her family in England that would follow.

After the kitchen had been cleaned and the four of them had watched a movie together, Nick announced that it was time for the two of them to call it a night. Catie quietly wished her in-laws a good evening and walked upstairs with her husband, knowing full well what was going to take place next.

Chapter Five

Nick closed the bedroom door and stood facing her with his arms crossed.

"Nick, I apologized to your mother and we were able to resolve the problems with the party," she explained.

"I'm glad," he replied. "That doesn't change the fact that you are stressed. I understand this has been an enormous undertaking for you. The party was just thrown in your lap, because Mom simply didn't have the time. That being said, you'll have to learn to deal with these issues, because one of these days, it's all going to be your responsibility. I want to help relieve some of that stress."

"So you're still going to spank me?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Catie, I am."

"But, Nick," she began in protest.

"Trust me, can you do that?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I want you to remove your clothes and go stand in the corner."

"What?" she asked in surprise. This was something new.

"Just do it. You said you trust me."

Slowly she walked to the empty corner. One by one, she removed each article of clothing. Luckily, there was a fire blazing in the fireplace, providing warmth to her exposed skin.

Nick walked to another corner of the room and picked up a cane. This wasn't your normal, everyday cane. After all, they lived in Santa's Castle at the North Pole. No, this cane was wooden, but it was painted red and white, and to the innocent bystander, it looked like a candy cane decorative piece.

Catie turned and saw her gorgeous dark-haired husband approaching her with the cane in his hand.

"You're not using that!" she exclaimed.

Nick simply nodded.

"Nick!"

"Turn around, Catie," he commanded softly.

She did as she was told. After all, she had told him she trusted him. She inhaled deeply and released the air from her lungs slowly. She waited as her body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. Life with Nick Claus was anything but dull.

"I want you to brace yourself against the wall with your hands. On the count of three, I'll use the candy cane."

Placing both her hands securely against the wall for support, she waited as he began with, "One."

Catie sighed deeply.

"Two."

Another sigh. Just get it over with.

"Three." Swish! She heard the sound as the cane was lifted in the air, and a moment later it made contact with the sensitive sit spot at the bottom of her buttocks. Again, Nick expertly administered another crack of the cane. She flinched. It stung, yet she was intrigued by the feel of the cane against her flesh as she stood exposed against the wall. So intrigued, in fact, she felt a warm wetness between her legs. The warmth spread through her body like a wildfire. She wanted nothing more than for her hottie husband to throw down the oversized candy cane and take her from behind.

Nick had other plans. He lifted the cane in the air for another tap to her bottom. She imagined her behind had red stripes to match the candy cane by now, judging from the burning that followed each swish. She refused to cry. In fact, she didn't even feel an urge to do so. All the stress that had been bottled up that week, suddenly, miraculously washed out of her system. She felt relief. She felt a new calmness, a desire to take on the world. Right now, though, she would prefer to take on her husband.

She heard the cane drop to the hardwood floor and she was quickly wrapped in the safe embrace she loved so much. "Catie," he whispered as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently and told her to roll over. Instead of mounting her as she expected, he opened the drawer next to the bed. Then he began to rub a soothing ointment on her stinging bottom. When he had finished, he took her in his arms and cradled her.

"Nick," she whispered.

"Yes, my love," he replied.

"Make love to me," she said.

Without speaking, for no words were needed at that point, he laid her down and began kissing her entire body, engulfing her in heated desire. He was as hot for her as she was for him and he wasted no time devouring her entire body, part by part, with his mouth. His tongue danced on her skin, scorching her tender flesh. She shuddered as the first wave of sweet delight took over her body. When it had passed, he rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. With his hands on her waist, he guided her to his hard, throbbing cock. She slowly eased her aching body onto him, taking him inside her velvety warmth. When his penetration was complete, she moved her body up and down, creating a friction that nearly drove both of them wild. Abandoning all inhibitions, she rode his cock to oblivion. As they climaxed together, she cried out his name.

Later, nestled in his arms, she laughed. "It's a good thing you chose a room at the opposite end of the hall from your folks."

He threw his head back and chuckled heartily. "I'm sure they're just as glad about that as we are."

They dozed on top of the covers for a short time. He woke her up and said, "Let's get the covers down and snuggle in for the night. Would you like for me to run you a bath before you go back to sleep?"

"That would be great," she murmured as she leaned over to kiss him.

He got up and filled the large tub with warm water, adding mint bath beads. When it was ready for her, he went back to the bedroom and lifted her out of the bed. He carried her to the bath, and when she was comfortably soaking in the cooling mint water, he turned on the Jacuzzi jets for her. "I'll leave you to enjoy."

She soaked in the warm bubbles until the water began to grow cool. Stepping out of the tub, she picked up the large green towel he'd laid out for her and dried her tired, but satisfied body. She looked in the mirror at the stripes across her ass and giggled. Candy cane stripes from a candy cane spanking. It could only happen in the North Pole. She folded the towel onto the towel rack and walked to the bed. Nick had fallen asleep. She caressed his forehead with her hand before climbing into the bed beside him. She didn't bother with a nightgown. It may be cold and snowy outside, but she had her Nick to keep her warm. He reached out and pulled her close and they slept like babies the rest of the night.

She woke early the next morning to breakfast served in bed. Nick had gone down to the kitchen and made waffles for the two of them. They enjoyed waffles, fruit and coffee before they got ready to face the day. Nick was being groomed by his father to accompany him on his first Christmas Eve trip, and Catie was left to deal with the food order and the meal for the party most of the day.

Surprisingly, all went smoothly. The food was delivered on time and the order was correct. Catie paid the delivery man, and she and Noelle began to put the food in the pantry and the large refrigerator, until it was time to begin baking and cooking.

They sat down over mugs of steaming cocoa to go over the schedule for making each item, so that the meal would be perfect and ready on time for the guests.

When Catie was satisfied that Noelle was fully prepared for her task, she excused herself and decided to go for a walk. She ended up at the workshop. As she went around the work area, speaking to the workers and elves, she was greeted warmly. Making her way to Nick's office, she saw that he was deep in conversation with Santa.

"Oh, I can come back later. I was just taking a little break and decided to pop in and say hello."

Santa laughed in his booming, loud way and said, "Nonsense. We're just going over the last minute details for Christmas Eve. Take your husband out for lunch."

"That sounds like a great idea. Where are you taking me, Mrs. C?" Nick asked as he stood up.

"I think I'd like to go to Bert's Italian place on the square. We haven't been there for ages and you know how I love the spaghetti and meatballs," she answered.

"Oh, that does sound good. Give me just a minute and we'll be on our way."

She watched, as he turned off his computer and put some files in his desk drawer, before he walked around the desk to kiss her.

"That's my cue to get the heck out of here. Enjoy your lunch," Santa said as he chuckled and left them alone.

With the elder Claus out of sight, Nick pulled her closer and devoured her lips with his. A searing kiss in the middle of the day in his office was unusual for the proper Nick, but he was madly in love with his wife, and apparently he didn't care today. It was almost Christmas and this was the North Pole, after all.

He finally pulled himself away from the blonde beauty he had married and grabbed his coat. Offering her his arm, he said, "Shall we?"

The two young Clauses strolled leisurely down the main street of town, greeting the folks they passed on the street. They enjoyed a romantic lunch at a corner table in the restaurant of Catie's choice, and when it was time to return to their duties, she hated to see it end.

"I'll see you at dinner. Have a productive afternoon," he said, when he walked with her to the back door of the castle.

"I'll be baking for the afternoon break, so I'll see you when I bring the snacks over later."

"You're going to make a smashing Mrs. C someday," he said as he kissed the tip of her nose and turned to walk away.

Chapter Six

The day of the party had arrived. The entire castle was bustling with energy. Every member of the staff had a job to do, and people were running around quickly, making sure things were perfect. The staff wanted the young Mrs. C to succeed. They were quite fond of her, and they knew it had been a huge undertaking for her to plan the entire party alone this year. They intended to see that it all went off without a hitch.

Catie was in the ballroom, checking on the final decorations and table settings. She had opted for a sit down meal, rather than a buffet, and now she was wondering if that had been a wise decision.

"Oh, it will be so elegant," Clara said reassuringly.

"I thought it would be easier to figure the amount of food needed," Catie explained.

"The staff is well trained in serving. You have nothing to worry about. Have I told you how much I like your table centerpieces?"

"Thank you. I think we're all done in here. Let's go to the kitchen and check on Noelle and her staff," Catie suggested.

Her mother-in-law replied, "Right behind you. Remember, you're in charge. I'm here to assist, but this is your baby, and you'll get all the credit for it."

"Or all the blame," Catie replied with a nervous giggle.

"Stop that," Clara teased.

They made the short walk down the hallway to the large event kitchen, and Catie was amazed to see how well-organized the staff was. Everyone had a job, and they were doing it well. The baking had been done the day before. The turkeys and hams had been in the large ovens since early that morning, and right now, vegetables were being prepped.

"Noelle, is there anything you need?" Catie asked as she made her way to the head cook. She was careful not to get in the way of any of the staff.

"I think we're good for now. Everything is right on schedule."

"You have my cell number if you need me. I'll be out and about around the castle, all day, checking on various things. Call if you need me. I'll have my phone on me at all times," Catie said.

"Will do," Noelle replied. "You go on and do whatever you need to do. We're fine."

"Thank you. I appreciate you stepping in for Selma at the last minute. I knew you could do the job."

"I thank you for asking me, Mrs. C," the woman replied with a smile.

Satisfied that all was well in the kitchen, Catie joined Clara at the door. "Our next stop is the room where the gifts are being wrapped," she told her husband's mother.

"Lead the way," the other woman replied.

"I wanted to have the gifts wrapped ahead of time, and the ones you had ordered were, but some things came in late, so I have a crew finishing up today," Catie explained.

"Is that our last stop?" Clara asked.

"I believe it is. I'm ready for a good, hot cup of coffee and some of that red velvet cake you baked yesterday. How about you?" she asked.

"I may even join you in that cup of coffee," Clara replied with a slight smile. "We'd better have a sandwich, while we're at it. Dinner isn't until seven-thirty."

After making sure each gift had been wrapped and tagged, Catie instructed her workers to place them into the decorated baskets she'd provided them with.

"I'll brew the coffee and make some sandwiches, if you'd like to cut the cake," Clara said when they got to the family kitchen a short time later.

The two women relaxed and talked about the night ahead.

"The band will be here at four, so I'll need to check on them and get them settled. After that, I'm going to soak in a hot tub before I get ready," Catie said.

"The first guests will begin arriving about six-thirty," Clara informed her. "You'll have your early bunch and then your last minute stragglers."

"I'm so nervous and excited at the same time," Catie admitted.

"Totally understandable," the senior Mrs. Claus said. "I'm the same way every year. Oh, look, here are the boys."

Santa and Nick entered the kitchen through the back door.

"Are you hungry?" Catie asked. "I'll make you both a sandwich and cut a slice of cake for you."

"That sounds good to me," Nick said.

"Thanks, Catie," Santa added.

She set the food in front of the men a few minutes later. "How's it going in the workshop?" she asked.

"We're calling it a day. We want to be in good shape for the party tonight. Everything is finished, except a few things that absolutely can't be done until the last minute. We're ready to ride," Santa said.

"Nick, aren't you excited about your first Christmas Eve run?" Catie asked.

Clara laughed. "He's only been waiting for this day since he was about four years old."

After lunch, they went their separate ways. Catie checked in on the cooks one more time, while she waited for the band members to arrive. Nick was on hand, in case the band needed assistance, and once they were sure they were settled, the couple left them to rehearse before the party got underway.

"I'm headed to the Jacuzzi," Catie said when they started up the stairs.

"Oh, is that an invitation?" Nick asked as he followed along behind her.

Catie took off in a lighthearted run, and by the time they were both ready for the bath, they were giggling hysterically.

"I'm so glad to see you're not stressing. I was worried you would be a basket case today," he said.

"I'm a bit nervous, but I think it's going to be fine," she said.

"Nonetheless, perhaps a session might do you good; get you prepared for your big debut."

"What are you suggesting?" she asked innocently as she sank into the warm, soothing water.

He sat down in the tub with her and began sponging her body. "I'm just saying the last time I gave you something to ease your stress, it seemed to work wonders. Perhaps a preventive approach would be a good idea."

"Let me get this straight. I've been a very good girl of late, and I'm not overly stressing about the party, and yet you want to give me a preventive spanking? I've heard it all now."

"Oh, so you're not game for some excitement before the festivities? We can have our own private party beforehand."

"Let me think about it, Mr. C."

He chuckled as he relaxed in the tub, his brown eyes as big as chocolate drops, his dark hair hanging loosely over his forehead, and his gorgeous body inviting her to play.

After they'd dried themselves with soft, fluffy towels and walked back into the bedroom, Catie sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So, what's it going to be, yay or nay, Mrs. C?" Nick asked with a teasing gleam in his eye.

"I say, I want to find out just exactly what a preventive spanking is," Catie replied.

"That's my girl," he said as he walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer where he kept the wooden paddle he normally used.

She watched as he pulled a black leather paddle from the drawer.

"When did you get that?" she asked.

"I ordered it the other day. I thought this one would come in handy for play," he explained as he walked toward her, slapping the paddle against his wrist for effect. He sat down next to her and pulled her across his lap. The towel she had wrapped around herself after her bath fell to the floor.

Gently, sensuously, he caressed her back, sending tingles of excitement through her body. Next, he rubbed both her ass cheeks, before giving her a light slap with his hand. She giggled.

"Shush," he said.

She quieted down, as she waited with bated breath to see what he did next. The fires had already been ignited, and she was yearning for more. She wasn't disappointed as his arm raised, paddle in hand, he slapped the leather across her bottom. Catie jumped. He caressed her cheeks, and then she heard the leather make a swooshing sound in the air. Contact had been made again. She loved the feel of the leather. It was different and delightful. His fingers found their way around to her already wet core, and he began to tease her. He laughed when he realized she was so wet already. His goal had been accomplished. Another swish of the leather made Catie moan again. She didn't want it to stop. The next one stung, but she was so excited by this time, she barely noticed.

"That's enough, I can't wait any longer. I want you now," Nick said as he threw her onto the bed and laid his strong, hard body against hers.

"Oh, Nick, yes, yes," she whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, as she was playing with the dark curls at the nape.

He plunged deep within her immediately, unable to contain his passion for her. She moved her hips, and together they formed a perfect rhythm, as he moved inside her warm folds, creating a sensation that threatened to take them to another dimension. Nothing existed, but Nick and Catie. They were in their own private world, the outside responsibilities shut out. He kissed her neck, tweaked her nipples, and all the while continued to move inside her. Catie screamed his name over and over again, as the waves devoured her body, quieting the white hot passion he had ignited. He enjoyed his own ecstasy before he rolled off her and pulled her close to his chest. His heart was beating fast. They lay quietly, neither speaking for several minutes. Finally, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, saw the time, and the spell was broken.

"I'm sorry, Mr. C, the North Pole awaits. I need a quick shower and I have to get dressed and downstairs to check with Noelle on last minute preparations."

"My darling Mrs. C, you are the perfect North Pole princess and when your day arrives, you will be the best North Pole queen this country has ever seen."

Catie was moved by his words. "Thank you, Santa Nick, I love you."

"Santa Nick, that has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Wow, I never really thought about it, but one day I really will be Santa. I love you, too, baby. Now scoot, you can't be late for your first big party."

An hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Nick Claus walked arm-in-arm down the great marble stairway of Santa's Castle. He was attired in a black tuxedo with a festive green tie. His beautiful English bride, her blue eyes shining and her blonde curls piled on top of her head, looked at him with love. Her green formal gown sparkled with each movement. The long white gloves, dainty slippers, and the glittering tiara on her head were proof to all of the North Pole that their next Mrs. C was one classy act.

The party was exquisite, the food delicious, and the music divine. Santa passed out the gifts and the rest of the evening was for mingling and dancing.

"May I have this dance, Mrs. C?" Nick asked as he stood and reached for her hand.

She allowed him to help her to her feet. Taking his hand, she walked regally to the dance floor and melted into his arms. They swayed to the music as one, lost in their love for each other, unaware that all eyes were on the two of them. The other dancers had stepped aside, leaving the young Claus couple alone on the floor. When the song ended, Santa stepped to the stage.

"I'd like to say thank you, to all of you, for making my daughter-in-law's first Christmas party a smashing success. I'd also like to announce that my son, Nick, will be accompanying me on Christmas Eve. It will be his first trip. I'm going to let you all in on a little secret that the two of them aren't even aware of." He looked directly at the young couple standing in front of the stage. "My gift to the two of you this Christmas, my dear children, is the announcement of Clara's and my retirement in the New Year. My esteemed people of the North Pole, I present to you, your next Santa and Mrs. Claus." Santa held his hand out to the couple, as the crowd applauded heartily.

Catie looked at Nick. "You didn't know?" she mouthed.

He shook his head. "I guess I have to say something." He bounded up onto the stage and took the microphone from his dad, after giving Santa a hug. He spoke to the roomful of North Pole residents and said, "I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed, surprised, happy, and maybe a little scared. I'll do my best to serve the North Pole and the world, as my ancestors before me have done. Catie, please, join me." He held out his hand to his wife. She was helped onto the stage and Nick put his arm around her.

"I now present to you, the reigning Mrs. C, my wife Catie."

With tears in her eyes, the feisty, blonde girl from England waved to the roomful of people as they applauded her loudly. Her day had come.

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Happy Holidays to you and yours! I hope this story made you chuckle, tingle, and imagine a faraway place known as the North Pole.

THE END

Isabella Kole

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Isabella Kole lives in southern Indiana, where she enjoys spending time with her family and friends. Always an avid romance reader, she began writing several years ago.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About Isabella Kole

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