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Mistletoe Kisses

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Forcing a pleasant smile, I flash him a look of acknowledgment, but I keep messing with my school supplies so he gets the message that I’m distracted and busy and not interested in a conversation. “Hey, Percy.”

“I got interrupted the other day,” he says, flicking a nod in Mr. McLaren’s direction, “so I thought…”

I don’t hear his words. My brain literally tunes him out as I feel the heat from Mr. McLaren’s stare and my attention shifts to him instead of the appropriately aged jock standing beside me. Percy’s good-looking and most of the girls in school are crazy for him, but now that Mr. McLaren’s an option, I couldn’t be less interested in going out with Percy.

I can feel the warning in my teacher’s narrowed, hooded gaze as he watches me interact with Percy. He’s watching me with presumed authority, like I’d better not step out of line or there will be consequences.

That shouldn’t make me so hot, but I have to squeeze my thighs together, wondering what he would do if I disobeyed.

Spanking comes to mind, and I picture him bending me over his lap, sliding up my skirt to expose my bare ass. I imagine squirming and trying to get away while he holds me down and brings his big, strong hand down across the stinging flesh, smack after smack after smack.

Oh my God. I close my eyes, trying to pull myself out of the unbearably arousing mental image, but all I want to do now is misbehave. All I want to do now is earn that spanking.

I don’t want to be a bitch and toy with Percy like that, though. He probably only likes me in a casual way and would hardly be crushed if I did, but I’m not that kind of person and I don’t want to be. Even though I desperately want to piss Mr. McLaren off right now, I can’t do that, so I do the next best thing.

Even though I want to stay and talk about my grade, I’d rather leave Mr. McLaren wondering how this conversation ends. Gathering the last of my things, I stand and shift my gaze to Percy. “Walk with me?”

Percy’s golden eyebrows rise and he pushes off the desk, nodding his head. “Yeah, of course.”

I offer him a sweet smile, one I make sure Mr. McLaren sees, then I leave the room with Percy without looking back.

Once we’re in the hall and far enough away from the classroom, I thank Percy for walking with me but tell him I have to get home and start on my homework since I have to work tonight. A frown flickers across his face, but then he seems to process he’s being blown off, and he makes a graceful exit.

I head home in a much better mood. I can’t think about anything beyond squirming on my teacher’s lap as he spanks my naked ass, and since I’m so hot and bothered anyway, I decide to channel that energy. He gave me a naughty homework assignment, and boy am I inspired.

I should work on my real homework before my shift tonight, but I don’t. Mr. McLaren’s homework is so much more fun.

Settling in at my desk in my bedroom, I open a clean document so I can begin. For a moment, I’m not sure how to start, but Mr. McLaren was so infuriating when he gave me the assignment, I decide to begin boldly. A small, satisfied smile curves my lips as I bring my fingers to hover over my keyboard, then I begin typing.

It began as an ordinary enough Saturday: lunch at home prepared by Adeline and then off to a shift at the North Pole. I never dreamed later that evening, Mr. – no, scratch that. A tingle dances through me as I realize I’m going to use his first name. I go again… never dreamed that later that evening, Callan McLaren’s big, strong hands would be all over me…

Chapter Six

Noelle

When my shift at the North Pole finally ends, I can’t get out to my car fast enough.

My sexual frustration from earlier finally ebbed due to all the buzz-killing screams and shrieks of children impatient or unwilling to meet Santa Claus, but Cal—yes, he’s Cal now—kept flitting across my mind while I worked until finally I made a decision. Since I didn’t get to talk to him at school and I can’t reach out to him in any way without leaving a paper trail, I’ll go to his house.

I know he won’t be expecting me since we agreed to meet Thursday, and I hate to drop in uninvited, but on the other hand… maybe he’s annoyed that I left class with Percy today and my fantasies of being in trouble and him doling out a little punishment will come true.

I’m so optimistic about it, I strip off my candy cane stockings in the car before I get out. In my fantasies, he lifts my skirt and spanks my bare ass—no candy cane stockings to contend with. This way he’ll only have to push down my panties, and I’m wearing a red lacy pair I picked up at Daring Dolls on my way out of the mall, just in case.

Of course, in my fantasies I was wearing my school uniform. Currently, I’m still dressed like an elf, but hell, elves can be naughty, too.

I’m so blinded by excitement and anticipation as I approach his front door, it doesn’t even occur to me this could go any other way. I’m single-mindedly focused on the sexy fantasy, and I’m already blushing when the door finally opens.

Mr. McLaren—Cal—looks understandably perplexed when he sees me at his front door—and in an elf costume, no less. I’m grinning uncontrollably, ready to push him into the house and attack him.

“Noelle, what are you doing here?”

Everything happens at the same time, but the moment feels to me like it’s in excruciating slow motion. I open my mouth to answer him but before I can speak, movement inside the house catches my attention. The swish of an elegant red dress. My gaze connects with the smooth bare legs peeking out from under that red dress, to the bare feet of a woman walking on Cal’s hardwood floor. All the breath rushes out of me. I can’t breathe, let alone speak, as my eyes quickly travel upward and settle on an absolutely gorgeous brunette about my size.

The one he bought all the lingerie for.

Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe.

I try to suck in a breath or at least close my mouth, but I feel… I feel awful.



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