by Skye, J. C.
The New Clause
A Two Erotica Collection
J. C. Skye
Changing Culture Publications
Table of Contents
NAUGHTY CLAUS Anxiously Awaiting Christmas
The Previous Christmas
The Night Before Christmas
And The Party Begins
Naughty, Naughty!
When Life Feeds You Lemons, Make a New Santa
BREAKING THE RULES
Thank You
The New Clause
Copyright 2013 J. C. Skye
Changing Culture Publications
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NAUGHTY CLAUS
Anxiously Awaiting Christmas
It was a cold day in late December and the wind was unforgiving. A woman bundled tightly in a giant, thick red and white cloak was just coming out the front door of a cozy cabin. She shivered as the icy wind chilled her, which made her curse under her breath. She really hated the extreme cold she had to endure by living so far up north. She often wondered if she’d ever get used to it. She had lived here almost half her life and yet every winter seemed to be even colder than the last. As she walked down the stone path toward the stable located to the left, she tried to focus on her task, instead of how cold she felt. Focusing on the things she enjoyed in such a cold place was her only form of therapy. Otherwise, she was certain she’d have lost her mind years ago.
The woman stopped at the well and began pumping water into a bucket. The water felt like pins and needles when it splashed on her hands. Living so far north made it almost impossible to keep water running to the cabin in winter, lest the pipes become frozen. Therefore, every time she needed water for any purpose whatsoever, she had to go outside, fill up a bucket, and then carry it wherever she needed it. The primitive way of life in this place had become almost too much for her to handle. If it weren’t for the fact that the man she loved lived here, she’d have left a long time ago. She was lost in a daydream involving her beloved as she struggled to tote the heavy bucket back inside the cabin.
“All this work just to get some water,” she complained to herself as she struggled with the weight of the bucket.
She walked by a man who appeared oblivious to her comment. He was sitting in an armchair with a long piece of parchment unrolled in his wide lap and was holding a feather quill in his sausage-like fingers. His other hand was busy messing with his bushy white beard, which covered most of his pink face. In fact, all that could be seen beneath his thick hair was his chubby, rosy cheeks and his sparkling blue eyes. Even his eyes where often hidden by the glare of his little reading glasses. She rolled her eyes at him as she passed. After so many years of marriage, she was used to being ignored by him and continued on her way to the kitchen.
She liked the kitchen because it was like sanctuary to her. It was a place where she always felt at home; and cooking dinner for everyone was a duty that she actually enjoyed. It didn’t hurt either, that the kitchen was her dream kitchen. It had an old-fashioned style decor with dark wood features and an amazing old time gas stove, which worked wonders. She already had dinner on the stove for the night filling the kitchen with mouth-watering aromas. On the menu was an extra-large beef brisket slow roasted to perfection, paired with golden, buttery mashed potatoes, and a lovely winter squash medley.
She took such pride in her food and perhaps overdid it often. As a result, she could not help but feel bad about despising the obese size her husband had become over the years. Especially considering that she may be at fault for his drastic growth. Yeah, me and the millions of cookies, the thought made her giggle to herself as she tackled the dinner preparations. After what could only have been five minutes into her cooking process, none other than the “fatty” himself interrupted her. He’s hungry of course, she bitterly thought.
As if on cue, the tubby man asked, “When are we eating?” His tone was jolly as could be, which annoyed her even more than his question. It was, by all regards, a stupid question to ask considering they have been eating at the same time every night for many years now.
“Chris, you know when dinner time is,” her statement was short and blunt.
Her tone did not deter him one bit. Chris continued to pester her seemingly unaware of her annoyance. He sauntered over to her, which she thought looked more like a wobble now that he had put on so much weight. She still knew, however, exactly what the walk implied. He thought he was being cute, probably because once upon a time she thought it was cute; but it currently had her fighting off laughter.
“Annie…baby,” he cooed in her ear and hugged her from behind. “What are we having?” he finally asked revealing his reasoning for the attempt at cuteness.
It was always about food with him lately, she thought to herself sourly. She relented and told him the plan for the night’s dinner, in the hope that he might leave her alone once he got his answer. It was really no surprise at all when he smiled, let her go, and headed towards the door.
Chris turned to Annie before leaving and said, “I have a few things to do in the workshop, but I’ll be back to set the table before dinner time.”
Annie was glad to have the kitchen all to herself again, especially while cooking. The brisket had already been roasting all day long and it was very close to being ready. She had just a few more things to do. As she cooked, she did her normal cleaning as she went. No one else had ever ended up having any work to do in the kitchen after she was finished. It was still an hour away from the standard dinnertime and she planned to enjoy every second of solitude. It was not that she didn’t enjoy house dinners. In fact, they were one of her favorite things. She always looked forward to seeing her husband’s face as he tasted her food. It was her most cherished part of the day.
She was putting the final touches to dinner when someone entered the kitchen. She could tell it was not Chris. Annie knew who it was before she even looked, and was grinning from ear to ear when their eyes met. Her huge smile seemed to catch him off guard, though only for a moment. He continued on his way to the cabinet to Annie’s right and stopped in front of it glancing in her direction.
“Good evening Mrs. Claus,” he finally spoke to her.
“Max, it’s so nice of you to come set the table for my husband,” she said pointedly. She hated when he called her Mrs. Claus and was only trying to get back at him for saying it.
Max, much unlike her husband, caught on quick and continued about getting plates. The stack of plates he gathered from the beautiful mahogany cabinet was almost taller than he was. Max was just an inch or two shorter than Annie, but his stocky frame made up for his lack of height. She managed to steal one more glance in his direction just in time to catch a glimpse of his deep green eyes as they disappeared behind the towering plates. He hesitated for only a second and vanished into the dining room. She was putting all the finished food into serving dishes when Max returned to grab the cutlery to finish setting the table.
“It looks amazing Annie,” Max said as if holding up a white flag with his statement.
“Thank you, I knew you’d like it,” she replied warmly. She was just so grat
eful that he gave up first that she couldn’t help but show it. Their tension may have made for an awkward dinner group.
She grabbed the brisket and potatoes then followed Max to the dining room after sharing guilty smiles. The large dining room lacked furniture except for the very large table, which was partially set for dinner. It was being set for eighteen people who, by now, had to be very hungry, especially considering an increased workload for everyone in the North Pole around this time of the year. Once Mrs. Claus had placed the food on the table, she returned to the kitchen to fetch the rest of the serving dishes as Max finished setting the table.
On her way back to the kitchen she asked Max, “Will you please tell everyone it is time to eat?”
He smiled and nodded his consent and she continued to the kitchen to retrieve the remaining dishes. When she returned to the dining room with arms full of food, all the elves were piling in and her husband was already seated at the head of the table with the available food on his plate. What a pig! Annie couldn’t stop the thought from infecting her mind. Negative thoughts toward her fat husband plagued her mind like a disease. Luckily, her seat was at the opposite end of the table, as far away from him as she could be. It used to be so that they could see each other, though now she was just appreciative of the unsuspicious distance between them. The rest of Santa’s little helpers also had their own preferred seats and thankfully, Max’s was directly beside Annie’s.
Chris Claus had already helped himself to very generous portions of both beef and potatoes, while the rest of the house was still taking their seats and Mrs. Claus set down the rest of the food at the table. Santa wasted no time grabbing three heaping scoops of Annie’s squash. The rest of the table was politely passing around the food only after making sure the cook had been offered first dibs. When she was passing the mashed potatoes to Max their fingers caressed, discreetly. Thankfully, with everyone focused on their food, no one noticed Annie and Max’s very few intimate moments.
The negative thought toward her overweight, and currently overeating, husband were all washed away as she saw Max’s face in absolute ecstasy over her food. She, of course, also appreciated his ability to indulge in the taste of her food while, at the same time, maintaining his tight little muscular figure. She was discreetly admiring his physique when a voice broke the silence.
“Annie, the elves are going to need help getting all the toys wrapped this evening. Is that okay with you?” Chris asked. He was so devoid of dominance it grated her nerves. Nevertheless, she nodded in agreement.
Her compliance prompted him to continue with his requests, “Will you also take the leftovers out to the reindeers when we’re finish? I still have some addition to make to the naughty list, and we are down to the wire here.”
Annie was nodding mechanically as he spoke, though her mind was far away in fantasyland. She was lost in a particularly hot memory of last year’s events on Christmas Eve night and into Christmas morning. This time of year had always been her favorite, even though the reasons were drastically different….
The Previous Christmas
Santa was disappearing into the distance in his sleigh to spread the Christmas cheer worldwide. Mrs. Claus did not even care to see him off. She was no longer impressed by his flying reindeer driven sleigh after so many years of seeing it. Instead, she returned to the cabin to continue clearing the dinner table where eighteen people had only just finished dinner. When she made it inside she was surprised to see the dishes had already been removed from the table. She had been certain that the rest of the household was still outside watching her husband’s departure. She continued through the dining room and into the kitchen to investigate the mysterious disappearance of the dishes. In the back of her mind she already knew that there was only one person here who could be responsible.
When Annie made it to the kitchen she stopped dead in her tracks. This awesome little man, she thought happily to herself. Max had already washed at least a third of the dishes and never even faltered at the sound of her entering. She knew he was aware of her presence simply because she’d made no attempt to be quiet and he was very observant. For some reason she was feeling brave and decided to play with him. She sidled up beside him and started drying the dishes very slowly not taking her eyes off him.. She knew her eyes on him would really get his blood boiling, in in a good way.
Max, feeling her almost gaze upon him, kept washing the dirty dishes in silence while scanning every inch of Mrs. Claus’s sexy body. Her long blonde hair was practically beckoning him and her eyes begging for his touch. Not to mention, she’d gone out of her way to wear her most tightly fitted red short dress that was silky smooth and shone beautifully in the light. It had been a gift from her husband on their third Christmas together and she could still fit in it perfectly. If he could say the same thing about the pair of pajamas she’d gotten him the same year she might have still found him attractive.
Despite her lustful looks and amazing outfit, Max still lingered on completing the washing of the dishes. He placed the final dish in the second sink as slowly as he could and then turned to look at Annie without saying anything. She was attempting to keep drying the dishes but was finding it difficult not to be distracted by Max’s penetrating gaze. His eyes were truly beautiful and seemed to look right through her. With the left sink completely full of clean dishes, she gave up trying to dry them. As soon as it became apparent to Max that Annie had stopped he reached for the damp towel that had been hanging on the stove.
“Ouch,” Annie cried out as Max gave her a quick pop on the behind with the dishtowel.
“Who told you to take a break?” he asked playfully.
How does he get me so wet so fast? How can I get him to hit me again? She asked herself as naughty thoughts ran through her mind.
WHOP! Max struck her again and she moaned aloud, but she still, very quickly, reached for the next plate in the sink to dry it off. She really wasn’t sure which she enjoyed more, being disciplined by him or obeying him. As she worked, he examined her closely as though trying to catch a mistake. When she showed no signs of making an error he began to undo the zipper on the back of her dress very slowly. His fingers were so light on her skin they made her tingle all over. Without thinking, she put the towel down rested her hands on the counter as she felt Max’s heat behind her.
WHOP! Max hit her with the damp towel again, only this time it stung, because he had pushed the silky dress off her shoulders, which had fallen to the floor. Annie felt herself moisten instantly. She was so sensitive and turned on that she instinctively tensed her thighs together. Before she could recover from the last towel slap he hit her again.
“Spread your legs shoulder length apart,” Max ordered her.
Annie was following his command before he’d even finished saying it. She was perhaps too eager to explore the depths of his imagination. She stood before him in her white lacy under garments, dress around her ankles, and was still drying what dishes remained in the sink. Apparently, Max was still not satisfied with her obedience and he moved closer to her. He was so close she could feel his sweet, warm breath on the back of her neck. His plan to distract her worked, she succumbed to the intoxication of his male scent, which resulted in her receiving another spanking.
Annie was now standing at the kitchen sink wearing only her cheeky panties, matching bra, and shiny red high heels. She struggled to maintain a faster pace with the rest of the plates. It was not an easy task. Although Max had seen her undressed before she still felt a bit self-conscious at her partial nudity. He didn’t help matters at all by taking a step back and observing her from the rear. It wasn’t a bad feeling she got, it was more like feeling extremely exposed. She wanted to turn and look at him but knew what that would get her, but it was so tempting.
She was still debating whether she wanted to obey him or egg him on as she finished her task. Truthfully, a big part of her just wanted him to punish her. On the other hand, she really wanted to please this handsome man, an
d deep down she knew the control made him happy. Annie never really meant to psycho-analyze Max, however, after so long of having this type of dominant and submissive relationship, she couldn’t help but form her own opinion about his dark desires. She in no way dared to judge him, on the contrary, she was just grateful for his presence in her life. He made her feel so much more alive and giddy like a schoolgirl.
Having finished the last dish, she delicately folded the towel and placed it on the counter beside the sink. Annie could still feel Max behind her, staring, and practically daring her to make the first move. Instead, she obediently waited for him to act first. He was purposely drawing out the moment making her feel so vulnerable and anxious. Max was enjoying every second of watching her squirm. Annie had long since given up all attempts at understanding the psychology behind both of their unique sexual urges, and decided to enjoy it instead.
Max may have been unable to resist her any longer because Annie could feel his rushed intensity as he approached her from behind and unclasped her bra. He wasted no time pushing the straps off her shoulders exposing her breasts, which were tingling under the lacy material that clung to her skin. Gaining his composure, he slowed his pace and lightly flicked her bra to the ground to fall beside the dress. Annie’s nipples hardened immediately as the cool air touched her skin. Max’s nimble fingers caressed them momentarily sending the most amazing sensation through her entire body.
She could feel Max’s body in his cute little velvety green workshop uniform pressing against hers. Santa had insisted that all the elves wear the uniforms at all times while in the workshop. Max hated the outfit and Annie knew it, which was why she was so surprised that he was still wearing it. As he teased her nipples she realized that the only reason he was still wearing it was to draw out the anticipation. He was good at that. Is the door locked? She wondered. She was surprised it took her that long for the thought to occur to her.