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 fe
w 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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