![]() They watched as Peter Evans took a few token smacks, before getting his present. OK.” Sarah stammered back, and found herself being half led to the side of the stage. “I’m going up, if you want to come with me.” Could she do this, after all the thinking she had done? Our would she let this chance slip through her fingers? But did she want it to be so public? You don’t have to, and you’ll get a present anyway.” Sarah turned to see her colleague, Alice Wilson. Particularly when it is one of the girls. “Want to go up? I’ve seen the way you keep looking, and then looking away. Sarah tried to concentrate on other conversations, but the rooms attention was drawn constantly to the actions on the stage. Others followed, some got long and hard spankings, some got a few token swats. Claire got up, and rubbing her bottom firmly, was passed a present from the sack. But eventually he did, saying “for next year, you could try for Never Naughty, perhaps.” A final two smacks accompanying the words. Sarah reckoned that Claire’s bottom must be stinging hot by now, but she seemed to show no sign of wanting him to stop. It seemed that Santa wanted to do something about that. He dropped the knowingly, and the sound of the smacks seemed to get even louder. ![]() Then, repeating te words again, a crisp smack was applied to Claire’s upturned bottom with each word. Naughty.” He ruminated, apparently to himself. First you can go over here!” and with that, he dragged Claire over his lap. “Oh well, if you insist, I suppose I had better go over here!” I mean merely to apply heat to the seat, in a sense of season’s beatings Ho Ho Ho.” “Oh no Santa, not a regulators investigation?” I shall have to get right to the bottom of this one.” Looking him straight in the eye, she answered that “You know me, Santa. After a couple of minutes of this, Craig got up, and after the elves had rummaged in the sack, given a present, to large cheers from the assembled team.Ĭlaire Taylor went up next. Sarah watched as, slowly, Craig bent himself over Santa’s lap, and to her astonishment, began to be smacked by Santa. “If you cannot tell the difference between profits and nice, then you are naughty. “I’m not interested in your profits, boy. He launched into an explanation – profits were up, wins were up, opponents ground to dust beneath their heels, that sort of thing. This caused a fair amount of laughter throughout the room. Sarah watched as Craig Evans, the highly effective, if rather brutal, head of the division stepped up on the stage, and asserted that he was wholly nice. “Now then, whose first? How about you, young man?” I have presents for all you who were nice, and for the naughty, well, be glad it’s a standing up party. Form an orderly queue, and tell Santa if you have been naughty or nice this past year gone. “Well, don’t all rush at once, boys and girls. Santa and his two elves went up to the stage area, carrying a large sack, and seated himself on a large decorated chair. “There’ll be time enough, time enough indeed for you all to get what you thoroughly deserve. Then, the lights flashing red and green, Jingle Bells playing over the sound system, He arrived. Some more drinks, some more food, music on and team members on the dance floor. No-one was actually completely inebriated, not at this stage of proceedings. Ardring, Taylor and Wyatt had recruited Sarah earlier that year, a junior, newly qualified solicitor in their commercial litigation department. Smart party dresses, heels, a flash of leg, short sleeves, exposed cleavage – and that was just the men. Not to ask her boyfriend if they could, perhaps, try it. Sarah had been wondering about it, but never quite finding the courage to do much more than wonder. “That statement is either so deep it would take a lifetime to fully comprehend every particle of its meaning, or it is a load of absolute tosh.It was at the Christmas party that it happened. “Funny thing, that,” said Ridcully, in the same thoughtful tone of voice. “So mistletoe, in fact, symbolizes mistletoe?” “Exactly, Archchancellor,” said the Senior Wrangler, who was now just hanging on. “Ah? So,” said the Archchancellor, thoughtfully, “it could be said that the white and green symbolize a small parasitic plant?” “Yes, indeed,” said the Senior Wrangler. “I’m not sure there has to be an of,” he said. ![]() “Of…the leaves, d’y’see…they’re symbolic of…of green, d’y’see, whereas the berries, in fact, yes, the berries symbolize…symbolize white. He groped around in the dusty attics of his education. “Well, er…it’s…well, it’s…it’s symbolic, Archchancellor.” “Ah?” The Senior Wrangler felt that something more was expected.
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