There is a message within a message in every handwritten note, a subtle impression of the writer’s soul. Here, her handwriting wrote with the elegant fluency that only comes from the heart, the ebony stream flowing from her fountain pen slowly transcribing a secret she’d never ever dared reveal. How could a small rectangle of plain white card ever hope to contain something of such importance?

It made her shiver to see her secret written out so explicitly in an undulating line of black on white. It was as if her private fantasy had finally escaped from the gilded cage in which she had kept it hidden all these years. She was beginning to realise that on this little piece of card she had inscribed a magic spell, and those twenty-four words were imbued with the power to change her entire world. That was scary.

And also, she had to admit to herself, rather exciting.

Tinsel and baubles glimmered in the candlelight. She was sitting at the dining room table, alone for the evening, a chance to wrap christmas presents for the nearest and dearest. One present had particular significance, it was the one into which she’d slip the note she was writing. But only if she was bold enough.

A lump of sanded driftwood occupied the middle of the table, a platform for the tall fat candle that illuminated the room, its warm brightness complementing the colourful glow of the christmas tree fairylights. She looked into the flickering flames, turning the little card between her fingers. Over and over. Prevaricating, hesitating. Reading and re-reading what she’d written, checking the spelling, wondering if she’d said enough, or far too much, feeling the cool sharp points of the card’s crisp corners tingle her fingertips.

“My love”, it began.

“I’ve been fascinated by spanking since I was a girl.”

“I long for it, I crave it.”

“Please. Will you spank me?”

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Christmas Present has multiple meanings in this story, a tale that tips its hat to Dickens’ inspired notion of Christmases Past, Present and Yet-To-Be. The non-linear narrative features one of my favourite protagonists – the intrepid adventurer Nancy Jones. I’m sure you’ll agree, this is a story that can be enjoyed at any time of year.

What readers have said about this story:

Simply amazing: the fantasies, adolescent and grown-up, the tantalising
decision she faces, the hesitation, the sublimely naughty sex…

“What an incredibly erotic description of a critical life-changing decision: Tell all and risk all for a chance at a lifetime of spanking
bliss, or continue to live her life in the quiet frustration of
unfulfilled desire.“

“The Janus face we all carry – the calm, considered, well-behaved
surface, and the boiling, lascivious instincts underneath. The shame and
the pleasure of being unmasked; the hope that somebody will see us as
we really are – and still love us! This experience is probably common to
all humans, but nowhere more tangible than in the act of offering our
purest, softest, most vulnerable parts for punishment by the one we want
the most to honor and love us. An exquisite story, beautifully written and perfectly constructed.“

“A detective story with spanking and sex, reality and fantasy blending into an exciting mixture. A real Christmas treat!“

“I’m sure the adolescent girl inside every woman identifies with that teen detective, dreaming of
exploring and having adventures. This is your sexiest story yet, quite

What do you think?

Wishing you all a very enjoyable holiday, and I hope you receive that Christmas Present you crave…