Page 139 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I assume the road has been cleared?” she said, trying to ignore the policeman’s red face and Derek’s glower.

The policeman cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, good. We can go home then,” Kendra said with a thin smile, picking her purse up where it still sat next to one of the waiting room chairs. She blushed as she realized it had ended up there when she had been getting her second spanking. Had that only been yesterday?

She slung her purse over her shoulder, trying for a blasé attitude and started for the door. “I’ll see you when the office opens back up, Doctor,” she said politely then nodded at the policeman, trying not to blush as she wondered if he’d seen her thoroughly spanked bottom. “Officer.”

He nodded in return. “Ma’am.”

“Kendra, wait,” Derek called as she started out the door; she paused for a minute then kept walking. A firm hand caught her arm and pulled her to a stop before she made it to her car. “I told you to wait, young lady.”

She glared in the direction of the officer making his way to his patrol car and hissed up at Derek, “Shhh… he’ll hear you.”

“You should have stopped when I told you to,” he said matter-of-factly.

Kendra wiped at the tears rapidly filling her eyes. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life! I was naked! That policeman knows how we’ve been filling the time. He probably saw my red ass too!”

“No, he didn’t. I moved between the two of you the minute you opened the door, so he only got a glimpse of your heavenly body,” Derek told her, turning her to face him and tilting her face up by cupping it between his hands. His thumbs stroked away the small tears tracking down her cheeks. “I promise you, everything will be okay.”

She let herself sag into him, wanting to believe it was true. “All right, if you say so.”

“I do. Now, the road is open but it’s still very icy so I would rather you leave your car here and come home with me. The office will be closed at least another day and we can get some stuff from your house on the way to mine.”

“You aren’t sick of me?” Kendra asked hesitantly.

Derek laughed. “It will take a very long time for me to get sick of you, young lady.”

“Really? How long?” she asked curiously.

He ushered her over to his big king cab truck with a hand at the small of her back, then boosted her up into the seat. “Oh, about fifty or sixty years I’d say, divided by two then multiplied by infinity.”

Kendra snorted. “That’s ridiculous, and you can’t multiply by infinity.”

“Snorting isn’t very ladylike and I can do whatever I want to demonstrate I couldn’t get sick of you in a couple of lifetimes.”

Her heart melted completely at his words, and a smile bloomed, lighting up her entire face. “Just run me by my apartment so I can pack a bag.”

“Will do,” he said with a grin.

The trip was nerve-racking and Kendra realized she was really glad she’d let Derek drive her. His big truck dealt with the ice still covering large portions of the road with an ease her little Kia couldn’t have managed. Even still, the wheels slipped on the ice several times.

Kendra directed him to her apartment building. “I’ll just run up and throw a few things into a bag,” she said as she climbed out of the truck.

“I’ll come with you,” Derek said, getting out of the vehicle.

“It’s not necessary, really, I…”

“I’m coming with you,” he told her firmly and Kendra sighed and led the way. She was grateful Derek kept a steadying hand under her elbow as they crossed the parking lot; it was still slick.

She opened the door to her small apartment and felt self-conscious as he followed her inside. Then she squared her shoulders; her place was tastefully if sparsely decorated. If he saw anything wrong with it, he could sit and spin.

“I like it,” Derek declared. “It reminds me of you.”

Kendra blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Very warm and welcoming, just like you.”

She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she said a quiet thank you and scurried to her room to get her stuff. Kendra grabbed several pair of panties, a sleep shirt she was pretty sure would never make it out of the bag, a couple of bras, some sweat pants and t-shirts, and a clean pair of scrubs before darting into the bathroom and grabbing her toiletries.

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