Elf on a Shelf: Part 3

It's hard to punish a girl as good as Honey, but he'll try.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to
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Stories.

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In the second week of February, Honey Lane sat on a tall
stool in the corner next to Zach's kitchen counter, sulking as she watched him
walk slowly around the table at which sat a girl and two boys between the ages
of 7 and 10. The dour silence of the spacious industrial loft suggested more
that the children were completing a college entrance exam with a severe
proctor, rather than completing Valentines to be distributed in class the
following Monday.

Honey crossed her long legs and sighed again, earning a
piercing glare from Zach. She had been looking forward to helping Zach's niece
and nephews with their Valentines for a couple weeks, Until she received a call
from the Health Department, advising her to take precautions due to a Covid
outbreak in her dumpy apartment complex. and now she was only allowed to
observe the kids from five feet away. She crossed her arms and sighed again.
This was the worst punishment ever.

Zach continued circling the table, trying not to notice how
Honey's folded arms pushed her tits together, the neckline of her fuzzy sweater
dipping between them. Beneath the soft woven folds, the silken white skin of
her tits probably still bore the red marks of his passion, his teeth and lips
remembering the feel of her shuddering with pleasure under them only moments
before his sister dropped her kids off for the afternoon. Jesus Christ; she
just uncrossed and crossed her legs again, totally oblivious to the way she
flashed him an upskirt every goddamn time she did it. Unless she wasn't
oblivious to it; with Honey, it was hard to tell.

Zach could tell that Honey was just dying to hop down from
the stool, scamper over and huddle with Amarie, Fallon and Logan, as they wrote
their names on the stupid little perforated papers and stuck a pencil through
the pre-punched holes for a stupid commercial holiday that was supposed to
celebrate love. Honey would ask them questions about their classmates, help
them choose the right stupid Valentine message for the right classmate, put
stickers and shit on the cards, and generally sprinkle that fairy dust that she
seemed to bring to anything she did. She was a born nurturer and would make
this whole thing magical for the kids, but it couldn't be helped. Honey had
scared the shit out of him and she needed to learn a lesson. It would be hard,
but he just had to be strong. She would not be getting out of this. Not this
time.

"Done!" Fallon yelled, slamming his pencil down on
the table.

Logan looked up from where he was working on his third
personalized Valentine message, apparently trying to sign each of them in
rudimentary calligraphy, and frowned, "You just put 'F' on all of
them," he said in disgust, "It looks like you're giving them a bad
grade; he said, shaking his head and returning to his careful scrivening.

"I am. Everyone in my class is a jerk. What are these
things supposed to mean, anyway? All these cards sound stupid. Like you'd
really walk up to someone you like and say 'Let's swing!' I haven't asked a
girl to swing in years. I'm too old for swinging," Fallon griped, looking
at his Spiderman sticker cards.

A snort of suppressed laughter came out of the corner of the
room, followed by the sound of a body collapsing to the floor in a fit of
coughing. "Fourth Fucking Place! On Your Face, Maggot!" Zach roared.
In the corner, hidden among the gym equipment, Zach's friend and loyal wingman
Terry promptly scrambled up into pushup position again without a word.

"Thirty-two," the children said in unison,
prompting Zach to put another dollar into a large money-stuffed jar labeled
"Language Arts Scholarship" in the middle of the table.

Amarie sighed and looked longingly over at Honey, who smiled
ruefully and gave her a little wave from her stool. "Why is Miss Honey on
the naughty stool, Uncle Zach?" she asked.

"Cards," Zach ordered, walking over to block
Amarie's view of Honey with his massive body. Amarie resignedly turned back to
signing her pink and purple mermaid cards that came with scented tattoos.

Zach knew Amarie would be a problem. She adored Honey, and
there was very little that Amarie's big brown eyes and reddish curls couldn't
talk him into. She had a tender heart that couldn't believe anyone deserved to
be punished; especially not someone as soft and sweet as his Honey. Goddammit.

Honey leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the
tightly muscled wall of Zach's back, then reached her hand up under his t-shirt
and began gently scratching him. She could feel the warmth of his skin seep
through the tight cotton, and smiled as she snuggled into him, still grazing
her fingernails across the skin of his back. Zach's mind flashed back to this
morning when her nails were not so gentle as he pounded into her tight, wet
pussy, her nails digging deep, scoring his flesh in her ecstasy.

A noise of pleasure escaped him before Zach disguised it as
a barking cough, and quickly stepped away until he was a safer distance away
from the irresistible vixen sitting, most deservedly, on the naughty stool.
Shaking his head to clear it, Zach tucked his t-shirt back into his jeans and
folded his arms. "Miss Honey is on the naughty stool. I ll tell you why.
The other day when I got back from the race in California where I had to drag
Terry's ass across the finish line in Fourth Place Behind The Fucking
Bubbleheads," Zach ranted, before pausing to collect himself and
continuing. "I go over to get Miss Honey at her apartment and find her
giving a fucking haircut to a naked guy in her fucking living room!"

"You cheated, Miss Honey?" Fallon gasped in
disbelief, at the same time Logan called out "Thirty-six!"

Zach fished a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and put it
into the jar, taking a one out for change. A foot stomped on the floor and he
glanced up to see Honey with her hand raised in the air, outrage written on her
face. He raised his hand, blocking his view of her face and the heart-melting
effect it had on him, and looked away dismissively. "He was not naked!
Cade had a towel on!" Honey yelled in protest.

Zach strode over to her, took her chin in his hand, trying
to think of something harsh and authoritative to say, but got distracted by her
plump lower lip instead, remembering how it felt to suck it between his own and
have her open her mouth, hungry to accept his tongue. He could smell the faint
strawberry scent of her lip balm and closed his eyes, clenching his jaw in an
effort not to kiss her. "No talking on the naughty stool," he
murmured, his eyes dipping down to let his gaze rove over her soft tits,
loosely wrapped in her fuzzy sweater. Honey smirked and kissed his palm.

"Miss Honey would never cheat," Amarie said with
resolute confidence. Honey nodded in agreement and thanks to the young girl,
tossed her long hair over her shoulder and grinned up at Zach.

"Towel or no towel, I still saw Cade's nuts when she
was goin' after him with the Flowbee," Zach explained, turning from Honey
as Logan opened his mouth with a look of question, "And no, 'nuts' doesn't
count as a swear," Zach finished, pointing at Logan.

Zach resumed his rounds of the table, continuing his story.
"So, of course, I reacted like anybody else who saw another guy's nuts in
his girlfriend's living room, and she has the balls to tell me not to yell
because it's not good for Cade."

"I think 'nuts' should be fifty-cents; 'balls'
too," Logan said, thoughtfully. "They might not be swears, but they
are; indelicate."

Zach turned to Honey and silently mouthed the word
"indelicate?" to her, a discomfited look on his face. Honey bit her
lips, and another snort of laughter erupted from the corner where Terry was
still in starting push-up position. "Fourth Place, Maggot! You Got Nothing
To Laugh About Except The Size Of Your;" Zach roared, before pausing and
breathing deeply and continuing in a calmer voice. "Anyway. Turns out,
this guy Cade just got back from a tour and was dealing with some PTSD when he
saw another guy's balls in his living room, too, only his girl wasn't exactly
giving the other guy a haircut. So, after a bit of trouble, he was living on
the streets. No job. No money. Nothing. Then, a few days ago, Honey sees him
eating some of the food she left out for a stray cat," Zach said, his
voice constricting as his throat tightened. He turned away from the kids to hide
his face for a moment, only to meet Honey's deep blue eyes and a whole new set
of problems; like not remembering anything he was talking about before. She
reached up and stroked his cheek, and then he felt all the blood in his brain
drain down below his belt. Fucking hell.

"Miss Honey helped him, though, didn't