Lindsey was in the gym working out. She had been most of the day. It was two days before Christmas but that did not mean much to her. Her next competition was on the third of January and she needed to bulk up and cut some better definition if she wanted to keep winning.
She had a dumbbell in each hand that would have scared most men and was doing slow steady alternating curls. From across the room the manager of the gym yelled, "Lindsey, the phone."
"Take a message," she yelled back.
The manager frowned and spoke into the phone. A moment later, he lowered the phone and grinned. "The guy says he's Santa Clause and needs to speak to you personally."
Lindsey laughed. It could only be one person, her ex husband. "I'll be right there."
She grabbed a towel and dried her arms, the upper part of her chest, and her face as she walked across the room. Picking up the phone, she said, "Hello,"
There was mock heavy breathing on the other end of the line for a moment and then a deep male voice asked, "Have you been naughty or nice this year, little girl?"
Lindsey laughed. She was far from little at six foot tall in her bare feet and she was even farther from being a girl at thirty three. Some people argued that she was not even female. "I've been naughty some and I've been nicely naughty even more," she replied with a grin.
"Then Santa needs to tell you about his two for one special on spankings."
"Is that right. I seem to remember the last time Santa tried to spank my ass, he damned near broke his wrist and my ass is harder than ever."
There was a laugh from phone. "Yeah, hotter and tighter then ever is more like it. Anyway, Santa always was a glutton for punishment."
Lindsey smiled and asked, "So, where are you?"
"The North Pole, where else."
With a shake of her head, she said, "No really, Don, where are you?"
"OK, I'm on a flight over the North Pole. That's what gave me the silly Santa idea," Don said.
Lindsey smiled. "It's not silly, it's original. I think so anyway and that is all that counts."
"Yeah, you're what counts," Don said and then sighed. "I think the Russian job is finally over. Six years in Siberia was way too long."
"Tell me about it," Lindsey said. "Three, three day visits in all that time. I would have done better if you had been in prison. They do have conjugal visitation in this state right?"
Don laughed. "Nope, not to my knowledge anyway."
"So, when do you land?"
"I'll be in Chicago in three hours and then in Houston sometime tomorrow afternoon. That is, if everything goes fine with the assholes in Chicago. They had it in their heads that I was staying for the duration of the job."
"It will be about ten days before I have to leave for my next competition," Lindsey said. "Is that enough time to get your shit together and marry me again?"
"Hey wait a minute, do you mean to say that you haven't found one of those guy bodybuilders that would marry you?"
Lindsey laughed and said, "I've had dozens of offers but none included marriage. Anyway, why would I want to marry a guy with a dick smaller than my clit?"
"But that was the deal when I divorced you. I was going to be in the frozen wastelands of Russia and you were to find you a real man instead of a ninety seven pound weakling," Don said softly. He weighted more than ninety seven pounds but not much more. But then again, he was only five foot, three.
Lindsey shook her head. "When did you gain two pounds? They must have fed you too well."
Don laughed and replied, "You're kidding, there is no way not to gain weight on boiled musk ox and boiled potatoes three times a day."
"Then hurry your ass home and I'll work off those extra pounds. Mama be horny," Lindsey said with a grin.
"That makes two of us. Do you know how hard it is to catch a female musk ox?"
Lindsey glanced around to see if anyone was close by. "Yeah, it's probably a tough job but I remember you well enough to know how satisfied that musk ox would have been. Damn it, now I have visions of that dick of yours floating around in my head. I'll never get any work done now on anything but my clit."
"You leave that thing alone. I'll take very good care of it when I get home," Don said and then added, "By the way, those spankings will be with a wooden paddle."
"Promises, promises, as long as the bruises heal in time for the competition."
Don laughed and said, "OK, you get back to work while I daydream of tying you to the bed."
"Why tie me to the bed?" Lindsey asked.
"Horny bodybuilders have a tendency to break things and I don't want to be one of them," Don replied with a chuckle.
Lindsey laughed but before she could reply, Don broke the connection.
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