by Jenny Plumb
12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016
Volume III
Jenny Plumb
Katherine Deane
Amelia Smarts
Kelly Dawson
Paige Mallory
Vanessa Brooks
Megan McCoy
Delia Grace
Sheri Lynn
Constance Masters
Bethany Leigh
Bryony Kildare
Lucy Wild
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Contents
Excerpts from Each of the Stories
Jenny Plumb
Twenty-Four Days
Katherine Deane
Grandma Got Run Over by Raina, Dear
Amelia Smarts
Christmas with Callie
Kelly Dawson
His Christmas Brat
Paige Mallory
Spending Christmas with Jessica
Vanessa Brooks
A Very Georgian Christmas
Megan McCoy
The Santa Wrangler
Delia Grace
A Very Jackson Christmas
Sheri Lynn
A Merry EXmas
Constance Masters
The Aussie and the Irish Christmas
Bethany Leigh
A Merry Little Christmas
Bryony Kildare
A Midwinter Marraige
Lucy Wild
A Carol for Christmas
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Excerpts from Each of the Stories
Twenty-Four Days
By Jenny Plumb
Cora reread the letter for the twentieth time, changing a word here and a phrase there while her knee nervously bounced up and down. Her nails were bitten down to nothing, her stomach continued to roll unpleasantly, and her lower lip was going to be bruised if she continued to gnaw on it while typing. But this had to be exactly right. For the thousandth time she imagined all the possible outcomes of this letter.
Her cell phone buzzed, startling her out of her reverie. The name Jay flashed on the screen, and her eyes opened wide when she realized what time it was. Had she really been sitting here for three hours contemplating this letter?
“Crap.” She picked up the phone, brushed her long brown hair away from her ear, and forced a smile on her face. “Hi, honey.”
“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t pick up, because that would mean you were on your way here.”
“I’m sorry, I got caught up in something here at home, but I’m all dressed and ready. I’ll head your way right now.” She hit the print button on her computer before she lost her nerve, and got up to slip her heels on. She could hear him sigh on the other end of the line.
“Cora, we’ve talked about this.”
She cringed. Considering the letter she just wrote to him, maybe being late to Thanksgiving dinner at his parent’s house wasn’t the best idea. “I know, and I truly am sorry. I didn’t mean to lose track of the time.”
“I know you didn’t. You never do. Just… don’t speed on your way over here, okay? My mom said dinner will be ready in about half an hour, so you should make it here right on time. There are all kinds of drunk drivers out there, so I want you to focus on driving safe, not on rushing.”
She got the papers off the printer and pouted while he lectured. She folded them in half without glancing at the words again, and wrote his name on the back. “I promise not to speed, and I’ll watch out for all the crazies on the road.”
“Okay babe, I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye.”
Once she hung up, she stuck her phone in her purse, and slipped her jacket on. She hastily slapped the papers down on the kitchen table. The white paper starkly contrasted with the brown tablecloth. She turned to leave, but then hesitated for a moment, looking back at the letter. “Stop being such a pussy,” she muttered to herself. That seemed to do the trick, because she was able to force her feet towards the door, and soon she was in her car, driving to her in-laws’ house.
An hour and a half later when everyone was full, Jay pulled Cora into the hallway to have a private conversation while his parents cleared the table. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked with genuine concern.
She’d tried to behave normally during dinner, but apparently her fake smile hadn’t fooled him. She’d changed her mind about giving him the confessional letter she’d spent the morning writing, but she couldn’t exactly tell him that. Instead she put a hand on her stomach and said, “I’m not feeling well. I think maybe I need to go home.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. She did feel sick because of her nerves.
“Aw, babe, I’m sorry. You should have said something earlier. Were you feeling sick before? Is that why you were late?”
“That might have been part of it.”
“We’ll go home right now.”
He turned to walk back to the dining room, but she put a hand on his arm to stop him. “No! I mean, you shouldn’t have to leave, just because I’m not feeling well. You haven’t even had dessert yet, and your mom made pecan pie just for you.”
He put a hand on the side of her face. “I’m not going to send you home alone when you’re feeling ill. I’ll get a couple of slices to go.”
“But your parents will be so disappointed if you leave early.”
“My parents love you, Cora. They wouldn’t want you pretending to be okay when you’re feeling sick, and they wouldn’t want you going home alone.”
“But we took two cars, so I’ll have to drive anyway. There’s no reason—”
“No.” He cut her off firmly.
“No?”
“I don’t want you driving if you’re feeling sick. We’ll leave your car here and pick it up tomorrow.”
She put a hand on her stomach, feeling worse by the second. If he drove her home, there was no way to hide the letter before he saw it.
He rubbed her back gently. “Come on, babe, I’ve decided. I’m driving you home.”
She wanted to protest, cause a scene, and rush home to rip up the letter, but that kind of behavior wasn’t in her nature. Instead, she let him take her to the kitchen to say goodbye to his folks, and much too soon she was in her husband’s car going home. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and prayed that she’d be able to run in and grab the letter befo
re he saw it. Then she prayed that if he did end up seeing it, that it wouldn’t be the end of their marriage.
They’d only been married for five months, but they’d been in a relationship for two years, and they’d known each other since high school.
Her parents had moved into the house next to his parents’ house in her junior year. She’d been awestruck by him at the time. He was a senior, captain of the swim team, and class president, while she was in the band and the chess club, and too shy to talk to the more popular kids. He was blond-haired, blue-eyed, with an athletic build, while she had brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy figure. They weren’t exactly an obvious match, and back then he never gave her a second glance.
They’d both gone away to college, and didn’t see each other much over the next few years. As luck would have it, they both graduated from college the same year.
A week after graduation, Jay’s parents threw him a huge party, and invited everyone on the block to prevent noise complaints. Cora had no plans to go, but her mother cajoled her into checking it out once the music started.
As she was walking along the sidewalk, she heard loud yelling coming from Jay’s house, and stood still. A few seconds later she saw a woman rushing out of Jay’s house and down the stairs. Jay ran out after her and yelled, “Bess! Bess, don’t leave like this! Come back and talk to me!”
The woman flipped him off, got in her car, and drove off.
“Fuck!” Jay kicked the railing of the porch. He stormed back into his house without noticing Cora, and Cora quickly turned back around and hurried home.
Later that night, as she was getting ready for bed, she heard an odd sound coming from outside. She went to the window and saw Jay sitting in her backyard drinking a bottle of tequila and quietly crying. She went out to comfort him, and they ended up talking the whole night. They watched the sun come up together on his front porch swing, and had been inseparable ever since.
Cora heard the car shut off, bringing her out of her memories. She didn’t even look in Jay’s direction. She immediately got out of the car, and rushed towards the door to their little townhouse apartment. She heard him call her name, but she ignored that in favor of unlocking the door and running to the kitchen table. She snatched up the letter, crumpled it, and shoved it in her purse.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jay’s voice asked, directly behind her.
Startled, she gasped and spun around. “What? Nothing! I’m not doing anything.”
His eyes narrowed, and he pointed to her purse. “What are you hiding from me?”
A tiny whimper escaped her throat. “It’s nothing. It’s just… I… I…”
“Cora Ann,” he said, clearly displeased. “We don’t keep secrets from each other. Hand it over. Right now.”
There was no way she could keep it hidden now. Her pulse raced, and her hand shook as she reached in to pull out the wadded up sheets of paper. She handed it over, and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Before he had a chance to even look at the papers, she burst into tears, and ran up to their bedroom. She tossed her purse on the floor, kicked her heels off, and climbed under the covers of their bed with her jacket still on. Covered up in the dark, she let herself cry while all kinds of horrible thoughts circled in her head. What if he laughed at her? What if he ridiculed her and called her names? What if he thought she needed therapy? What if he decided he didn’t want to be married to her anymore?
Five minutes later, she had just barely gotten her tears under control when she heard his footsteps on the stairs. Her entire body tensed, and she pulled the covers up over her head and held tight, not caring if it was a childish move. She heard him flick on the light, and then felt the bed dip beside her as he sat down.
“I never told you the full story about Bess and why we broke up,” Jay said softly.
Surprised by those words, she pulled the covers down to peek at her husband, but his eyes were on her letter.
“She didn’t flip out about me being a controlling asshole because I told her she’d had enough to drink.” He swallowed hard, and then made eye contact. “It was because of what I said after that. I told her I was going to spank her as soon as we were alone.”
Cora’s eyes opened wide.
“She called me abusive for even saying it, and never spoke to me again. That rejection… well it hit me hard, and I was so afraid that you’d leave me if I even suggested spanking for anything other than a light slap during sex.”
He held up her letter and said, “Everything you describe in here is something I want to do with you.” He pointed to the first paragraph and said, “Spanking as foreplay. Yes.” He pointed to the next section. “Spanking for fun when roleplaying. Yes.” He flipped the page and said, “Spanking as punishment.” He looked her in the eye. “Absolutely yes.”
“Really?” she whispered, not quiet believing it could be true.
He nodded. “Really, and to prove I’m serious about it…” He set the papers down by the foot of the bed, scooted himself back a little and patted his thigh. “We’re going to have the rest of this conversation with you over my lap.”
She quickly shook her head. “What, like right now?”
“Yes, right now.”
“But… shouldn’t we talk about it first?”
“We’re going to talk about it a lot over the next few days, but for right now, just a little taste of what’s to come.” He leaned over, and kissed her forehead. “Trust me.”
“Okay, but my clothes need to stay on.”
“Why?”
Unable to make eye contact she said softly, “It’s that time of month, and anyway the lights are on and you’ll be looking right at my fat—”
“Hey!” He cut her off sharply.
She amended her statement. “Well, you know how I feel about my ass and thighs.”
“Yeah I do, and you know that I disagree. I don’t want an anorexic looking woman with no ass. You’re not fat by any stretch of the imagination, and it pisses me off when you put yourself down, so knock it off.”
His scolding made her blush. She didn’t agree with his assessment, but she knew from experience that arguing wouldn’t do any good. Logically she knew she was thinner than a lot of women, but thanks to her mother’s assessment of what it meant to be thin while growing up, she only felt shame when she looked in a mirror.
“Look at me.” His tone was gentle again. When she made eye contact, he said, “We can talk about that later. Tonight I want you to feel comfortable for your first time, so I’ll leave your clothes on. Okay?”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Over my lap.”
With her stomach full of butterflies, she sat up, shed her jacket, and slowly moved to kneel beside him on the bed. Then his hand was on her lower back guiding her down across his thighs, with her body supported on the bed. She shuddered at the feeling of finally being in this position when she’d imagined it more times than she could count. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of his hand rubbing her behind over her skirt.
The first smack caught her slightly off guard, and she gasped at the light sting. A soft ‘Oh’ came out of her when the second spank landed on the other side. With each successive swat, the tension and nerves of the day started to slowly melt away, and by the time he paused, around swat number forty, she was completely relaxed and pliant.
“I think this is going to be amazing for both of us.” He rubbed out the sting. “I always knew you were on the submissive side, I just didn’t realize you also had a spanking fetish that went with it. I wish I’d been man enough to say something earlier.”
She looked back at him. “The same is true for me. I always knew you were dominant, that’s a big part of what I love about you, but I didn’t know you’d be okay with spanking. There was this guy in college… I told him about it, but he said I was messed up, so that made me reluctant to ever tell someone about it again. I mean, I knew you’d be okay with something light, because you slap my
butt playfully all the time, but punishment… that’s different.”
“Speaking of punishment, you lied to me today. You said you were sick, but you weren’t sick, you were nervous.”
She was utterly still and held her breath. Was he actually going to do it? Was she actually going to get the thing she’d desperately wanted for so long?
He wrapped his arm around her waist. “I think six hard spanks for that, and then you can be forgiven. Do you agree?”
Her head dipped down twice in a tiny nod.
The loud clap of hand smacking cloth-covered behind filled her ears while the sharp sensation of a much harder slap to her left ass cheek shot up to her brain. She gasped and her muscles tensed up. Another slap landed on the right, and a small grunt came out of her before she could hold it back. The third smack landed dead center catching some of both cheeks at once, and her right foot came up off the bed a few inches. The next swat hit lower on her left side, right at the point where her ass and thigh met. “Oh!” A matching smack on the right elicited an actual, “Ow!” from her, and the last swat that was up in the center of her butt again, made her wiggle and whine, “Ow, Jay. That really hurt.”
“Yeah, it was supposed to.” He rubbed her behind again. “The question is, how do you feel about it hurting?”
“I… I’m not sure. I’ll need to think about it.”
“Fair enough, I need to think it over too. Sit up so I can give you a hug.”
She pushed herself off his lap, and sat next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and kissed the top of her head.
“I was so nervous before,” she said, “but now… now I’m just relieved.”
He patted her back. “Let’s go have some pie, and watch a movie, something to help us relax before bed. We can talk about this all day tomorrow since we both have the day off.”
