12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016

by Jenny Plumb

  “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.”

  She tilted her head up, and gave him a kiss. “That sounds perfect.”

  Jay declared the next week a no spanking zone, so they could speak freely without worrying over the physical aspects. They spent hours talking about their fantasies and kinks. While both of them had obsessed about spanking over the years, neither of them had much physical experience actually doing it, and were a little nervous to start.

  Monday morning she stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee for them, and while it was percolating, Jay came into the room with a grin and both hands behind his back.

  “What have you got there?” she asked with narrowed eyes. “Surprises before coffee might not go down so well.”

  “Cranky girls might not get surprises,” he teased, but then showed her what had been behind his back anyway. It was a wooden box with twenty-four tiny drawers in it. The whole thing was about one foot tall by one foot wide, and a couple of inches deep. It had been painted red, with little gold numbers on each of the twenty-four drawers. He set it down on the counter next to the coffee maker.

  “An advent calendar?” she asked.

  “Not just any advent calendar. It’s a spanking advent calendar.”

  She felt her cheeks turning a bit pink. “What exactly is a spanking advent calendar?”

  “Each drawer has a little slip of paper with a spanky idea for us to try out.” After a long pause he grasped her hand in his and said, “All the things we’ve been talking about over the past week are in there: roleplaying, erotic spanking, and trying implements. I thought this would be a little boost of courage for both of us to give new things a try.”

  She gave him a shy smile and said, “It’s December first. Do I get to open a drawer today?”

  “Yes, but it has to be in order, so you get to open number one today.”

  “Why does it have to be in order?”

  “Because there
are some days that have spanking related activities with no actual spanking for you, and those are carefully spaced out to give your ass a break.”

  She leaned in and gave him a kiss. “That’s for always looking out for me. So can I open number one?” she asked eagerly.

  “Go ahead.”

  She clapped with joy, and then carefully pulled out the first drawer. The words ‘practice safeword’ were written on the little folded up piece of paper. She tried not to let her disappointment show. Practicing a safeword wasn’t exciting at all. In fact it sounded kind of awful.

  “How are we going to practice a safeword?”

  The coffee was done, so he poured them both a mug and then handed her the creamer out of the fridge. “We agreed on the traffic light system, right?”

  “Yes.” That had been one of the first things they’d talked about.

  “Except you don’t want me checking in with you for green. You only want to tell me if it’s yellow to slow down or red to stop.”

  “Right.” She handed the creamer back to him and took a sip of her coffee.

  “I’m completely fine with that theoretically, but I don’t want to start trying out things that might be upsetting to you without hearing you use a safeword a few times first.”

  “Okay, but practice how? If you’re going to spank me until I need to yell out red, that doesn’t sound like much fun.”

  “Nope, it’s not going to be about spanking you hard. The spanking itself is going to be light and enjoyable for you. The part you may have trouble with is leaving the lights on while I pull up your skirt and pull down your panties.”

  She shook her head, and her face turned bright red. “No,” she whimpered.

  He took the coffee out of her hands, and set it on the counter, before pulling her into a hug. “Listen, babe. I know you don’t like the way you look, but I want you to try thinking about this from my perspective. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? I love your ass. I especially love that little bit of jiggle it has every time I smack it. Being able to see your bare ass over my lap while I spank it is going to be a huge turn on for me, and I’m not asking you to look in a mirror while I do it, I’m just asking you to let me see it. Does that make sense?”

  She nodded against his shoulder. “Yes, but… I don’t know if I can.”

  “That’s why the safewords are there. We’ll start with your clothes on, then when I start to take them off, you can say yellow if you’re not ready, and I’ll spank you a little longer before trying again. And if it ends up that you just can’t let me see your naked ass this time, I’m not going to be upset, but I will want to continue working on it until you are comfortable with it.”

  “Okay, I’ll try.”

  “Good girl.”

  She felt her face burning for a whole new reason. They’d talked about those two words, and he knew how much she loved to hear them. She squeezed him tight and then let go so she could drink the rest of her coffee before it was time to get ready for work.

  Chapter 2

  That night Cora was surprised to see her husband’s car already in the parking lot. It was odd for him to beat her home. She usually had the house to herself for half an hour before he got there. Her stomach turned over when she realized this was it. The second she walked in that door, Jay was going to spank her, and he wanted to do it with the lights on. Wincing at that mental image, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time that he thought she was beautiful, and that was what mattered.

  She took a deep calming breath, and forced herself to walk through the front door. Jay wasn’t in the living room or kitchen, so she locked the door behind her, set her purse down, took off her shoes, and went to look for him.

  “I’m upstairs,” his voice said.

  “Coming.” She went up the stairs in a rush, but stopped short when she saw him in their bedroom. He was sitting on a chair she’d never seen before. It was a dark wooden armless chair, and it was backed up against the foot of their bed.

  “Where’d you get the chair?” she asked.

  “There’s a thrift store next to the sandwich shop where I eat lunch. I’ve seen this chair in the window every day for a month, and thought it would make a great spanking chair. I finally had a reason to buy it. It can stay in the corner of our bedroom, and every morning when you see it, you’ll remember all the times I’ve sat in it to spank you.”

  “I like that idea.” She liked it so much that her panties were now wet.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He held out his hand.

  She walked to him slowly, and put her hand in his. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, but with mixed feelings. Excitement, yes, but there’s a lot of nervousness too.”

  He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Have you been thinking about what I said this morning?”

  “Yes, and I know you’re right, and I’m going to try.”

  “That’s my good girl.” He gently pulled on her wrist. “Over my lap.”

  Feeling warm and happy with the praise, she helped put herself across his knees, and immediately felt his hand rubbing her backside.

  He gently patted her bottom. “Maybe we should start with your skirt up.”

  “What? No!” She squirmed to get up, but his arm immediately wrapped around her waist to hold her in place.

  “Settle down,” he said very sternly, and slapped her bottom once.

  “But that’s not what we agreed on!” She pushed at his leg.

  “I think you’ve forgotten the point of tonight’s session. We’re here to practice your safeword, and you’d better believe the words ‘no’ and ‘stop’ aren’t going to faze me when you’re getting spanked. What word do you need to say if you don’t agree with my suggestion?”

  “Yellow,” she said with irritation. “Yellow, yellow, yellow. You know it’s yellow, so don’t be a jerk about it.”

  “I see.” He started slapping her bottom rhythmically, without any real strength behind the blows. “I’m a jerk for making you practice using a safeword.”

  “No.” She huffed and glared at the floor. “I just want you to be nicer about it. Please?”

  “All right, I suppose I can do that.”

  It was difficult to stay focused on her irritation with stingy little smacks landing on her ass.

  He paused. “Ready for me to pull up your skirt?”

  “No, yellow.”

  “Very good,” he said, and resumed the spanking.

  This round lasted longer, and Cora got lost in the wonderful sensation of a well heated rear end.

  “Okay, sweetheart, I’d really like to pull up your skirt now.”

  She shut her eyes tight, and a little whine came out of her throat, but she nodded her head.

  “My good girl.” He lifted her skirt, and bunched it up at the small of her back. “Aw, you’re wearing the panties I got you. Are you wearing the bra too?”

  “Yes.”

  His fingers trailed along the crease where panties ended and bare skin started. “I can see that your skin is pink through the holes in the lace. It’s beautiful.”

  She squirmed and didn’t comment.

  “You’re beautiful,” he added before lifting his hand to continue the spanking.

  The slaps on top of her panties made her gasp. There was definitely an increase in the intensity of the sting, but all she could think about was the awful way her skin moved with each slap. But when the first slap landed on her bare thigh, the sharp sting interrupted her thoughts.

  “Ow!” she whined. “The skin on skin hurts a lot more.”

  He rubbed the spot he’d hit. “Too much? Because you know what I want you to say if it’s too much.”

  After thinking it over she said, “It does hurt more, but it’s not too much yet.”

  “Let me know when it is.” He slapped the other thigh once, and then gave her four smacks on her panties before moving back down to bare skin for two smacks to each thigh.

  Her body
twitched a little with each blow, but it was all perfectly tolerable since he continued alternating between her ass and thighs. After about ten rounds, it became much more difficult to lie still. “Jaaay,” she whined.

  “What are you supposed to say, babe?” he asked while landing another few swats.

  “Yellow.”

  He stopped and rubbed out the sting. “Good girl.”

  She let her body relax across his lap.

  “How do you feel now?”

  “Really, really good.”

  “I think it’s time for the panties to come down. Are you ready for that?”

  Her shoulders tensed, and there was a long pause where she told herself to say yes, but nothing came out. She nodded instead.

  He hooked his fingers in the elastic, and slid them down off her bottom, but the front was caught between his thigh and her hips. “Lift your hips for me,” he said, “I want to see these around your ankles.”

  She pushed her hips off his thigh for a moment and felt the panties slide all the way down. Blushing with a mix of shame, embarrassment, and a hint of excitement, she closed her eyes.

  “Why would you ever want to hide this from me?” he mumbled as his hand roamed over her flesh. “You have a perfect ass for spanking. Your pale skin marks up beautifully. If it were up to me, you’d always be naked when we were home alone.”

  “Jay,” she pleaded, wanting him to stop talking about it.

  “One more round of spanking, and then we’ll be done for tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  The smacks started up again, and at first each smack made her squirm and grunt, but after the first ten, the pain started melting away and turning into a very pleasant sensation. Her body started to relax, and then without any forethought, she started to arch her back, and raise her ass up to meet his hand.

  The next morning as she made coffee, Cora couldn’t help but stare at the advent calendar, wondering what the day would bring. She’d been surprised, and even a little disappointed this morning when she woke up and realized her bottom wasn’t sore at all. But maybe that was a good thing, because it meant they could do it more often. Spanking clearly turned them both on, because they’d had sex before going down to make dinner, and then again before bed.