12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016

by Jenny Plumb

“It’s okay. Never mind. We’ll watch yours.”

  “Hey.” He pulled her into a hug. “Don’t be so quick to give up. Just give me a minute to process it, okay?”

  “I don’t know why I like them so much.” Her voice was slightly muted by his shirt. “I just do.”

  “Well… I have plenty of clips of women spanking women, so I guess I can understand.” He loosened his embrace so he could look her in the eye. “So let’s alternate tonight. We’ll watch one male/male for you, and then one male/female for me.”

  “It won’t turn you off or anything?” she asked.

  Smiling, he shook his head. “No. It won’t get me excited, but I’m secure enough in my sexuality to watch a couple of guys spanking each other if it’s what you like.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  The following morning Cora had trouble waking up because they’d stayed up late watching porn together. It was hard to stop once they got started.

  “Come on, sleepyhead.” Jay patted her bottom over the covers. “Past time for you to be awake.”

  She groaned and pulled the covers over her head.

  “If you’re late to work because we stayed up last night watching porn, I’m going to give you a punishment spanking.”

  “Mean,” came the muffled reply.

  “Your call, babe. If you want to see what an actual punishment spanking is going to be like, then by all means, stay in bed.”

  She tossed the covers back with a frustrated whine, and got up.

  “Good girl. I’ll go make us some coffee while you get ready.”

  “‘Kay.”

  Ten minutes later, she was sipping her coffee next to her husband in the kitchen.

  “Less cranky?” Jay asked. After she nodded, he handed her drawer number nine.

  She got the slip of paper and read it out loud. “Spanked in bondage.”

  “I was hoping those leather cuffs we ordered would be here, but they’re not, so I’ll have to improvise.”

  “I bought a bunch of cloth ribbon for wrapping gifts,” she said.

  “Mmm… that could work. And when it’s over, I get to unwrap you like a gift.”

  That night when Jay came home, Cora had wrapping supplies spread all over the living room floor, and several packages under the tree.

  “It looks like a craft store after an earthquake in here,” he teased after leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

  “I wanted to make sure I had enough ribbon.”

  “And do you have enough?”

  “Yep.” She handed him a roll of gold ribbon. “This one’s all yours.”

  “Ready to play?” he asked.

  “I’m kind of hungry, can we have dinner first?”

  “Sure, what’s for dinner?”

  “Well… you could go get us some fast food while I finished wrapping stuff,” she said hopefully.

  He laughed. “I see how it is. All right, what kind of food should I pick up while you wrap?”

  Three hours later, they were fed, the gifts were wrapped, and the living room was mostly picked up. “Ready now?” Jay asked.

  “Yes.”

  He pulled her into a hug, and whispered in her ear. “I want you to go upstairs, take off all your clothes, and lay stomach side down on the bed.”

  She stood on her toes and whispered back, “Yes, Sir.” She rushed up the steps, and her hand reached out to turn on the light, but then she thought better of that and left it off. If he wanted to see better, he could turn it on. She yanked her clothes off quickly, tossed them to the floor, and got into position on the bed.

  A few minutes later, Jay came upstairs and stood by the door. “Cora.”

  She cringed at his disappointed tone.

  “Come over here, and turn the light on, right now, young lady.”

  Wishing she’d turned it on earlier, she whimpered in distress, and slowly walked over to where her husband was standing. She flicked on the light and looked to him for approval.

  He put his fingers on her chin. “This issue is going to stop, Cora. When we play, we play with the lights on. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “If this happens again, I’m going to give you six with the hairbrush as punishment.”

  She shook her head rapidly. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Good girl.” He gave her a quick kiss, and then put his hands on her shoulders to turn her around, and gave her a resounding slap on the ass. “Back on the bed.”

  With a yelp, she scrambled back onto the bed, and lay still keeping her head turned towards him.

  He got the roll of ribbon out of his pocket along with a pair of scissors, measured out a length of it, and started tying it to her wrist. Once both wrists had ribbon on them, he tied the other ends to the corners of the headboard.

  “How is that?” he asked.

  She tentatively pulled at her arms, and found very little leeway for movement. “I can’t move much.”

  “Is anything too tight? Does it hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He took three of the four pillows from the top of the bed and said, “I want to put these under your hips. Raise them up for me.”

  Finding that somewhat difficult with her arms spread out and tied down, she used her knees to lift up from the bed.

  He helped lift her up, and piled all three pillows in a stack so they raised her hips a good foot off the mattress.

  On the one hand she found it completely arousing to have her ass so obscenely displayed, but on the other hand, the embarrassment of knowing Jay was looking right at her worst feature was almost too much to bear.

  “Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to use the ribbon to tie both of your ankles so you’ll be spread-eagled, and then I’m going to turn your bottom a nice shade of pink.

  “Wait, you… you want my legs to be open? I… I think that’s a yellow.”

  He put his hand on her ass and rubbed her gently. “How about a little warm up spanking first?”

  “Yeah, that sounds good.”

  Leaning one knee on the bed beside her, he put one warm hand on the middle of her back, and used his right hand to start slapping her bottom lightly. “You’re beautiful, Cora. I love looking at your body. It’s perfect. And you’re such a good girl for me, being brave and trying out all these new things. I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks,” she whispered, relaxing as the slaps settled her down.

  He stopped to rub. “Are you ready for me to tie your ankles now?”

  “It’s just going to be spanking, right? You’re not going to… like… do anything else.”

  He leaned down so they could be eye to eye, and petted her hair. “I promise, nothing but spanking. I remember your list, and any kind of anal play was in the ‘oh hell no’ category, so if that’s what you’re worried about, well then we probably shouldn’t be doing this at all.”

  “No, I know you wouldn’t do that,” she reassured him. “But… well… I could see you wanting sex like this, and maybe I’d even like that at some point in the future, but—”

  He leaned into give her a kiss, which cut her off. “That would be too much, too fast; not just for you, but for me too. Especially with the ribbon instead of something designed not to damage your skin while it holds you in place.”

  She nodded. “Thanks for the reassurance. I’m ready now.” Closing her eyes, she tentatively spread her legs a little bit.

  “What a good girl you are,” he murmured, as he got off the bed to get the ribbon.

  Soon she was spread wide open with all of her limbs tied to the bed and her ass in the air.

  He ran his hands up her legs, and over her ass. “Let’s turn these a dark pink, and see if you enjoy struggling against your restraints.”

  When the spanking started in earnest, Cora quickly realized that she normally moved a lot more than she thought she did during a spanking, because she felt the tug of the ribbon repeatedly as her limb
s tried to move with each swat.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed, as the sensation of being fully helpless overwhelmed her. Struggling a little harder she cried out, “Oh, Jay!”

  Pausing, he rubbed out the sting. “What does ‘Oh Jay’ mean?”

  She pushed her butt up slightly. “It means I really like it. Don’t stop.”

  “I’m glad you like it sweetheart, but you don’t get to demand things in this position. Maybe if you beg nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

  A tiny whine came out of her. “Please, Sir. Please don’t stop.”

  “That’s more like it.”

  The spanks started up again; she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the myriad of sensations.

  Wednesday morning when Cora was ready to open drawer number ten, Jay said with a frown, “I’m sorry, babe, but I miscalculated something. We can’t do number ten tonight. I thought about switching number ten and eleven this morning before you came down, but I told you I put all of these in before I gave it to you, and I didn’t want to lie or hide anything from you. So I’d like you to turn around so I can switch out ten and eleven.”

  She kissed his cheek and said, “Thank you for the honesty,” before turning around.

  “Okay, go ahead and open your new number ten.”

  She opened it and read, “Spanked in the shower.” She grinned. “Are we testing the theory that a spanking hurts more on wet skin?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Fun.”

  Late that night, after proving the wet skin theory correct, their focus quickly turned to exploring each other’s wet skin, and trying to find the best position for sex in the shower.

  “Can I open number eleven today? Or ten turned eleven I should say,” Cora asked the next morning.

  “Yes, you can.”

  “I was curious about it all day yesterday,” she said as she opened it. “Try out the implements we ordered online.” She cocked her head to the side. “They arrived?”

  “I’ve been tracking them online. They’re scheduled to arrive today. If they don’t, then you’ll have to open number twelve later tonight, and postpone it again.”

  “I’m excited to try them out, but it won’t bother me if we have to wait another day.”

  Cora was pleased that night when she got home from work and saw a note taped to her door telling her there was a box from UPS waiting for them in the manager’s office. But there was no way she could face the nice elderly lady who managed the apartments to pick up their kinky spanking implements, even if the woman didn’t know what was in the box. Her face turned bright red just thinking about it. She texted her husband to let him know to stop in the office and pick up their box before coming home.

  They opened the box together, and admired the things they’d bought: leather wrist cuffs, a fraternity style wooden paddle, a soft pliant leather strap with a handle, a leather flogger, and a small cane.

  Jay held up the cuffs. “Do you want to try them down here, or upstairs in the bedroom?”

  “Bedroom.”

  He handed her the cuffs, picked up the rest of the implements, and followed her up the stairs.

  By the end of the night, Cora had decided that she loved the leather strap and the cuffs. The flogger was nice, the wooden paddle was okay if used lightly, and the cane could be tolerable if it was rhythmically tapped against her ass, but it was horrible if there was any strength behind the smack.

  Friday morning, after a few sips of her coffee, Cora said, “Can I open number twelve?”

  “Not this morning, sweetheart.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s a surprise. You can open number twelve when you get home from work.”

  “But why do I have to wait?”

  “I told you, it’s a surprise. I don’t want you thinking about it all day.”

  She scowled at him. “That’s not fair. You know what it says, why can’t I?”

  He crossed his arms and said, “Because I said so.”

  Crossing her arms to match his, she said, “That’s not a legitimate reason.”

  “Cora Ann, you are treading on thin ice. When it comes to the advent calendar ‘because I said so’ is a perfectly legitimate reason, and you know it. One more word about it, and you can stand in the corner until your attitude improves.”

  She uncrossed her arms, and pouted at the floor.

  “That’s better.” He took her hand in his. “Trust me?”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  “Good girl.”

  That night when she opened drawer number twelve, she had to agree that making her wait had been a good idea. She would have been incredibly distracted by the words, ‘Go to local BDSM club to observe and visit with others.’

  “Tonight?” she squeaked.

  He nodded. “I looked it up online. It’s downtown, the doors open at ten o’clock, and because we’re going as a couple the entrance fee is forty bucks. If you were going alone it would be twenty for you, but if I were going alone it would be a hundred.”

  “A hundred?” she asked, surprised.

  “Yeah, it kind of sucks, but I get it. If it were twenty dollars for everyone, there’d be ten guys to every girl. As it is, I’m sure the ratio is probably five to one.”

  She nodded and then muttered, “Oh my gosh, what am I going to wear?” She rushed towards the stairs to look through her closet.

  Jay yelled at her retreating form, “That’s why I made you wait.”

  “Good call,” she yelled back.

  After many wardrobe changes, she finally decided on a basic black dress that stopped just above her knees.

  They arrived a few minutes early, and ended up talking to the middle-aged couple in front of them in line for the next ten minutes. The friendly couple had been in the scene for several years, and they made Cora feel welcome, and helped calm her nerves. They seemed perfectly normal, while talking about their jobs, their kids, and their kink.

  Once they got inside, Jay got his wife a drink, and they walked around observing people and visiting with other couples. Cora saw several things she knew she never wanted to do. But she had to admit that the spanking bench looked pretty cozy, and watching a variety of people getting spanked did end up turning her on. But after her two cocktails, she ended up falling asleep on the ride home, and Jay had to carry her to bed.

  Saturday morning, Cora woke up to Jay brushing the hair from her face.

  “How are you feeling this morning?”

  She opened one eye. “Tired.”

  “How’s your head? I doubt you’ll have a hangover after only two drinks, but I don’t know how stiff they were.”

  “S’okay,” she muttered.

  “I’m glad.” He rolled her over and pulled her close so they could spoon for a few seconds. Just as she was falling back to sleep snuggled against him he said, “I have a big day planned for us, so I want you to get up in the next few minutes.”

  “It’s Saturday,” she whined.

  “Tell you what, you can sleep for ten more minutes while I go make coffee. I’ll bring you a cup, and drawer number thirteen in bed, but then you have to get up without complaining. Okay?”

  “‘Kay.”

  She dozed off, but the wonderful smell of coffee woke her up with a smile. Pushing herself to a sitting position, she accepted the coffee from her husband and took a few sips.

  He held the little red drawer out to her, so she set her coffee down and took out the paper. “Spanked outside with a switch.” Her eyes snapped to his and she shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

  “Which part?”

  “Either part. I’ll bet a switch is going to feel just as horrible as a cane, but that doesn’t matter, because there’s no way I’d be okay with getting spanked outside. Someone could see us.”

  “Well, I wasn’t planning to do it in town. I thought we could drive a couple hours out of town and take a hike in the woods. Do you remember this summer when we drove down the Gorge, and found that li
ttle campground you wanted to try next year?”

  She nodded, already picturing that area.

  “They have a huge hiking area ten miles long through woods and creeks, and at this time of year, it’s going to be mostly empty. It hasn’t snowed yet, so we won’t have any trouble with the drive, and even if we don’t do any spanking, we could still enjoy the hike.”

  Picking up her coffee, she sipped it and thought that over. “A hike away from the city does sound nice.”

  “And if we don’t run into any people, maybe we could find a fallen tree or a boulder, and you could have a very quick trip over my knee.”

  “My clothes would have to stay on.”

  He opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak. “No. That’s a deal breaker for me. That’s a big fat ‘red’. There’s no way in hell I’m exposing myself outside. Not happening.”

  Nodding with a disappointed frown, he said, “Okay, the clothes say on.”

  “But… if we don’t see anyone around, and we’re in a secluded spot, I’ll probably be okay with a few quick swats in the woods. Maybe even a few with a switch.”

  They arrived at the trailhead late in the morning. There was only one other car in the parking area. “This looks promising,” Jay said, as he went to the trunk of the car. They both put on their winter jackets, and Cora helped Jay put on the backpack with their water, lunch, and emergency supplies.

  Half an hour later, they’d hiked about two miles, and they hadn’t seen a soul. Jay’s watch beeped, disturbing the silent nature all around.

  “It’s noon,” he said, “Ready for lunch?”

  “Yes.”

  “Keep your eyes out for a good spot.”

  They came across a little creek, and went off the trail a few feet so they could sit on a fallen tree trunk to eat.

  Cora wolfed down her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and then stole half of her husband’s sandwich while he was looking out at the creek. Three bites into it, she heard Jay clear his throat.

  She looked at him guiltily.

  He raised an eyebrow, and held his hand out.

  “I was hungry,” she said with a full mouth, as she set the remainder of the sandwich in his open hand.

  “You haven’t even touched your apple.”