12 Naughty Days of Christmas - 2016

by Jenny Plumb

  He reached up and lowered her panties as well, then stuck his fingers inside of her pussy. She was sopping wet! And had a different aroma than usual. He couldn’t place it. It wasn’t bad, just tangier. He placed his fingers in his mouth and as he tasted her sweet nectar, let out a primal groan. This was heaven to him. His baby’s mouth around his manhood, while he gave her pleasure in her perfect little pussy. He began to rub her just the way she liked it; her ministrations on his cock became harder and more pointed. He felt her teeth a little as she verbally showed her appreciation of his attention to her clit and little hole.

  “Don’t bite me, little girl, or I might have to bite you back.”

  She slowly and carefully closed her teeth around his cock until it just passed from pleasure into pain and then let up on the pressure.

  “Oh you little minx.” He sat up a little and pulled her towards his face. He began lapping at her juices like a starving man, sucking at her cunt until she let out a squeal, then he quickly flipped her over and bit her ass – hard.

  She moaned audibly, shrieking, but obviously reveling in it as well.

  Then, when she seemed on the edge of completion, he withdrew his mouth and pointed to his bulging manhood. “Finish what you started, please.”

  She gaped at him, breathing heavily in and out, but melted at his look and lowered her face back onto his cock, sucking up and down his velvety manhood as if her life depended on it. She gave him a dirty come hither smile as she sucked the tip over and over just the way he liked; her eyes rolled back in her head as he came hard, and she shoved his penis down her throat so she wouldn’t miss a single drop.

  Then, once he had spent every ounce of cum he had, he flipped her onto her belly and stuck one finger into her asshole and two fingers into her pussy and began to pump. Using his thumb to rub her swollen clit, he verbally encouraged her. “Come on, baby. Let it all out for me. Let the whole house know that you’re mine and you just gave me all you had and now I’m begging for more.”

  Her body shook with the exertion of holding it in, trying to let it build. She wanted to be quiet. She wanted to be silent, but she knew that was not going to be possible. With a deep breath, she allowed the pleasure to flood over her. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she let the orgasm take over her whole body. She let out scream after scream as wave after wave overtook her. She began to cry from pleasure, then sobbed harder and harder as the orgasm took over every fiber of her being. He held her tightly as she wept into his chest until she fell into a deep sleep. He wrapped her up with the blanket and fell asleep with her in his arms.

  (Okay, maybe I do like to let you into intimate moments. But it’s on my terms, not yours. Author = Dominant. I’m the boss. I’m in charge. You’ll take what I give you.

  Chapter 2

  Maggie placed the platter of steaming garlic bread onto the middle of the table. “That’s everything! Please thank Bernie and Toni; they did all of the prep for the salad and bread. And Ginny, she decorated the dining room, and made her famous pies for dessert.” She winked at her daughter. “I can admit when I have been surpassed and her pies are now the best in the county.”

  Levi laughed. “The world, Mom. You trained her well and her pies are the best in the world.”

  “All right, fine, the world.” Maggie gave a fake grumpy face and then winked at her daughter again. “But seriously, this has been the easiest family dinner ever with all of the work that everyone put in. Drinks are on the sideboard. Parmesan is in three different spots on the table, so no one has to wait very long. Jacob, are you ready to pray for us?”

  The man at the head of the table smiled proudly at his wife and held out his hands. Everyone grabbed the hand of the person on either side of them and bowed their head as he offered up a simple prayer of thankfulness for the food and his family.

  Once he said “Amen,” Amelia immediately piped up, “I’m ready for Auntie G’s pie now! I don’t need la… la… lazogya.” Everyone laughed and Toni quietly told her how to pronounce it and let her know that she could have pie after dinner. Amelia grinned and nodded. “It was worth a try.” Everyone laughed at her again and started passing around the food.

  “Hey, Dad, you did a great job with the lights this year,” Judah said. “I love how you got every inch of the roof, and all of the windows. I expected you to ask us to help you do it tonight, but it looks amazing.”

  Jacob smiled, but shook his head. “It wasn’t me. I was going to thank Reuben and Dan.”

  They shook their heads confused. “No, it wasn’t us either, sir. We were out getting the bonfire supplies ready for tomorrow.”

  Everyone looked around the table as each of the Jackson siblings shook their heads. Saul, however was biting his lip and looking at his plate, and Maggie suddenly remembered something very important she needed to do in the kitchen and started walking quickly there.

  “Margaret Anne!” Jacob barked out.

  Maggie stopped instantly and all of her children’s eyes widened. They knew that tone, and it generally meant someone was able to meet a very sore ending.

  “Come here please.”

  She looked at him, pleading. “Couldn’t we discuss this later?”

  He raised one eyebrow and pointed to the floor by his chair. “Now.”

  She walked over to him, worrying her lip and staring intently at her toes. Whispering quietly when she got there, she said, “Yes, sir?”

  “Did you put the lights up yourself?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Maggie.”

  “I had a spotter. Saul held the ladder, so I wouldn’t fall. It wasn’t that big of a dea—”

  “Sit. Eat your dinner. We will discuss this after dessert.”

  “But, after dessert are the Christmas movies!” She dared to pout a little at him.

  “Wife…”

  “Yes, sir.” She sat quickly in her chair, face flaming, and started picking at her food.

  Everyone tried to eat their food as if nothing had just happened, but the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife.

  “Is Grandma gonna get a spankin’ for climbing a ladder, G-pa?”

  Toni tried to shush her, but Maggie started laughing. “D-don’t shush the child. She’s braver than all y’all. We all know what’s going to occur and it makes no sense to try to sugar coat it.” Looking at her granddaughter across the table she gave her a huge grin. “Grandma and G-pa are definitely going to have a talk about how unsafe it was for Grandma to try to do the lights on her own. These old bones aren’t what they used to be and I have big strong sons to help me. I should have waited.”

  “You can take my teddy if you want. Sometimes, when I get in trouble, I hold him super tight and then I can be brave.”

  Maggie blew a kiss at the little girl. “That would help me very much, thank you, Mia girl.”

  With the tension broken, the conversations started. A raucous debate broke out about which Christmas movie was the best, everyone having a different opinion. Except all of the girls, save Amelia, thought While You Were Sleeping was obviously the top pick. Amelia liked Rudolph, Dan liked A Christmas Story, Judah liked Frosty, Levi liked Miracle on 34th Street, Reuben liked Holiday Inn, and Jacob liked White Christmas. They decided they would have to watch all of the movies this weekend to truly decide.

  After everyone had gotten their fill of lasagna, as Maggie and Ginny brought out the ice cream and pies, Jacob loudly got everyone’s attention. “Okay, I wanted to go over the itinerary for the weekend. We want y’all to have a lot of free time to relax, read, hang out, play games, but we also planned some group activities. Meals are obviously together, well, breakfast and dinner. Mom will set out cold cuts and sandwich fixings for lunches, so those can be kind of a free for all. Tonight we are having the Christmas movies marathon. Although, it sounds like with the number of films y’all want to compare and contrast, that may take all weekend. Tomorrow, Reuben and Dan have set up sledding in the afternoon and a bonfire after dinner. T
hen, anyone who is inclined is invited to the midnight Christmas Eve service at Community. Dan, are you still offering to stay here with Amelia?” Dan nodded, he didn’t want to go to the service anyways and this was an easy way to get out of it. “Great. Christmas Day we will have brunch around eleven, I’ll read the nativity while everyone eats, and then we will do presents. I think everyone already chose names?”

  Amelia piped up. “I get to choose a new name? I want Sofia!”

  Everyone laughed.

  “No sweetie, I meant chose names for who they were buying a present for.”

  “Oh. But I got presents for everyone!”

  “That’s okay, sweetie, because I am pretty sure everyone got presents for you as well.”

  “Yay!” She stood up in her chair and shouted, but Judah quickly calmed her down.

  “I am glad for the enthusiasm. Okay, so after presents we will just have a quiet Christmas day. People can play with their new toys, nap, whatever. Maggie is fixing a huge dinner we will eat around four, there’re plenty of snacks for everyone to munch on in the meantime. Then, Monday I believe the ladies were going to go shopping and the fellas and Amelia were going to go for a ride out to the lake and see how frozen it is. Then that evening we were going to go to the mall for pizza and ice skating before everyone goes back to their own homes. Does that sound good?”

  “That sounds amazing, Pops. Thanks for putting all of this together for everyone. It’s like a mini-family reunion even though we see each other every Sunday. Hey, speaking of everyone, I just realized the twins never showed up. I heard they were going to be late, but this is ridiculous. Has anyone heard from them?” Levi asked.

  “Oh yes!” Maggie shouted from the kitchen as she walked in with the tubs of ice cream. “They called right before dinner and with all the hubbub I forgot. Apparently there was an emergency and they needed to go to Philadelphia for the holidays, but they’ll be back in time for New Year’s and promise to tell us all about it. Apparently, there is a girl involved? I really couldn’t get much out of them.”

  Philadelphia… That’s where Ashley is… I wonder… Bernie thought.

  “Seriously? That’s really whacked,” Dan started in. “Why would they pick a girl over us at Christmas? And why would both of them need to go? I realize they do everything together, but sharing a girl would be a little much, you know what I’m saying?”

  Jacob glared at him. “Maybe you should go get some more wood for the woodstove, son. We seem to be a little low.”

  Dan seemed to be about to argue, but thought better of it and huffed out of the house instead.

  Amelia took a bite of her pie and grinned. “This is the best, Auntie G!” then she looked worried. “Papa, it’s dark, does that mean I hafta go to bed and miss all the movies?” Her eyes filled with tears.

  “No, sweet girl. You can stay up at least for a little bit. Would anyone mind if we watched Rudolph and Frosty first?”

  Everyone agreed that was a great plan and Amelia clapped.

  After the girls cleared the table, and the guys did the dishes, everyone piled into the den where the woodstove was and Jacob had installed a projector and screen for nights just like this one.

  “Reuben, would you mind setting up the movie while Mom and I go have a chat? We’ll be back for most of it.”

  Reuben nodded. Toni and Bernie winced at Maggie sympathetically as Jacob led her from the room.

  With everyone safe in the den, and the movie blasting, Jacob and Maggie headed up to their third floor bedroom. It had originally been the attic, but early in their marriage Jacob had converted it into a suite. There was a bathroom, a sitting area, a large bedroom, and a small nursery for when their children had been small, so they could sleep close by as infants before moving to their own room just below. He had also put a lot of effort and money into soundproofing the room. They’d always had excellent monitors so they could hear what was going on in other parts of the house, but no sound made its way downstairs once the door was closed. Jacob not only closed, but also locked it.

  He pointed to a pretty rug at the corner of their bedroom. “You know what do, love. Obey promptly, please.”

  Maggie shivered a little. It had been years since he had made her kneel on that mat. She quickly moved to obey. Stripping off her dress, bra, and panties and neatly folding them onto the rocking chair, she went over to the pretty rug and turned it upside down. The bottom was covered in the spiky part of Velcro. She winced as she knelt down on it. Partially because of the spikes, but equally because her old bones didn’t bend like they used to and she wasn’t accustomed to this position any more. She placed her hands clasped behind her back and bowed her head with her eyes closed.

  She wondered how long he would make her remain here. But she had no fear, she trusted him. After thirty-five years of marriage this man knew her better than anyone else. And she knew he would be fair. He’d probably leave marks that would last through the holidays, but he would be fair. She knew that she was supposed to be thinking about the actions that had sent her here. He always lectured after corner time. It just hadn’t been kneeling on her mat corner time in a long time. Her mind was wandering a lot. She sighed and spoke softly, “Jacob, I’m having trouble with my focus.”

  He walked over and gently helped her stand. “Thank you for being honest. What do you need, love?”

  Swallowing, she looked into his eyes. “I need help. I need your help, my husband, my head, my leader. I need you to direct and guide me.”

  He smiled lovingly and proudly. “I’d be honored to help you, my love. Hands on the chair, please.” He pointed to the chair he had pulled away from the wall into the middle of the room.

  Maggie obeyed immediately. She stuck her bottom out as far as she could and waited for the strokes she had asked for.

  He pulled a long slender rod out from under the bed and Maggie’s stomach plummeted. She knew it was coming, she’d asked for it. But the hickory cane was her nemesis. She held very still as he laid four sharp lines down her ass. Her eyes welled with tears from the intense sting, but then he patted her back.

  “Will you be able to focus now, Maggie love?”

  She nodded and said, voice wavering, “Yes, thank you, sir,” and went back to kneel on the mat. Her bottom throbbed and, with the way she was to kneel, there was no way to avoid rubbing the welts with the backs of her calves and feet. She thought about how Jacob had told her she wasn’t to climb a ladder unless he was there, she thought about how he had reacted when she had just pulled out a stepstool last week to reach her baking supplies, she thought about the trip they had taken out to the woodshed behind the barn and how his strap had left her with no question on how he felt about her safety. She thought about how the doctor had told them last month that she was developing osteoporosis and that her bones were getting weaker and any falls were significantly more dangerous than they had ever been before. She thought about how deeply he loved her and cherished her and protected her. And she began to weep.

  She felt such sorrow and remorse at her actions. She had only wanted everything to be perfect for the children for Christmas, but she knew she had placed herself in harm’s way, that she could have been badly hurt. And she had not been allowing Jacob to take care of her, by trying to do the lights on her own. She felt his warm hand on her back.

  “Stand up please, Maggie girl.” She did and fell into his arms sobbing. “I’m so sorry, Jacob! I didn’t let you protect me. I didn’t let you take care of me. I tried to be in charge again. Oh please forgive me, love. Please!”

  He held her close and rocked her a little with his arms around her. “I fully forgive you, Maggie. Always. There’s no record here, right? But… love…” He touched her chin gently so she looked into his eyes. “You earned yourself a large chastisement, and it’s going to be hard for me to give and harder for you to bear. But it’s needed, and earned, correct?”

  She nodded. “Yes sir.”

  “All right then.” He led her over
to the chair, sat down, and pulled her over his knee. She grunted a little; she always felt dumb in this position because she was a very round matronly lady. He slapped her thigh sharply. “Don’t be thinking those mean thoughts about my wife, Margaret Anne. You’re here to get discipline for very poor, dangerous decision making, but don’t think for a minute I’m not as aroused by the sight of your naked ass as I was the day I first spanked you.”

  She grinned. He always made her feel desirable. It was a skill he’d had since day one, and had never let die. Sobering when she spied the collection of implements he had piled on the floor, though, she waited for the spanking to commence.

  He didn’t make her wait long. Bringing his hand down on her bottom, catching the weals left by the cane, he began to lecture methodically.

  “You know how I feel about you using ladders, you know what the doctor said about how careful we need to be with your bones, and you know how I feel about you spending extended time out there in the snow.”

  Maggie gasped. She had completely forgotten his decree that she stay inside when at all possible because of how prone she was to bronchitis. She hadn’t even worn a hat!

  “And yet, you still deliberately and defiantly chose to disobey and dismiss my directives didn’t you?”

  She groaned and tried not to wiggle as he lectured and brought his hand down hard with every alliteration. She had a love-hate relationship with his habit to fall into a specific cadence when she was going to receive an especially hard session of physical punishment. She loved it because it let her know what to expect, but she hated it because it meant he was just barely getting started. After decades of spanking, his hand didn’t affect her as much as it used to, but she could tell it was getting pretty warm back there.

  Then he reached down and picked up the bamboo spoon. She dug her toes into the carpet and clamped her mouth shut. That one stung like the dickens! Every time he laid down a stroke it felt like a hundred little bees were stinging her in that one spot. Someone had given it to them as a thirtieth wedding anniversary present, it came with a bowl and matching tongs. But Jacob had commandeered the stupid thing before their party was even over, when she had refused to let others serve her and tried to start running the show. She had learned that day her hatred of the implement. He only brought it out on serious occasions because any implement he overused quickly lost its power. Today he did not hold back. Laying at least twenty strokes of the spoon on her aching ass had her pounding the floor with her fists and kicking her legs. Even after three decades of spankings she couldn’t quite keep a hold on herself when it really hurt. And this really hurt – a lot.