“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I know I’ve behaved like a spoiled brat since we were married. I swear I’ll try harder to be good,” she promised sincerely.
“Good girl,” he responded, rubbing her bottom gently. I was going to give you a bedtime spanking with the hairbrush, but I think my hand will be sufficient,” he told her. She squirmed uncomfortably as he once more eased the butt plug into her bottom before cracking his hand down firmly on her right butt cheek.
Chloe whimpered, squirmed and kicked her legs as he once more spanked her, but she had to admit it wasn’t as hard as her earlier spankings and she was unsure why she was making such a fuss. As she calmed down and tried to lie still across his lap, jumping slightly each time his hard hand stung her bottom, she was thankful when he finally stopped and lifted her to her feet, pulling up her panties and fastening the drop seat in her pajamas.
Pulling back the covers, he helped her into bed, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.
“Chloe, I love you,” he told her, smiling down at her, “but I need you to start behaving like the grown woman that you are.”
Chloe nodded. “I love you too,” she whispered. “Truly I do”.
Matthew nodded and kissed her. “Goodnight, Chloe,” he said, walking towards the door and turning out the light.
“Matthew?” she cried out, and he was back at her side immediately.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.
Chloe blushed, feeling foolish. “Please will you hold me, just for a little while,” she begged. “I don’t want to cry in the dark on my own, wondering if you’re still cross with me.”
Matthew sighed and walked round to the other side of the bed, climbing in beside her. “Chloe, you’re supposed to be left alone with your thoughts after a well-deserved punishment so you can reflect on your behaviour,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close as her sobbing became more frantic. He tenderly kissed her head and whispered soothingly to her.
“Calm down, I promise I won’t leave you,” he told her, holding her close and rocking her in his arms. “It’s all over now,” he whispered. “I know it hurts, but hopefully you’ll think twice in future before behaving so badly.”
Chloe shook her head. “Yes, it hurts, but that isn’t why I’m sad,” she explained between sobs. “I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” she whimpered, gripping him tighter.
“Shhhhhhhhh, sweetheart, that will never happen. When you’re naughty I’ll smack your bottom, and if you’re very naughty there’ll be other punishments,” he told her, pressing against the base of the butt plug inside her bottom. Chloe blushed and squirmed against the object firmly lodged inside her bottom. She hoped he would take it out soon.
“Come on,” he urged her, pulling her into his arms, “go to sleep or I’ll take you across my knee again.”
Chloe rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. She felt his hard cock pressing against her once more and she reached down between his legs and caressed his crotch. Matthew moaned in response and rolled onto his back.
Throwing back the covers, she knelt between his legs and unzipped his trousers, releasing his rock hard cock. She stroked it gently and kissed the tip, smiling as Matthew groaned appreciatively. Leaning forward, she tentatively took it in her mouth and sucked gently. She had always denied Matthew oral sex, claiming it was “dirty”, but she had a desperate need to do something for him to show him how sorry she was and how much she loved him.
She quickly warmed to her task and found it was not as unpleasant as she had imagined. She felt a strange satisfaction, as Matthew’s cock grew even bigger in her mouth and hands as she stimulated the shaft with a vigorous up and down motion of her hand, as she sucked the engorged head as if her very life depended on it.
As Matthew thrust insistently into her mouth, she gripped the base of his cock and twirled her tongue around his hard shaft as he fucked her mouth. She sucked desperately as he approached orgasm, and she felt a real sense of pride when his body jerked and he filled her mouth with his seed.
As she kissed and caressed his now flaccid cock, she moved up the bed and lay beside him. “I love you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t bought you anything for Christmas. I was selfish, but I swear I’ll take you out and buy you whatever you want on Boxing Day. Can you ever forgive me?” she asked tearfully.
Matthew smiled as he kissed her lips softly. “Chloe, I love you too, and you’ve just given me the best Christmas present I could have asked for,” he said, kissing her once more before climbing out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked, as she reached out for him.
“I’m going to get undressed, lock up and come to bed,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek before leaving their room.
* * * * *
When Matthew returned a few minutes later, he smiled when he saw that Chloe was sleeping soundly. He climbed into bed beside her and held her close.
He had felt some regrets about having to punish her so hard, but he felt he needed to nip her bad behaviour in the bud now, before it threatened to ruin their marriage. He had been concerned it might drive a rift between them, but recalling the fantastic blowjob he had just had, he grinned as he wondered if he should in fact punish her more often.
Smiling, he pulled her closer and rubbed her bottom gently, laughing quietly as he recalled her telling him that she’d already been spanked by Santa. A likely story, he thought, as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his arm draped possessively around his sleeping wife’s waist.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, Chloe woke early and smiled as Matthew’s arm was wrapped around her, holding her close. She squirmed as she became immediately aware of the butt plug still lodged inside her bottom.
“Matthew,” she whispered, trying to gently rouse him. She wriggled around in bed until she managed to turn herself over to face him. She kissed him softly on the lips and his eyes blinked a few times before he opened them fully.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, “Merry Christmas,” he added as he gathered his arms around her. Chloe returned his kiss. “Merry Christmas,” she smiled.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, leaning back and looking at her intently.
Chloe pouted. “My bottom’s still sore, and that thing you’ve put in it is uncomfortable,” she complained.
Matthew beamed brightly, shuffling himself up into a sitting position and guiding her across his lap.
“No more spanking, Matthew,” she squealed. “Please! I’m sore”.
Grinning, Matthew smacked his hand down gently on her upturned bottom. “What have I told you to call me when you’re being punished, young lady?” he asked her, mock sternly, smacking his hand down once more.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she squealed, kicking her legs in an over-exaggerated manner as she giggled. This spanking was fun, it didn’t hurt at all, and she hoped that if she was a good girl she might get more spankings like this. She was relieved when he opened the seat of her pajamas, pulled her panties down and pulled the plug out, but her eyes widened as he pushed his finger into her bottom once more. “Come on then,” he said, removing his finger and spanking her bottom a little sharper. “Let’s see if Santa’s been to see us,” he smiled, jumping out of bed, taking her hand and leading her down the stairs.
Chloe’s eyes lit up once more at the sight of all the presents around the tree. She bitterly regretted that she hadn’t got anything for Matthew and vowed she would make it up to him. Taking his hand, she looked into his eyes.
“Matthew, I’m so sorry I haven’t got you anything,” she said. “I was selfish and I don’t deserve you. Maybe I shouldn’t open my presents until I’ve got you something to open too,” she said sadly.
Matthew laughed and leaned around the back of the huge Christmas tree. “You didn’t do a very good job of hiding these,” he told her. “I saw them when
I got home last night,” he added, sitting down beside her and taking her hand.
“I have to be honest with you,” he said, squeezing her hand gently. “I would have been upset if you’d yet again bought me nothing,” he told her, stroking her cheek as she blushed with shame. “It isn’t about the money, it’s about showing someone that you care about them and put some thought into their gifts.” He lifted her hand and kissing the back of it.
Chloe stared open-mouthed at the red sack, with ‘MATTHEW’ printed on the front in huge black letters. She watched in silence as he tipped the contents onto the floor and she counted out ten presents. Chloe gasped as she realised these were the presents Santa had “sold” to her and she watched in stunned silence as he opened them, covering her in kisses as he thanked her for each gift. She shook her head and blinked, realising that her visit from Santa must have been real.
Seeing the delight on Matthew’s face, she didn’t want to burst his bubble and tell him that she had in fact been selfish once more, besides which he would never believe her, not in a million years. So she smiled brightly and started to open her own gifts, her concerns fading as she hugged and kissed Matthew and thanked him for spoiling her.
As she opened the final box and found a new hairdryer, and noted that it was probably the best that money could buy, she wrapped her arms around him. “I don’t deserve you,” she told him, looking into his eyes. “I certainly don’t deserve this,” she added, holding up the expensive hairdryer.
“I think you had the right idea last night,” she blushed, lowering her head as she recalled the humiliating punishment he had given her. “That’s all I deserved for Christmas,” she told him, “for being so incredibly selfish and spoiled”.
“Hush,” Matthew told her, kissing her softly on the lips before gathering together all the shredded paper. As he went to drop it into the sack his gifts had been in, he peered into the bag and frowned, before dropping the torn paper onto the floor. He reached into the bag, lifted out another box and looked at Chloe.
“How did I miss this one?” he said, removing a fairly large box.
Chloe frowned, wondering if it contained the paddle, which she had been delighted to see was missing from his pile of gifts. She looked at it, frowning, as the box was too big to contain just a paddle. She wondered what else was in there and she watched in bewilderment as Matthew attempted to prise the lid off. Shaking his head, he looked at her.
“Chloe, why can’t I get into this?” he asked, bemused.
Chloe turned the box over in her hands and her eyes were drawn to a large label on the base of the box, which she turned to show Matthew.
“Please do not open until Christmas night,” he read out loud.
Grinning he put the box aside and kissed her. “I can hardly wait,” he said, with a wicked grin on his face. “I hope there’s some sexy underwear in there,” he told her, pulling her close and kissing her again. Chloe smiled and returned his kiss, glancing sideways at the box and wondering what on earth was inside. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that the paddle was in there, but she was very curious to find out what else it might contain. “You’ll have to wait and see,” she smiled secretively, realising that the contents of the box were going to be as much of a surprise to her as they would be to Matthew.
Putting the box aside, Matthew reminded her they were going to have Christmas dinner with her father and stepmother and they needed to get ready. She rolled her eyes dramatically, wishing she didn’t have to spend time with that woman, but she immediately recalled Santa’s words and frowned, wondering if her behaviour towards her stepmother did indeed upset her father. She guessed the woman had only ever been kind to her, but when she came into their lives Chloe had felt threatened and dealt with her the only way she could, and the habit had stuck.
She clung to Matthew’s hand tightly as he led her up the stairs to get ready.
“Matthew, I am going to change, I promise. I’m going to stop being so selfish, but I’m afraid I haven’t bought gifts for Dad and Mary,” she said with dismay.
Matthew smiled and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, I got them something,” he said, taking a couple of gift bags loaded with presents from his wardrobe and handing them to her. “I knew you’d forget,” he said, smiling kindly as she lowered her head in shame.
“Don’t make excuses for me,” she said, taking his hand. “I didn’t forget, I just didn’t bother, because I truly am selfish,” she sighed. Matthew shook his head and kissed her, as she promised him sincerely that things really were about to change.
* * * * *
The four of them spent a lovely Christmas Day together, though Chloe was a little quiet. After lunch they sat down to exchange gifts. Generally Chloe would grab her gifts and tear them open, then leave the others to get on with opening their gifts, totally uninterested in anyone else.
As her father handed a huge bag of presents to her, Chloe stopped him and instead handed a bag of gifts to him. She kissed him on the cheek and smiled. “Dad, I’m sorry about my behaviour yesterday,” she said, “but can I just ask you something?”
Her father smiled at her and nodded.
“Did you come to see me last night, dressed as Santa?” she asked, blushing as she lowered her head. The question seemed ridiculous, but she had to know.
“No Chloe, I didn’t,” he responded, looking at her with concern, his brow furrowed.
“I took Mary to a Christmas carol service,” he explained. “Matthew came with us,” he added, as he looked towards Matthew.
Matthew nodded. “I’ve already told her that,” he laughed. “She thinks Father Christmas came to visit, and he left just before I arrived home,” he said.
“Matthew, if it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me, who on earth was it?” Jake asked with concern.
Matthew shook his head and smiled. “She’d been dreaming,” he told his father-in-law, as he sat beside Chloe and squeezed her hand. “As I got home, she’d just got out of bed and was looking for Father Christmas. There was no-one in the house, the doors were locked and although she claimed he’d just paddled her bottom, there wasn’t a mark on her,” he grinned, laughing as Chloe blushed.
“It seemed so real,” she pouted, recalling Matthew’s Christmas presents and knowing she had not bought them.
“Maybe he got into your dreams and gave you a warning,” her father joked, and Matthew laughed along with him.
“Leave her alone,” Mary interjected, putting her arm around her stepdaughter, jumping to her defence once more. Chloe looked up at her and her eyes filled with tears. Mary had been with her father for twelve years and Chloe had never really given her a chance. She tried to be civil to her for her father’s sake, but despite the woman having the patience of a saint and always being nice to her, sticking up for her when her father and husband teased her relentlessly, she was still hostile towards the woman who had been more of a mother to her than her biological mother had ever been. Chloe’s mother had left when she was a baby, and her father had brought her up on his own, until he met Mary when Chloe was seven years old.
Chloe glanced down at the woman’s ring finger and saw the beautiful engagement ring her father had given her a few years earlier. Chloe had thrown a tantrum, claiming he was trying to replace her mother. Mary had told Chloe’s father that although she would stay with him, she would not marry him without his daughter’s blessing. Chloe blushed as she recalled how she told her at the time that it would be a cold day in Hell when that happened.
“Chloe, what on earth’s the matter?” asked Mary, brushing away a tear from her stepdaughter’s cheek. Chloe dropped to her knees and grasped Mary’s hand. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, dropping her head into her lap and crying as Mary stroked her hair gently and whispered words of comfort to her, in a way that only a mother could.
Chloe clutched Mary’s hand tightly, finding comfort in her stepmother’s kind words and actions. Wanting this moment to last for as long as possible, Chloe remained w
here she was, her eyes closed as she savoured her stepmother’s gentle kisses to the top of her head, and her hand gently stroking her hair as her other hand clasped Chloe’s tightly.
When Chloe was finally calm, she raised her head and looked at her father and husband, their faces etched with concern. She smiled at them as she brushed away her tears and turned towards Mary. “I’ve never given you a chance,” she whispered, gripping her hand tightly as she glanced up at her. Mary shook her head.
“It doesn’t matter, Chloe,” she smiled. “It had been you and your father for so long. I know you felt I was stealing some of your father’s love from you. I could see that’s how you saw things, and I couldn’t blame you.”
“But it does matter,” Chloe replied, feeling shame wash over her at the recollection of her appalling behaviour over the years. “You’ve been like a mother to me, in fact you’re the only mother I’ve ever known, but I treat you like dirt,” she said, her cheeks burning with shame.
“You once said you wouldn’t marry my father without my blessing,” she added, looking into Mary’s emerald green eyes, which glinted with tears as she listened to Chloe. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a little bitch,” she apologised. “I haven’t made things easy for you, but you have my blessing now.”
Mary smiled at her. “Thank you, Chloe. I told your father you’d come round eventually, maybe once you found your own true love,” she smiled, glancing across at Matthew. “This is the best Christmas present ever, thank you.” Mary smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she reached across and grasped Jake’s hand tightly. Chloe chewed her lip anxiously as tears rolled down her father’s cheeks.
“Chloe, I might be asking too much too soon, but would you consider being my maid of honour?” Mary asked. She lowered her eyes as Chloe glanced up at her, chewing her lower lip. Chloe leaned forward, took a deep breath and kissed Mary’s cheek gently. “I’d be honoured to…Mum,” she said, gasping as Mary wrapped her arms around her and started to cry.
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