by Maren Smith
“Christmas tree!” I gasp, as my mind finally catches up with what I’m seeing. Oh, and not just any Christmas tree; a big, beautiful, alive one in its own pot! I guess I was so distracted by the spicy sweet smell that I didn’t even noticed the bright, fresh aroma of this gorgeous fir tree filling up a good quarter of our front room.
“Oh Sir, it’s beautiful,” I breathe, taking in the soft white lights, the twinkling tinsel and all the old decorations that we haul down every year from the loft. He must have done it all when I was sleeping. We don’t usually get a tree until the second week of December.
“I know you like to decorate the tree with me,” says Will, stroking my hair back from my forehead, “So I’ve saved the star for the top. Would you like to put it on now, princess?”
Damn right, I would!
I nod and beam up at him. He squats down onto his haunches in front of me and I flip my legs over his shoulders, leaning forward. He stands up in one smooth movement and I squeal with delight, crouching slightly on his shoulders so that my head doesn’t brush the ceiling.
“Here you go, princess.” He hands the battered silver star up to me and then moves us as close to the Christmas tree as he possibly can.
I lean forward... forward... and then place the star onto the very top of the tree. “Done, Sir!” I announce triumphantly.
“Good girl.” He walks me back over to the sofa and then hunches down so that I can climb back into my cushiony nest. “Ready for your hot chocolate, now?”
I squeak and turn to look at the side table. In all the excitement of the Christmas tree and the star, I have forgotten all about that spicy sweet smell, but now I see our two biggest mugs filled to the brim with chocolatey goodness and marshmallows. I take a sip and groan with pleasure at the rich sweetness mixed with a potent hit of Christmassy cinnamon spice.
“You like that, little girl?” asks Will, settling down next to me on the sofa and reaching over for his own mug.
I make incoherent noises of bliss and he laughs, stopping only to kiss me hard on the forehead before taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.
The front room is so beautiful suffused with candlelight and the soft white lights on the Christmas tree and I am so warm on this sofa with this mug of delicious hot chocolate clasped in my hands that I feel a rush of festive joy more powerful than any I have ever felt before.
And this is coming from a girl who absolutely loves Christmas.
I finish my drink, place the empty mug back on the side table and then rest my head on Will’s shoulder. “You’re the best Sir in the world, Sir,” I murmur. “Thank you for my lovely surprise.”
“Glad you like it, princess,” he replies, leaning over me to replace his own empty mug. “Now, young lady, did you follow the rules while I was out?”
I don’t need to ask which rules. I look up into his eyes, hold his gaze for a moment and then nod.
“Good girl.”
My breath comes out as a soft whimper.
“Would you like to get up on Sir’s cock and make yourself come, princess?”
I feel a twinge between my legs that is almost painful. I swallow and then nod, my eyes wide and my heart rate speeding up again.
Will settles back on the sofa, never breaking eye contact, and unfastens his jeans. It only takes a little manoeuvring and then his cock is there: firm, hard, upright and just waiting for me.
My knickers were lost during my spanking earlier so all I need to do is hitch my skirt back up to my hips, position myself with one leg on either side of Will’s lap and then slowly...slowly...sink down. I watch his face as his cock is swallowed up in my tight, warm wetness. When his eyes press closed for a moment, the little groan he lets out makes my stomach clench with arousal.”
“You like that, Sir?”
“I do, princess. You’re a very good girl. Now you wriggle and rub your clit on me angel; make yourself feel good.”
I am only too happy to obey, bouncing and wriggling on Will’s cock until I find my perfect rhythm, grinding down so that my clit gets all the attention it needs and squeezing hard on Will’s cock inside me so that he feels good too.
Will grabs hold of my bottom cheeks and starts to move me with even more vigour and harshness... up and down... up and down...
I can still taste the spicy hot chocolate on my tongue, the fluffy reindeer blanket is brushing against my bare left thigh but the soft light of the candles and the Christmas tree are fading away into blackness as my focus narrows down to the building heat between my legs, to the beautiful friction against my clit and to Will’s strong hands squeezing my punished bottom.
“Please, Sir!” I gasp. “Please! Please, may I come?”
“You want to come, princess?” he demands through gritted teeth, staring at me hard in a way that makes it even more difficult for me to hold back.
“Yes, Sir! Please, please, please!”
He gives me a hard, strained smile. “Not yet, little girl.”
I cry out in dismay, deploying every reserve of willpower in my fight to stay on the brink.
“You just keep squeezing Sir’s cock, hard. Once I come, you can come too.”
With another desperate little cry, I increase the speed of my thrusts and squeeze down even harder around Will’s cock.
Oh, God, it’s so hard not to come!
“Please, Sir!” I wail, bouncing up and down on his cock with increasing speed and intensity.
“Nearly there,” he grinds out, his hands painfully tight on my bottom cheeks now and his cock seeming to become even harder and more powerful inside me.
“Oh, oh!” I cry as he lets out all his breath and I feel his hot seed spurting inside me. “Please! Please!”
“Come, now,” he demands, still gasping in the aftermath of his own climax, and now I’m screaming... screaming... my body bucking and shuddering, as a powerful orgasm rises up and spills over.
For several blinding moments, there is nothing; only blackness and a fierce and pulsating pleasure that goes on and on without end.
But slowly, gradually, the real world seeps back in.
I become aware again of the soft light of the candles and the fairy lights.
Will is stirring, his chest rising and falling with his own ragged breaths, and now he is smiling at me.
“How did you like your surprise, Mia?”
I giggle and gently pull away from his cock, collapsing down onto the sofa next to him and snuggling against his shoulder.
“Best. Surprise. Ever.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“ER, MIA? WHAT THE HELL are you doing?”
I pause halfway up the second floor staircase and press my eyes tight closed for a second. “Oh, hi, Will,” I say, making my voice as bright and unconcerned as possible. “I can’t really talk right now, so...”
“Have you carried that all the way up from the street?”
I sigh, lower the Christmas tree in its pot down onto the step at my feet and turn around. “I thought you were out of the office until 3pm?”
“Answer the question, Mia.”
Will has his arms folded and is leaning against a wall at the bottom of the stairs, casual as you like. His raised eyebrows, however, give the distinct impression that he is less than delighted by my efforts in the Christmas decorations department and that I will be answering for this at some unspecified time in the future.
“Well... yes, but this is the last staircase and then I’ll be back in the office and—”
“I thought I made it clear to you, young lady, that we were not going to be having a living Christmas tree in the office. I seem to remember telling you to buy an artificial one.”
I resist the urge to make a face at that ludicrous suggestion. “Well, yes, but as it’s here, now...”
Will straightens up and makes his way up the stairs toward me. “So,” he says, once he’s near enough to speak softly, “You decided to wait until I was out of the way, wilfully disobey my instructions and then...what?
Hope that I wouldn’t notice?”
The branches of the mini living Christmas tree are digging into my hip a little and I shift on the step to try and escape them. “No, I... I thought you would notice.”
Will pauses on the step two below mine and we are now eye-to-eye. He puts his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers and tilts his head to one side. “I see. So you thought it would be worth a punishment to have your own way, did you little girl?”
I shiver and clench my thighs together, remembering the threat of the belt. “I wasn’t bratting, Sir,” I blurt out at once. “None of the others know you forbade me.”
“Hmm.” He is still standing there two steps down, giving me that stern look of his, and seems utterly unimpressed.
“I... I just...” But it’s no use. I allow my head to drop to my chest. “I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.”
“No, you shouldn’t, young lady,” he agrees in a firm and disapproving voice. “Now I’m going to carry this tree the rest of the way—it’s frankly a miracle you managed to get it this far without breaking your neck—and you are going to go and stand in your corner in my office.”
“But—”
“Now, Mia!”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.” Once I’ve edged my way around the Christmas tree, I hurry up the remaining stairs and try my best not to catch anyone’s eye as I enter our office space.
“Oh, hey Mia,” calls Danny from the photocopier, “I’ve finished our Christmas party playlist—wanna come see?”
Well yes, of course I do, but I’m not allowed right now!
“Oh hey, that sounds great but um...I’m a bit busy just now so I’ll come see it later, okay?” I reply, without giving him proper eye contact and carry on through to Will’s private office. I’m using fast strides which I’m hoping give off the vibe of ‘high-powered-businesswoman-in-a-hurry’, as opposed to naughty submissive about to receive her comeuppance, but I’m not entirely sure I manage to pull it off.
By the time I have my nose in the corner, I can hear from the commotion back in the main office space that Will must have arrived with the tree. Ugh, it’s so unfair that I can’t be out there deciding where it should go!
After a minute or so of excited chattering, the strains of a familiar Christmas song start up and I realise that Danny must be playing his Christmas play list while everyone else starts decorating my tree.
My mouth falls open in outrage. This is not ok! How can Will make me stay in his office while everyone else gets to have Christmassy fun?
The door swings open then and Will walks in, barely glancing at me in the corner.
I stay still waiting for his approach... but then, to my confusion, I hear him begin to type. Wait—what? Has he forgotten I’m here or something?
After a good two minutes of being ignored, I turn a little and whisper. “Sir, can I go and help with the decorating?”
“Nose. In. The. Corner,” he orders in a low but firm voice. “And if you dare speak out of turn again, I’ll leave you standing there for the rest of the working day.”
I gasp and obey at once, dropping my head a little once I am back in position. So this is my punishment then? To have to stand here and listen while all my colleagues get to experience the fun and excitement of decorating our office Christmas tree?
Oh God, I would prefer ten spankings to this! How could he be so mean?
From what I can hear, Danny’s playlist is pretty good. That’s something at least. I try not to feel too sorry for myself when I hear them laughing or ‘ooh-ing’ in the other room, but it’s a fight I’m not going to win. I’m so tempted to beg Will for a reprieve but the thought of having to stand in the corner for at least two hours for speaking out of turn is enough to make me hold my tongue.
After what feels like a good half an hour, the noise from the main office dies down, and I am forced to conclude that the tree is now decorated, and any hope I may have had of being involved has gone.
Ouch.
I hear the creak of Will’s office chair and then his footsteps as he approaches the corner.
“Do you see what happens when you disobey me, little girl?” he says in a low voice, resting his hands on either side of my waist and stepping in close behind me. “No fun for you.”
I squeeze my eyes tight closed and let out a plaintive whimper.
“What do you say to me, Mia?”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, keeping my eyes closed and feeling his breath on the back of my neck.
Will turns me around and draws me into his arms, wrapping me up tight and kissing me hard on the top of my head. “Good girl,” he murmurs into my hair. “I know that was hard, princess.”
I bury my face in his shoulder and lose myself in the comfort of being held so tightly—almost painfully tightly—by my beloved Sir. His arms are so warm and strong, and the coarse woollen texture of this dark grey winter top he’s wearing feels so nice pressed into my cheek. My arms are pinned between our bodies but I don’t mind. I feel small and protected and...overpowered. After all that frustrating alone time in the corner, this is just what I need.
“Sir?” I whisper, my voice muffled against his shoulder.
“Yes, princess?”
“I don’t think I can go back to my desk just yet. I don’t think I can be... normal right now.”
Will relaxes his arms around me a little and then begins to stroke my hair and my back. “I know, sweetie. Don’t worry, I picked up your laptop on my way in and told the others you’ll be working in here with me for the rest of the day.”
I sigh into his shoulder and breathe in his scent: that warm, comforting Will-scent that tells me I am safe and loved and wanted. The smell of home.
“I love you, Sir.”
He leans down and kisses me on the top of the head again. “I love you too princess. Now come and sit at my desk with me and let’s see if you’re capable of getting any work done today.”
I giggle as he releases me from his bruising hug, takes my hand and leads me over to the spare chair at his desk. “I think you might be disappointed, Sir.”
“With my little girl?” He raises my hand, kisses it and gives me a big smile. “Never.”
CHAPTER SIX
“OKAY, GUYS, OUR INAUGURAL Christmas Party is here! This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill!”
“Mate, it isn’t even starting for another hour!” complains Danny, who—to be fair to him—is currently lugging a really heavy box of Prosecco bottles across the room.
“Yes but work has now finished,” I counter, clearing a space on the drinks table for Danny’s delivery.
“You haven’t been doing any actual work for hours!” he points out, as he lowers the box down onto the table with a groan.
“What do you call this,” I turn on the spot, indicating the reindeer bunting encircling the whole room, the Christmas stars and snowflakes hanging from the ceiling, the slightly-neatened-up Christmas tree (what? Will never said I couldn’t...) and my desk covered in festive table decorations just waiting to be deployed, “if not work?”
Danny rolls his eyes at me. “Okay, sure. So, this is the last of the drinks, yeah?”
Annie looks around from behind her laptop and laughs. “You’re kidding, right? Danny, we haven’t even started on the festive cocktail ingredients!”
Before Danny can do more than open his mouth in outrage, Felicia strides into the office. She disappeared at least half an hour ago carrying what looked like an overnight bag in the direction of the ladies’ toilets and, in that short time, a complete transformation has occurred.
“Oh my God, Felicia!” I squeal, jumping up and down on the spot.
She drops her bag and holds out her arms, looking down at herself. “You like it?”
Like is not a strong enough word. Felicia is wearing the most beautiful red dress I’ve ever seen; a vintage-style frock made out of a heavy, velvety fabric that sweeps and whispers around her calves when she walks. She has curle
d her shiny dark hair into victory rolls and fixed them up with a fascinator made of holly sprigs and mistletoe. Her make up is flawless; full red lips, just a hint of blush and a modest amount of glitter around her eyes. Her shoes are somewhere between Dorothy’s ruby slippers and stripper heels.
In the face of my open-mouthed adoration, Felicia gives an awkward shrug. “What? You said to dress Christmassy.”
“I... I did say that, didn’t I?” I murmur, walking sideways toward Annie’s desk without taking my eyes off the vision that is Festive Felicia. “Annie?” I whisper once I’m close enough. “What are you wearing tonight?”
“Jeans and a Christmas jumper,” she whispers back.
“Oh, thank God—me too!”
I set Felicia the task of taking care of the music and mood lighting as she’s far too made up for heavy lifting or anything involving food. Annie closes down her computer and sees to the food, whilst Danny carries on bringing through the drinks and I start rearranging the desks and chairs. This would all be a lot easier if Jason and Will would come out and help us, but they’re locked up in a boring HR meeting together in Will’s office and the chances of coaxing them out before the official party start time are slim.
“What the hell is this?” Danny makes a moue of distaste as he plonks a bottle of thick yellow liquid down onto the drinks table.
I laugh. “Have you honestly never seen Advocaat before? Aww, I keep forgetting how young you are...”
“Mate, we’re practically the same age!”
“It’s a liqueur made from eggs, brandy and sugar,” I say, ignoring his reply. “It’s really nice. I’m going to use it to make snowballs. Want to try one?”
“Ooh, what are we trying?” asks Annie, depositing a tray of mince pies on the food table.
“I’m introducing young Daniel here to snowballs,” I say, grabbing hold of a bottle of lemonade and grinning at her.
