by Maren Smith
"I can think of a few places I'd like to see those on you." Jason brushed his fingers over Michael's hard nipples as they pushed out the reindeer noses on his shirt.
"Sir." Michael sighed and then giggled when he reached into his stocking to pull out two Pez dispensers, both from the new line of Emoji dispensers.
"I think this new g-string will look good on you, don't you?" With one large hand, Jason cupped Michael's cock through their slight covering of sleep shirt.
Michael pressed his cheek against Jason's shoulder. "Love you, Sir."
"Love you, good boy." He kissed Michael's forehead. "You can pile the new toys on your nightstand for the night, take them from their packages, wash them, and put them away in the morning. Did you make sure to get all your candies out?"
Jamming his hand into his stocking again, Michael felt around again. I almost missed the truffles. He closed his fingers around what felt like two foil-wrapped truffles. "One tonight, Sir?" he begged hopefully.
"One tonight," Jason agreed.
Michael tore into the wrapped chocolate. Using one tooth to pierce the hard, light brown shell, he reached into the truffle with his tongue. Caramel and flaked coconut swam across his taste buds. The heat and pleasure traveled through his body as he leaned against Jason's arm. "Love you, Sir," he mumbled through a mouth full of chocolate.
"Love you, sweet." Jason reached into his stocking, deep black covered with white Halloween skulls. "This year's dom bear. He's great." He placed the short stuffed bear dressed in perfect, miniature leather regalia on their headboard in the empty spot beside last year's bear. "And a bag of saltwater taffy. I'm so glad none of my medicines place these on the forbidden list, even if I have to exercise restraint and only eat a few a day."
Licking his lips to remove the last bits of melted chocolate, Michael wrapped an arm around Jason's waist.
"And you found another copy of my favorite slapper! What a good boy." Jason tapped the end of the leather stick, the rounded rubber pieces making a gentle sound.
"My favorite too, Master," Michael purred.
"Ha, fun socks. I love them, little one." Jason grinned at the bright red crew socks with sprigs of holly leaves embroidered on them. "It is quite fun wearing what no one would expect in my combat boots."
"That's part of why I love you, Sir." Michael lifted the toe of Jason's stocking.
Jason snorted. "Helping?"
"Of course helping. I always love helping." Michael giggled.
"What else did you get me? A box of Walker's shortbread. Chestnuts." Jason shook a finger at Michael. "Again? Be glad these aren't anal safe." He hugged his boy hard. "My boy, my love."
"I'm glad you're pleased, Sir."
"The hot chocolate should be cool enough to drink now." Jason grabbed Michael's Woodstock mug. With his other hand, he collected a bit of whipped cream and spread it across his lips.
"Please, Sir?" Michael wetted his lips.
"Yes, love." Jason tilted his head to receive Michael's lick and kiss. After giving his boy his mug, he asked, "So what else beside turkey and two types of cookies are you planning on for tomorrow?"
"Pretty much just traditional dishes, Sir, and traditional recipes. I didn't manage to test out any new recipes leading up to Christmas and I still remember the Christmas night that you punished me for melting down when I picked too many new recipes."
"I'm glad you learned." Jason drank his hot chocolate. "Are you cooking the stuffing in the turkey or separately?"
"I'm doing both, Sir. Do you remember the first time Yue Yan had stuffing the way my mom taught me to make it?"
Jason chuckled. "True. No such thing as too much stuffing if Yue's invited."
"Along with the cookies, I decided on cherry and apple pies, frozen since they're just as good, Sir, and would add a crazy amount of stress if I made them from scratch."
"Good boy." Jason kissed Michael's forehead. "Your planning sounds very levelheaded. I think I might even be merciful and leave you unplugged as you cook."
"Thanks, Sir." Michael dropped his gaze into his mug. Why is my hard on coming back so fast?
"Enjoy your chocolate, little boy. You should be going to sleep soon."
"Yes, Sir." Michael pressed his lips together. "Um, yes, Daddy."
"That's good." Jason dropped several marshmallows into Michael's drink. "Eighteen marshmallows for our wonderful eighteen years together."
"Thanks, Daddy." Michael's next drink was almost half partially melted marshmallow. The hot sweetness swirled down his throat when he swallowed. His cock jumped.
"Finish your drink, little one."
Michael pushed his toes into the carpet beside their bed. "Yes, Daddy."
Jason chugged the rest of his drink and took his mug to their kitchen.
Ageplay now? I guess, since he's tucking me in and I'm not so wound that I require a high level of impact play. We don't often do it so maybe it's a case of "works better with just you." Michael enjoyed another drink of his hot chocolate, holding the marshmallows in his mouth a long moment before swallowing them as well.
Chaos, his fantail goldfish, popped out of his castle and pushed up at the water's surface.
"You haven't gotten your flakes yet!" Michael finished his drink and placed it on Jason's nightstand before walking to their main dresser. "Here you are." He sprinkled a few food flakes for Chaos before returning to the bed. I wasn't ordered to a position. Okay, relax for Daddy. Pulling up his long legs onto the bed, he pushed his feet under the covers.
"Look at you, so cute," Jason cooed as he walked back into the room. "I see you finished your chocolate like a big boy."
What age? A specific age? Michael pressed his fingers into his thighs to quell his rush of panic.
Jason ruffled Michael's hair. "Turn onto your stomach, your head on the pillow you want to go nighty night with."
"Yes, Daddy." Michael pulled his shirt tight against him so it wouldn't twist as he rolled onto his stomach. Resting his face in the big, fluffy white pillow there, he breathed slowly as he waited for what Jason would do next.
"Now, now, you should relax your hands for Daddy." Jason traced his finger over Michael's naked butt cheeks.
Michael let go of his shirt and pushed his hands under the pillow.
"Good boy." Jason's finger moved down to Michael's thighs.
Hm, not sure I like ageplay so much. Michael clutched the pillow.
"There you are. Relax your shoulders. Is the ageplay making you uncomfortable?"
"Yes... yes, yellow, um, Daddy."
"Sh," Jason soothed as he grabbed Michael's butt with both hands. "You're my good little boy, littler than me anyhow. Keep calling me Daddy because it pleases me."
"Yes, Daddy." Michael groaned into the pillow when Jason's fingers pushed his butt cheeks apart so cool air passed over his bottom hole.
"I could never get tired of looking at this part of you. Such a sad thing, the taboo against looking at, touching, kissing, licking this beautiful hole." Jason brushed the tip of his finger over Michael's asshole.
"Daddy, please," Michael whimpered.
"Please what?"
Michael turned his head so his mouth wasn't pushed into the pillow. "Need... something... in me... please. Daddy. Please."
"Are you a greedy little boy?" Jason taunted.
"Yes, your greedy boy, Daddy." Michael tightened his hips so he wouldn't push back on Jason's finger.
"Will you be able to come just from me filling your hole?"
"Yes, Daddy." He relaxed his hips and rubbed against the smooth flannel sheet. He groaned when Jason's finger returned to his hole, wet with something.
"If you can come just with my finger, you'll get to enjoy the coconut oil laced with peppermint oil."
"Please, yes, Daddy." Michael pressed his lower belly into the bed as he lifted his ass just slightly. "Yes," he hissed as Jason's thick finger penetrated him. He held the pillow tighter as his Daddy pushed a second finger into him.
"Tell me when you're ready to come, little boy."
"Yes, Daddy." Michael's breath caught in his throat when Jason's fingers found his prostate and lingered there. No, I don't need to pee. Go away. He pushed against Daddy's fingers. "Feels so good, Daddy." His eyelids fluttered with pleasure. "Sir. Daddy. Uh."
"Words, my boy. You can't just say Daddy and expect me to know how close you are to coming," Jason scolded. He eased his fingers out of Michael; a moment later, they slid back in, more slippery than they had been.
Michael pushed his toes into the bed. "Fuck!" he shouted as his balls tightened. Rubber pieces slapped together before the sting from Jason's new toy spread across his left butt cheek. "Sorry, Daddy."
"No more naughty words or you won't get to feel good before sleep," Jason growled.
"Yes, I'll be good, Daddy." Michael let his face fall back on the pillow as Jason's fingers began to brush against his prostate again. He basked in the deep rubbing for long moments before turning his head. "Please, Daddy, do I have to beg?"
"Tell me what you're asking?" Jason coaxed.
"I'm feeling ready to do that thing you called coming, Daddy."
"Good boy for telling Daddy. No begging. That's what I wanted. Yes, you'll come, good boy. You'll be all sticky. Be a good boy and thank me."
"Yes, yes, Daddy." Michael pulled his right arm out from under the pillow and hugged it tight. "Oh! Yes!" Tapping, harder. "Unh!"
"More?" Jason pushed a third finger into Michael.
"Yes, yes. Like that. Yes, Daddy. Thanks. Um, thanks, Daddy. Coming, Daddy." Michael's feet twisted together in his orgasm. First warmth and then stickiness filled his senses as his cum pooled around his cock and balls between the sheets. "Thanks, Daddy!"
Jason pumped his fingers into Michael's ass three more times before letting them slide out of Michael and down his thighs.
"Thanks, Daddy," Michael groaned.
"You'll sleep in your cum tonight. Tomorrow as soon as you wake, you'll change our bedding."
"Yes, thanks, Sir." This may be difficult. Michael relaxed his hold on the pillow as Jason pulled the comforter up to his neck.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes, thanks, Master."
"Tease." Jason dropped soft kisses on Michael's forehead, nose, and finally his lips. "Sleep good, my little boy."
Michael giggled. "Yes, Daddy. Love you, Sir. Happy anniversary. Merry Christmas."
"Love you and all your wonderful wishes."
Shuddering against the bed, Michael closed his eyes and relaxed into the warm wetness and swaddling when Jason turned off their light. "Merry Christmas, Chaos." And a happy New Year to my family.
The End
JOELLE CASTEEL
Joelle Casteel is a writer who lives and writes outside the mainstream. A lifestyle submissive, she lives with her Master, adult daughter, and a brat cat named Donut, who looks away when she uses ASL to sign "Bitch Cat." With the exception of her Master, her world is peopled by those who experience their gender and sexual attractions differently than the mainstream. Disability means she often finishes novels slower than others so you need to check back on her website to see what she's doing now; being Autistic, she does best with the written word to keep touch with others.
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CHRISTMAS WITH A LITTLE TWIST
Shelly Douglas
“It’s not my business,” Scrooge returned. “It’s enough for a man to understand his own business and not to interfere with other people’s. Mine occupies me constantly.” ― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
CHAPTER ONE
TWO DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING in Tucson, Arizona:
“Good morning, sunshine,” Pete whispered, hugging Sammie from behind, his morning wood nestled in between her cheeks.
“Mmm. Morning, cowboy. What’s up? Like I don’t know already.”
“Besides the obvious, my brother called last night before we went to bed, and he’s concerned about Jessie.”
She turned her body toward him and slowly traced the dark stubble on his cleft chin with her fingertip. “Could you be more specific, please?”
“Since your sister found out she’s pregnant, he hasn’t been treating her like she’s his little girl.”
“I know, and Jessie has been missing it terribly. She loves his dominance, but things seem to have shifted in another direction since her positive pregnancy test.”
“They can resume all their kinky activity after the baby’s born. I think it’s a small price to pay, but that’s easy for me to say—I’m not walking in their boots.”
She nestled her face into the crease of his warm neck, the scent of his pheromones charging her emotions. “What I wouldn’t do to be carrying your baby right now.”
“You need to relax, kitten. You heard the doctor. He thinks we might be trying too hard. And by the way, I love having you all to myself right now,” he said in a buttery voice while rolling Sammie onto her tummy to tenderly squeeze her supple cheek.
“I couldn’t be happier with our life, Pete. You’ve taken good care of me and given me more love and attention than I’ve ever known. And now you’ve assumed every loving role that I’ve ever missed in my life. I’m sure that’s why Jessie misses having Trent as her daddy. I understand why he doesn’t want to spank her bottom beyond a swat, but would it kill him to treat her like a little girl sometimes?”
“That’s where you must take a step back, my love—I think it will happen for them. Trent just needs some time adjusting to the idea that they’re going to have a baby. I haven’t wanted to approach him on the subject, but knowing my intense brother—he’s thinking seriously about his role as the head of their family and Jessie needs to be patient.” As he ended his thought, a brisk smack was applied to the lower portion of Sammie’s bare buttock.
“Am I imagining things, or is this conversation turning into a spanking?” she muttered, feeling him inch her panties down before removing the silky fabric one leg at a time.
Pete’s wink was subtle as he guided her off the side of the bed. “I think my girl needs a reminder not to talk to Jessie about how we’ve started to engage in some little/daddy roleplay. There’s a chance it might cause her to be jealous, and Trent doesn’t need that kind of friction between them right now. So, let’s end this discussion by you lifting your backside for me.”
Though reluctantly, Sammie complied with the hope that this was to serve as guidance not discipline.
“When Trent decides that it’s okay for her to know about our new lifestyle, we’ll tell her together. Do you understand, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered in a contrite tone, trying like hell to keep her anxious butt from shivering.
His voice was husky and serious. “Be still, missy, while I give you a good firm warning.” He spanked each cheek, the tight crease underneath, and right down the middle. Every area was given attention, and even though her behind was stinging, she could tell he wasn’t using much force. But when he stopped for a moment and quickly moved into position behind her, she became suspicious of what might be coming next. Then she heard the familiar click of a container top and groaned loudly in anticipation.
“Jesus. Haven’t you warned me enough?” But as her sentence ended, his thick, wet finger slowly rubbed and teased her smooth rear entrance. Whimpering and squirming in a small show of defiance quickly earned her a brisk swat across her lower cheeks.
“I said, be still. I’m not finished,” Pete scolded in an authoritative tone as he seductively pressed his finger into her trembling tight hole, delving his digit a
little deeper than usual. Finally, he stretched out his other arm to open their end table drawer, and her eyes opened wide as she watched him pull out a shiny object.
Sammie’s back snapped upright as he squeezed her tender buttock. “Dear God, I have to get ready for work!”
“Get back into position, please,” he directed firmly, placing his palm on the small of her back. “I’m going to insert this instrument into your tight, sweet bottom, and there it will stay until Jessie comes to pick you up. Now, be a good girl and reach back to separate your cheeks for me.” Generously lubing the shiny butt plug, he touched the cool, steely tip to her warm, smooth rosette and gently pushed it in between her pillow-soft mounds. Curiously, as he inched it inside her, she involuntarily shivered with arousal at the impact of his dominance.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this. I’ll never be able to eat breakfast with that thing up my ass,” she said, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his expression.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he kept a steady hand on her back and continued in a gentle voice. “Watch the language, missy. “This is not a punishment, but merely a reminder to behave yourself today. Now, I need you to focus, sweetie. I want this deep inside you.”
With her eyes squeezed shut, she finally relented, blowing out a dramatic breath as the cool steel instrument stretched and burned, moving through the narrowed, dark channel until her body finally accepted it. “It’s bad enough that you like to use this thing as a reminder,” she spat out through clenched teeth, “but filling my backside with it before working an eight-hour day is nothing less than diabolical.”
“You’d think as a plug slid into your bottom, that sassy mouth of yours would automatically close.” His tone was deceivingly light as he gently twisted and secured the instrument in her tight anus.
