Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  Crack! Crack! Crack! “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she seethed, her voice getting higher in pitch with each swat of the paddle. Historically, she wasn’t a crier, but the floodgates opened, and her sobbing suddenly came out of nowhere.

  Crack! “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson? Is it now becoming clear that my little one will be disciplined when she’s naughty?” Pete scolded, his lips leaning into her ear.

  “Yes! Please stop! That hurts so much!” she pleaded and cried. “I’ll watch my mouth from now on. I promise!”

  “Good,” he snapped along with one more crack across the bottom of her fiery cheeks.

  “Hey, I just promised...”

  “Mmm hmm. I heard you, but that extra one was just to make sure my sweet girl remembers.” He helped her off the bench and led her down the hall by the hand, keeping an eye on the panties pooled around her ankles, making sure she didn’t fall from lack of balance. “Now, let’s get your naughty behind into the bedroom, and then it’s off to bed with you.”

  ALMOST TRIPPING OVER her the jeans and panties that were wrapped around her ankles, Sammie stopped abruptly when she got inside the doorway. There, all laid out on the bed, was a brand-new Christmas pajama twin set with striped red and white leggings. “Can I wear these tonight?”

  Pete curved his fingers under her chin, twisting her face to meet his eyes.

  “Of course, cupcake. And I already washed them so they’ll be nice and soft.”

  “They’re so adorable. Where did you find something like this in my size?” she asked, approaching the bed.

  “I found them on Amazon the day I ordered the spankin’ bench,” he said, staring at her adorable reddened cheeks.

  “They are absolutely perfect, Daddy. Maybe next Christmas, can we buy something similar for Jessie?”

  Pete helped her dress and patted her sore behind. “I’m sure she’ll love them until she finds out how easily the matching bottoms slide down.” His hand drifted down her pants to squeeze her seared flesh. “You know how she loves to sass her daddy.”

  “I know. And sometimes my tongue gets carried away too,” she admitted crawling into bed with a sly grin before holding her hands out for a hug. “I love you so much! You’re the best daddy, ever!”

  Pete leaned over and took her into his arms. “I love you too, baby doll.” He sat down on the side of the bed, pulled the covers up under her chin, and kissed her forehead. “Now you stay put until I finish cleaning up downstairs. Even though Ben Levy was a good cook, he sure left us a big mess in the kitchen.”

  As she nodded, her eyelids fluttered before closing.

  LOOKING DOWN AT THE steam emanating from the gush of water spilling into the tub, Jessie’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Didn’t I have a bath after breakfast this morning, cowboy?”

  He swished his hand in the water, making sure it was a comfortable temperature, before swiveling his neck to face her, his mouth forming a crooked grin. “Would you like to get undressed, or are you feeling an urgent need to be disrespectful?”

  Jessie instantly stepped out of her jean skirt, shimmied out of her panties, and reluctantly raised her arms, so Trent could remove her T-shirt.

  “Smart girl. Now hold out your hand, so I can lower you into the tub.” Though he raised a stern eyebrow as he watched her wiggle when her full buttocks touched the steamy water, his expression changed as he knelt onto the floor. Smiling, he squirted a flowery scented soap under the spouting spigot to create mounds of rainbow bubbles.

  Closing her eyelids, she drifted into a Charles Dickens type of Christmas fantasy picturing Trent at the head of the table, waiting for her to place a large turkey in front of him to carve. Right on cue, Sammie, Pete, and all the Reynolds children exclaimed with loud oohs and ahhs at the arrival of the golden brown twenty-pound bird. Exhaling a deep sigh of relaxation, her fantasy fast-forwarded as she imagined all the kids having fun chasing each other around the table at the end of the meal, while the four adults clinked full glasses of red wine together. When she was thoroughly satisfied with how her dream was progressing, she decided to return to reality and opened her eyes to watch Trent pour a thick liquid in his hand.

  “It’s been a long, exhausting day. So, relax and let me pamper you, sweetie.”

  Tilting her head back slowly, he poured a cup of warm water into her hair and massaged a citrus scented shampoo into her scalp with strong, thick fingers. As her expression softened, she purred like a kitten when he started to rinse the suds out.

  “I just love when we’re together like this, Daddy.”

  Trent grinned as he reached for a washcloth and rubbed a generous amount of soap on it. “You know how much I adore bathing you, sugar. Now close your eyes, so I don’t get soap in them.”

  Jessie happily complied, and Trent gently washed her face, being extremely careful to rinse her thoroughly.

  “Can I open them, now?”

  “Yep. All the suds are gone,” he assured as he put down the cloth to gently clean her ears and moved down to soap her breasts and tummy with his hands, completely covering her skin with lather. The moment that her upper body was rinsed clean, he reached underneath the cabinet and pulled out a netted sack of colorful boats.

  “Another Christmas surprise, Daddy? You’re the best!”

  His hazel eyes sparkled when he smiled at her, and she loved knowing how much he enjoyed giving her his undivided attention. After allowing her a few minutes to play with the new toys, he reached out a hand and guided Jessie to stand and hold on to the bath rail, so he could cleanse her most intimate areas. As he slid his soapy palm down her back, she knew he would stop for a minute to admire her pink and very warm buttocks before smoothing the tips of his sudsy digits down the cleft of her cheeks. But before she could prepare herself for his next move, he slowly slid his nimble fingers into the slit of her slick, wanton pussy and teased her sensitive skin, circling her hardening bud a little longer than usual.

  “Jesus. Do you always have to take so long bathing my kitty?” she sassed, raising her eyes up to the ceiling. “For God’s sake, how clean do you need me to be?”

  “Stay still,” he directed with a playful smack to her wet backside. “Or does my girl with the smart mouth need a spankin’ tonight?”

  Her eyelashes instantly lowered. “No, Daddy, I’ll behave.”

  “Intelligent decision,” he commented with quiet patience, “and if my memory serves me correctly, I’m still the head of the house. Am I right or wrong?”

  “You’re right,” she said in a small voice, the apology clear in her tone.

  “Good to hear. Now bend your knees and stop fussing, so I can make sure every inch of you is sparkling clean.”

  Jessie twisted her neck and crossed her eyes. Though she loved other age-play scenes, bath time seemed to embarrass her the most, and she usually dreaded the moment when Trent would wash the inside of her delicate bottom hole. Knowing that the humiliating moment had arrived, she reluctantly bent her knees and submitted to him.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered, “now push your tushie out so Daddy can make sure that your beautiful pink rosebud is clean as a whistle.” Palming her cheek to the side, he leaned in close and flicked her fleshy anus twice with the very tip of his tongue before sliding it inside.

  “Oh my God! You’re mixing little and big girl time together? Since when did you decide that was kosher?” she asked, turning her head with curiosity.

  “Hush, and be still, my love,” he insisted as he firmly wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her fleshy mounds a loving squeeze before sliding a finger deep into her puckered entrance. Prodding her legs apart with the palms of his hands, he widened her stance even further and steadied her in the tub before driving his digit in and out of her ruffled hole with even strokes until she let out a heavy satisfied groan.

  “Oh God, Oh God! Please don’t stop!”

  “You like my finger in your heinie, don’t you sweetie?”

  Her face was
scarlet, her buttocks were trembling, and she stomped her foot on the tub’s ceramic floor as he exited her dark channel and applied a loving pat to each warm cheek, indicating that it was time for her bath to end. “No fair! You’re teasing me. I was almost there—”

  “You will sit back down in the water, right now. I need to rinse that gorgeous pink bottom of yours.”

  “Fine,” she said with another slight stomp of her foot. But before she reached for his assistance, his firm palm connected with the lower half of her very warm and wet backside. “Hey! I was just about to sit—”

  “Well, maybe you should have done it quicker and without the sassy creative dance step.”

  As he lowered her into the tub to rinse off, Trent watched her lips form into a dramatic pout. He knew his wife wanted a grand finale to their holiday, and she wanted it badly. “Patience, sugar. I know what you want.”

  “Please?”

  “Maybe later,” he teased with a quick wink. “For now, let’s get you rinsed and out of the tub.”

  After he swished the water around Jessie to make sure her body was squeaky clean, she gathered all the colorful plastic boats, put them back into the sack, and waited for him to reach for a towel. Without a word, he guided her out of the tub and swaddled her tightly in a cocoon fashion as he pulled her onto his lap.

  “Now my little princess is all snug as a bug in a rug. Are you feeling tired yet?” he asked, reaching for another towel to rub her wet hair dry with.

  “I am, but I’d like still like to play for a while.”

  “It really is past your bedtime. But since it’s Christmas, I guess you can stay up a bit longer,” he said in a low tone, following her into their bedroom.

  UNBUTTONING HIS DENIM shirt, he revealed a massive, muscular chest before swiveling to face Jessie. “Talk about a Christmas to remember.”

  With a sigh, she fell back on the bed and positioned one hand behind her head to rest on a soft down pillow. “It definitely wasn’t the holiday I’d pictured having, but it was meaningful on so many different levels.”

  Sitting down next to her, he sported a wolfish grin. “If you’re not too tired, how about if we give this day a happy ending?”

  “Oh, I’d love that, cowboy,” she implored, her nipples tightening into hardened peaks as the towel partially opened in front.

  “Mmm hmm. I thought you might. Let’s get you comfy first.” After making himself comfortable on the mattress, Trent gently rolled his petite wife onto her belly and slid the fluffy fabric from her body. Palming her bare, needy pussy, his thumb easily inched inside her slit, rubbing circles over her aching bud until her essence flowed freely, and he watched her eyes close as she obviously returned to her favorite heady state of mind.

  “Ooh, I like this kind of ending,” she purred, rocking her hips back and forth to meet the thrust of his warm, wet fingers. He eyed her small fists grasping the white cotton sheets under her and helped spread her legs even further, lifting her pelvis slightly off the stiff mattress.

  Adding a dollop of lubrication from the opened container on the end table, his fingertip traced her slick perineum to the rosebud opening he knew she wanted penetrated and rubbed the rim, teasing her unmercifully.

  “Oh, God!” she moaned, angling her soft buttocks upward, her twitching cheeks obviously begging for more as he pressed the pad of his digit inward. Turning and lowering his body onto the bed, he squirmed, rubbing his cock hard against the mattress, letting the friction underneath him assist in his own gratification. Feeling a drop of seed escape from his broad tip, he pushed two fingers into her saturated pussy and fucked her slow and deep while the digit on his other hand delicately inched further into her bottom hole. He watched as Jessie frantically twisted and pulled the sore brownish nipples on her breasts, apparently approaching the throbbing rush of an orgasm. Trent always enjoyed watching her ecstasy climb to its highest level, and knew that she loved how he always had just the right amount of scorching hot perversion coursing through his veins.

  “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she pleaded through clenched teeth, thrusting her juicy pink cunt deeper onto his fingers. Gyrating his cock against the mattress, he furiously finger fucked her from both ends, working her throbbing clit and pulsing anus without mercy, causing her body to quiver and jerk as she finally exploded around his digits. With one last short yelp, she bowed her back, undeniably reveling in the height of orgasmic pleasure, bursting with sheer joy until quiet tones of exhilaration eventually seemed to take over, and her legs and arms finally relaxed as her normal breathing resumed.

  AS JESSIE SLID OFF the bed to position herself on the cushiony carpet in front of him, he twisted his neck to the side. “What do you think you’re doing, little miss?”

  “May I have a taste of you, tonight? I’m in the mood for dessert, and we never did eat the fudge brownies I baked.” Her cheeks blushed scarlet as she watched her husband’s fist pump his reddened, steeled, throbbing cock, while his eyes gazed at her pursed, pink delicate lips.

  She didn’t have to wait long for permission, and his thick fingers weaved through her damp, strawberry blonde hair as he pulled her forward to place his rock-hard member in her hands. She laved over the creamy circumference and slightly tugged his velvety skin close to the head as he moaned softly. “Oh, God, yes! Take it all in, girl!”

  Jessie took his swollen purplish tip further into her mouth and gradually sucked him deeper and deeper until his moans turned into loud groans. Knowing he was on the verge of erupting, she pulled on him one more time until the skin was taut and his length was hard as a rock.

  “Jesus, I’m going to come, but you don’t have to swallow, baby.”

  But they both knew he liked it that way, and she never would want to disappoint him. Instead of removing her lips, she sucked harder and rubbed him even more vigorously.

  “Fuck, Jess. This is it...I’m coming right now!” Trent closed his eyes as he began spurting into her mouth and in two gulps - she finished every drop he had to give.

  Watching her lick his smooth, shiny skin clean of the sweet and salty substance, he tenderly brushed her long reddish blonde bangs aside. “You’re such a good girl. Merry Christmas, my little baby doll!”

  “I’ve never felt so safe and loved in my whole life,” she purred, stroking the stubble on his face with her cheek.

  He lovingly caressed her belly. “And I finally have the family I’ve always wanted.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  NEW YEAR’S EVE

  Trent placed his large, paw-like palms on Jessie’s shoulders. “I hope you’re really okay with us eating here instead of in a crowded restaurant. For some crazy reason, I thought it would be romantic to spend our first New Year’s Eve alone.”

  “Are you kidding? I love the idea! And then we’ll run to Pete and Sammie’s tomorrow to celebrate New Year’s Day. Your brother is dying to try out a new pork and sauerkraut recipe, so I told them we’d bring dessert.”

  He slid two fingers under her chin and lifted it. “If I’m not mistaken, those eyes of yours look like they could use some rest.”

  “Even though I managed to get plenty of sleep last night, I’m feeling kind of tired. Would you mind terribly if I relax for a while?”

  “Of course not, sugar. It’ll give me an opportunity to get some things prepared ahead of time in the kitchen. I’ll come up as soon as I’m done cooking, and we’ll get dressed together.”

  “Sounds good,” she said, trying to stifle a yawn.

  ALTHOUGH TRENT HAD the potential to become a bit uptight when preparing a meal, on that night it was obvious that he really wanted Jessie to enjoy a relaxing New Year’s Eve and his eyes sparkled as she retreated to their bedroom. After getting comfortable on the bed, she attempted to do some reading on her Kindle and wasn’t even aware that she’d dozed off, but when her eyelids finally opened, there he was standing in front of her, dressed in a black sports coat, tan slacks, and a burgundy tie. He looked so handsome, greetin
g her with a single red rose.

  “How about if I help my beautiful wife get dressed for dinner?” he asked in a quiet, calm tone before starting to rummage through the closet.

  “There’s a black cocktail dress hanging in front, and I’d just love to wear the gorgeous string of white pearls you bought me for Christmas...”

  “God, how I love to dress you,” he drawled in a deep voice, helping her step into the trapeze-shaped sheath with an exposed metal zipper down the back.

  “It’s a miracle something still fits,” she said, slipping on a pair of black suede heels before applying some lipstick in the mirror. “Hey, we forgot the panties,” she added, reaching for the middle dresser drawer.

  His smile was crooked, and his hazel eyes glittered with anticipation. “I didn’t forget, my dear. I’m hoping to get lucky tonight.”

  Holding hands, they left the bedroom and walked down the long hall to enter the dining room. The table was already set, the tablecloth was perfectly ironed, and a couple of red candles were glowing. Trent stood at the helm, holding the chair for Jessie to sit down, and two glasses of chilled ginger ale were already poured. He took his seat, held up his glass, and toasted, “To our first New Year’s Eve as Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds. Cheers to us and a healthy baby,” he said as they clinked glasses together.

  She tilted her head toward her glass and pursed her lips. “I guess chilled ginger ale is the closest I’m coming to something bubbly tonight, right?”

  Trent mirrored her expression, nodded and took a sip before carefully setting his drink down on the table. He reached to take her face in his hands, and without a word, moved his warm lips over hers, their soft kiss rapidly morphing into a deep and soulful one. “I love you, Jessie, and can’t imagine my life without you in it. This will be our best year ever.” Taking his wife into his strong arms, he hugged her tight and nibbled on her neck.