A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors)

by Randi Alexander

  Genevieve bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. How could she possibly be getting turned on? She would never have thought getting spanked could be arousing, but there was no mistaking the tingle in her pussy. Or how wet she was getting with each and every spank.

  “Twenty,” Brad announced after a particularly hard smack.

  Letting out a sound that was half yelp, half moan, Genevieve looked over her shoulder at him. “Don’t I get one to grow on?”

  He grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re right,” he said, and lifting his hand, brought it down hard on both cheeks at the same time. “And one to grow on.”

  This time, she really did let out a moan. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Before she could say anything, Brad took her arm and gently helped her to her feet. Genevieve immediately reached back to cup her freshly-spanked ass cheeks and gasped at how hot they were.

  Brad grinned at her. “Happy birthday, babe.”

  Her lips curving into a sexy smile, Genevieve pushed her panties the rest of the way down, lifted her skirt, and climbed on the bed to straddle his lap, eager to show him just how much she’d enjoyed her birthday spanking…

  * * * * *

  “Of course, we ended up missing our dinner reservation and had to order pizza instead,” Genevieve said with a grin as she finished up her story. “But it was worth it. Especially since Brad decided I needed another spanking.”

  Hayley could only stare at the redhead in disbelief. Genevieve’s story had been like something out of a fantasy. And now that Genevieve had started the ball rolling, Hayley couldn’t wait to hear the rest of their stories.

  CHAPTER TWO

  But first she had a question for Genevieve. “So, you really can get sexually excited from a spanking then?”

  Across from her, the red-haired girl nodded. “God, yes! I can’t explain it, but when I’m getting spanked, it’s like there’s a direct connection between my bottom and my pussy. I start to get aroused from the very first spank, and by the time my ass is bright red, I’m soaking wet. There have even been a few times when I actually thought I might come from the spanking alone.”

  Hayley was even more incredulous at that, especially when she saw that the other girls were all nodding in agreement. She hadn’t known it was possible to have an orgasm from a spanking.

  “But doesn’t it…hurt?” she asked.

  Genevieve grinned. “Well, yeah, of course it does. But it also feels incredible. I don’t know how to put it into words. Even though it stings, I can’t seem to get enough. There’s just something about my bottom getting hotter and hotter that just pushes me to the edge.”

  “That’s a good way to describe it.” Lyndsay reached for a gingerbread cookie. “Though for me, it’s not all about the sting of the spanking. I think it’s more about the feeling of being dominated. I know it’s politically incorrect to say it, but there’s just something so damn hot about being held down over a guy’s lap while he spanks me that makes me melt. The feel of a strong hand on my back while I squirm and kick is just as erotic as a great kiss.”

  Hayley looked at her dark-haired friend in amazement. Lyndsay had always been so shy. Hayley couldn’t believe her friend was being so open about her sex life.

  “This guy, Brad,” Hayley said, turning her attention back to Genevieve. “Did he spank you just that once?”

  The other girl laughed. “After he figured out how turned on I got from spanking, we ended up doing it all the time. Though it was kind of difficult since we both had roommates. We were always worried that one of them was going to walk in on us.”

  Hayley thought back to when she and the other girls were in college. Even though they’d all gone to different schools, they got together at every opportunity, and she never remembered Brad’s name coming up. “How come you never mentioned this guy?”

  Genevieve shrugged. “We only went out for one semester. He graduated and moved back east right after that. It wasn’t a big deal. Aside from the spanking and the sex—both of which were really great—we weren’t all that compatible, and we both knew it. We had fun, but there was just no potential for a long-term relationship. Not the way there is with Chase and me.”

  Monica smiled. “So, are we to assume that Chase spanks you, too, then?”

  The redhead grinned. “I wouldn’t be with him if he didn’t. And the best part is that he’s even better at it than Brad was. Or any other guy I’ve ever gone out with, now that I think about it.”

  Hayley would have asked Genevieve to tell her about the spankings Chase gave her, but the redhead was already prompting Lyndsay to tell her story.

  “Okay, it’s your turn,” Genevieve told the dark-haired girl. “We want to hear all about your first spanking. And don’t leave anything out!”

  Lyndsay grinned as everyone turned their attention on her. “I was in college, too. Remember when I worked in that shoe store the summer between my junior and senior year?”

  They all nodded. The shoe store had been very high-end and expensive, Hayley remembered, and since everyone knew that shoes were Lyndsay’s passion, she’d been thrilled she’d gotten a job there.

  “Well, while I might have told you about all the shoes I bought when I worked there,” Lyndsay continued, “what I didn’t tell you guys was that I had the biggest crush on the cute assistant manager. I really wanted him to ask me out, but unfortunately, every time he was around, I couldn’t seem to do anything right…”

  * * * * *

  Sometimes, when business was particularly slow, like it was today, Lyndsay thought she should have gotten a waitressing job like her friend, Monica, instead of working in a shoe store. But then again, while Monica might be getting tips, Lyndsay’s job had some pretty juicy fringe benefits of its own. Not only did she get to try on as many shoes as wanted, but she got a thirty-percent discount on anything she bought. The best part about working there, though, was the incredibly sexy assistant manager.

  Tall with dark, wavy hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen, he looked more like a model than the manager of a shoe store. Even though he went to a nearby university, she thought he seemed so much more mature than the other college guys she knew. Which was why she wanted to impress him. But every time he got near her, she turned into a complete ditz. If she weren’t knocking things over, she was ringing up the cash register wrong, and instead of making a good impression on him, she ended up making a fool of herself. In fact, just that morning she’d knocked over a rack of shoes right in front of him. Even though he‘d helped her pick them up, she couldn’t help noticing the frown he gave her.

  Sighing, she put down the fashion magazine she’d been looking at and walked into the back room. Since her boss was at lunch, she should probably stay in the main part of the store, but seeing as she wasn’t likely to have any customers, she might as well do something useful. Like start unpacking the latest shipment of shoes that had come in that morning. Maybe there’d be some cute ones to try on. Besides, she’d hear the little bell above the door ring if anyone came in.

  She picked up the utility knife from the table, then cut the packing tape on the first box and opened the flaps. Eagerly reaching for the shoebox on top, she took off the lid and let out a soft gasp at the sight of the sexy pair of sling-back sandals inside. Unable to resist, she kicked off her shoes and tried them on, extending her leg to admire them. They were perfect.

  Excited to see what other shoes had come in the shipment, Lyndsay cut open all the cases, and pulled out box after box. Tossing aside those shoes that weren’t her size, she ripped off the lid of every box that was. Each pair was cuter than the last, and she tried on every one of them. Before she knew it, she had shoes, boxes, and paper strewn everywhere. She’d have no paycheck left after she bought all of these, she thought as she admired yet another pair of high-heeled sandals in the mirror.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  Lyndsay whirled around to find the assistant manager standing in the doorway. His ga
ze went from her to the mess littering the floor, then back to her. His brows drew together.

  “You aren’t being paid to try on shoes,” he told her sharply. “Why aren’t you out front waiting on customers?”

  She chewed on her lower lip, her face coloring. Why the heck couldn’t she seem to do anything right around him? “There weren’t any customers.”

  He crossed the room the stand in front of her, his arms folded across his chest. “Oh really? Then what would you call the half-dozen people who were leaving as I came in? Playing dress-up back here has probably cost the store hundreds of dollars in sales, Lyndsay.”

  She swallowed hard, her color deepening. Crap. She’d really screwed up this time. “Are you going to fire me?” she asked in a small voice.

  She wondered if he would still let her buy all of these shoes with her employee discount before he canned her.

  He regarded her in silence, his jaw tight. “I should,” he finally said. “But I have something better in mind. A lesson that’ll teach you to stay focused at work much better than firing you ever could.”

  Before she could ask what he meant by that, he took her arm and dragged her over to one of the straight-backed chairs by the table in the corner where everyone ate lunch.

  “What are you…?” she began, only to let out a startled gasp of surprise when he gave her arm a tug that sent her tumbling over his knee.

  Lyndsay was so stunned that for a moment she just lay there, draped over his lap. And by the time she recovered, it was too late to push herself off his lap because he’d placed a hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. God, he was so strong. She’d known he was cute, but she’d never realized how built he was. She could feel the muscles bunching in his thighs as he held her down.

  “You’ve been asking for this spanking for weeks now, and it’s time I gave you one,” he growled. “You spend more time shopping for yourself than helping the customers. You come in late and leave early all the time, and on top of all that, you do a lousy job working the register. I’d say this spanking is long overdue.”

  Though some part of her knew she should be struggling to get free, Lyndsay couldn’t move. She couldn’t seem to think about anything but the feel of his hand on her back and the firm, authoritative tone of his voice. Something about being at the mercy of this strong, sexy guy had her biting her lip to stifle a moan. It was as if she wanted him to spank her.

  Without warning, his hand came down on her upturned bottom with a smack. She let out a yelp, but he ignored her protest, bringing his hand down on her other cheek, a little harder this time. Ouch. That really stung.

  Lyndsay squirmed, and her sexy boss immediately wrapped his arm around her slender waist to hold her more firmly in place as he delivered a series of rapid-fire spanks.

  Despite the fact that the spanking stung fiercely, she was almost more aware of his arm wrapped around her than she was of the punishment he was administering to her bottom. Even when he lifted her skirt and covered her panty-covered ass with sharp, stinging smacks, all she could think about was how much of a thrill it was to be in his control. She should be embarrassed that her boss was spanking her like this, but she wasn’t. She’d never been so completely dominated by a guy, and it was driving her crazy. Where had this submissive side of her come from?

  He wasn’t spanking her as hard now as in the beginning. Or maybe she was getting used to the spanking, because it didn’t seem to hurt as much as it had. Whatever the reason, while her ass still stung, she was getting more and more turned on with every smack he gave her.

  For one wild moment, Lyndsay wondered if he’d pull down her panties and spank her on the bare ass. Her face flushed as hot as her bottom at the thought. If her panties came down, he’d see how excited she was. Who knew where that might lead?

  But just as fast as it had started, the spanking stopped, and she was back on her feet. Her short skirt fluttered back down around her thighs, covering her burning bottom. Legs wobbly, she reached back to rub her throbbing ass cheeks as she looked up at him.

  She parted her lips, half-expecting him to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But he didn’t.

  “No more goofing off,” he warned. “Or I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee and spank you again. Is that clear, Lyndsay?”

  She nodded. That authoritative tone of his voices was practically enough to make her come on the spot.

  “Good.” He glanced around the room. “Then clean up this mess and get back out front.”

  Lyndsay watched him go as he strode from the room. She was so excited she could barely walk straight as she obediently began to gather up the shoes and put them back in the correct boxes. It was all she could do not to slide her hand between her legs and touch herself.

  She’d just finished cleaning up when he came in the check on her.

  “That was fast,” he said. “Maybe I should give you a spanking every morning.”

  Lyndsay’s pulse leaped. Was it possible the spanking had the same effect on him? Maybe she should come into work early tomorrow just to see if he really would make good on his promise and spank her…

  * * * * *

  “You mean that you actually went to work the next day?” Hayley asked in amazement when Lyndsay had finished her story. If she’d been in her friend’s place, she would have been so embarrassed she would have run out of the store right then and never come back.

  The other girl grinned. “Not only did I go back to work, I showed up fifteen minutes early.”

  “And did he spank you again?” Hayley asked eagerly.

  Lyndsay smiled at the memory. “That morning, and every morning until I went back to college.”

  Hayley’s eyes went wide. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anything so incredible before. Or so unbelievably exciting.

  CHAPTER THREE

  “So,” Genevieve said. “Did you and your boss ever hook-up in the back room after one of those spankings?”

  Lyndsay’s smile was wistful as she shook her head. “No. He was always very professional about the whole thing. He’d put me over his knee, give me a spanking, then it would be business as usual. I wanted him to do more than spank me, but he wouldn’t.” She winked. “At least not while I was working at the store.”

  “You looked him up after you finished college?” Harley asked.

  Lyndsay shared a look with Monica, who just smiled.

  “Not quite,” Lyndsay explained. “He came down from Seattle to visit me a few weeks after the semester started. I was surprised to say the least, especially when he admitted he had a crush on me the whole time I worked at the store.” She grinned. “The next thing I knew I was over his knee and he was spanking me right there in my dorm room. After that, he came down from college every weekend to see me.”

  Hayley’s brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her. “Wait a minute. I thought you started going out with Ryan your senior year in college.” Ryan was Lyndsay’s husband. “Were you dating both of them at the same time?”

  Again, Lyndsay and Monica shared a look before both girls burst out laughing.

  “Of course not,” Lyndsay said. “Ryan was the assistant manager of the shoe store. He was working there while he went to college.”

  Lyndsay’s mild-mannered husband and the authoritative store manager who’d spanked her were one and the same? As much as a tried to envision him dragging his petite dark-haired wife over his knee for good, sound spanking, Harley simply couldn’t imagine it.

  “You look surprised,” Lyndsay said.

  Hayley tucked her long, dark hair behind an ear. “I am. Ryan’s so…” She hesitated, searching for the right word.

  Lyndsay smiled. “Easygoing? He is. Unless he’s spanking me, or we’re role-playing. Then he can be quite authoritative.”

  Hayley frowned. “Role-playing?”

  For the first time since they’d started talking about spanking, Lyndsay blushed. “Just something we do to make spanking even more fun.”
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  “That doesn’t really answer my question,” Haley said.

  “I’ll dress up like a schoolgirl or a French maid, and Ryan will play the principal or the master of the house, and punish me for being a bad girl.”

  Genevieve grinned. “Lyndsay, I had no idea you were such a kinky girl.”

  No kidding. Hayley tried to imagine herself dressing up as a schoolgirl for her husband. With his good looks, strong build, and deep sexy voice, Conn could easily play the role of stern principal. Heat pooled between her thighs as she pictured herself standing in front of him as he scolded her for some transgression, then dragged her over his knee to paddle her ass. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it.

  As much as the idea turned her on, she knew she could never tell her husband about such a wild fantasy. She wasn’t nearly bold enough. Which was too bad because it would be so damn hot.

  As the other women continued to talk about the role-playing games they took part in, Genevieve got up to refill her wine glass.

  “Hey, look!” Genevieve called from where she was standing over by the window. “It’s snowing.”

  Hayley turned to look out the big bay window on the far side of the living room. Outside, light snow fell gently to the ground. It didn’t snow very often in the Pacific Northwest—unless you counted Mt. Rainer or the Cascades—but it was beautiful when it did. And at Christmas, it was perfect.

  After they’d all “oohed” and “aahed” over it for a minute, Hayley steered the conversation back to spanking.

  “Monica, you didn’t seem surprised to hear that Ryan spanks Lyndsay on a regular basis,” she said.

  The dark-haired girl tucked a curl behind her ear as she shook her head. “Actually, Lyndsay just let me in on her secret about a year ago.”

  Hayley lifted a brow. Considering how close the two women were, she’d have thought Lyndsay would have told Monica long before that.