by Haley Monroe
His hands grew tight against her hips. His pelvis rocking her into the plaster of the wall firmly. She wheezed as her tits flatted against the cool surface. “Don’t we have people who could have put them together for us?” His voice was annoyed and thick with lust.
“Yes, I also offered that but you mentioned something about it being “A father’s job”.” She giggled softly at his groan of displeasure.
“So, I did.” He spun her around and jerked her back against the wall. Her head smacked gently into the wall, a tiny kiss of what could have been a nice slam if the kids hadn’t been in the room just on the other side.
Hannah tipped up her chin and looked into the lust heavy eyes of her husband. “So, you did.” She repeated.
“After we tackled this mountain of difficult toys you’ve chosen to spoil our children with, you will find yourself in the playroom.”
“Mmm,” Hannah purred. Jacob’s hand skimmed up her middle and between her breasts to clasp around her throat. The web of his hand pressed softly against her windpipe and her eyelashes fluttered. The promise of pleasure in his hold tickled her right down to her toes.
“Where I plan to make you awfully sorry for not making me ask Steph to handle this well before now.”
“I don’t know,” Hannah’s hand grasped Jacob’s wrist. She was climbing up on her toes and his fingers began to tighten. “I’m rather enjoying your little predicament. Might take a lot of work to make me even a little bit sorry.” The wicked smile that curved over Jacob’s lips sent just a little bit of anxious fear through Hannah’s limbs.
“Oh, I do enjoy a challenge.”
2
Jacob released Hannah and they strolled down the stairs to the kitchen. Soft Christmas music was still playing from their cookie decorating adventure. Jacob selected a tree shaped cookie, overloaded with green icing and snow flake sprinkles. He took a careful bite into the side and grimaced as he chewed.
“Not a fan?” Hannah chuckled. “But we worked so hard.” She faked a pout and batted her thick lashes innocently. With as much icing as the kids had dumped on those cookies, no one could pay her enough money to even test a bite.
“So much sugar.” Jacob’s head shook and his body took on a shiver like shake. He stepped on the lever to open the lid of the trash can. He dropped the cookie into the can and dusted off his hands. “Now that I’m about to have a sugar high from one small bite, where are these difficult toys at?”
“The garage.” Hannah skipped over to the door that would lead them out to where she’d hidden the gifts. She was wearing pj’s that matched the set she’d bought for the twins. White and green stripped legging like pants showed off her plump rear and the curve of her toned thighs as she made her way over. The long sleeve top was red with green buttons sewn down the middle.
“Every toy I put together, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” He pointed at Hannah from across the kitchen. She leaned against the door, pushing her shoulders back and arching her back to shove her tits out.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her hands teased at the hem of her shirt. Lifting it slightly to show off just a peek of her pale belly. Jacob groaned and lunged forward. Hannah narrowly escaped his reaching fingers as she flung open the door and dove into the garage. She raced around the first sports car and darted to the very back of the dark room where the shelving units were.
“Ohh, Kitten.” Jacob called into the darkness. “Don’t play games with Daddy unless you’d like the children to find a barren Christmas tree tomorrow morning.”
“You’re the one chasing me.” She answered back, squeezing her body into the tiny crevasse between the shelf and the wall. She could hear Jacob’s footsteps coming closer, and the pounding notes of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra coming from the kitchen made her heart thump against her ribs.
He had kept the lights off, but the light from the kitchen cast a soft glow. She hunkered down, trying to use the darker shadows from the pile of toys on the shelf to disguise herself. Hannah’s hand came up to cover her own mouth, hoping her racing heart and panting breath wouldn’t give her away.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Jacob sang in the gravely tone of a predator. Even though he couldn’t see her, or she hoped he couldn’t, Hannah shook her head. She heard his fingers tap across the metallic hood of the sports car closest to her. His shadow passed over her and then there was no sound at all. Her eyes, still adjusting to the distant lighting from the kitchen squinted as she searched for the whereabouts of her husband. She tucked her knees into her chest and waited, holding her breath.
It felt like forever. Moments ticked away in the darkness and then she felt his hand. Firm and sure as he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled. Her butt dragged along the cement floor and screeching yell escaped her lips. His hand slapped over her mouth as he pulled her close and pressed his weight on top of her body.
“Dirty little tease.” He huffed into her face. “You’ll need to be quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake the children, now would we?” The hand holding her ankle moves up the inside of her leg. Hannah tried to clench her thigh closed, knowing it would only be more fun to continue struggling. “You can’t keep from me what is mine.” He growled. Her nose flared as she pushed air out. He loved the feeling of her hot breath washing over his knuckles.
She made a soft whimpered sound that went straight to his dick. His hand forced its way between her thighs. He cupped her pussy mound with his big hand and snickered. “Hm, what do we have here?” He asked with a cocky tilt of his head. His fingers dipped and curled. Pressing the material of her PJ pants between her slick pussy lips. “You’ve dampened your Christmas pj’s.” He tsked. “What would Santa say?” He slid his hand from covering her lips to holding her throat again, giving her permission to answer his question.
“That I’ve been a bad girl.” She purred.
“And bad girls go on the naughty list, princess.” He dragged his fingers back to press over the swollen nub of her clit. Hannah hissed at the jolting pleasure the pressure caused.
“Please, Daddy.” She begged softly. “I don’t wanna be on the naughty list.”
“You still have time to prove what a good girl you can be.” He smirked.
“I do?” She whispered, hopefully. Her hips lifted to meet the friction of his moving fingertips and her knees dropped open to give him full access to her center.
“Of course you do, princess.” He rubbed and rubbed over her feverish clit. Hannah jerked under his touched and ached for the release she felt building up inside of her lower belly. The arches of her feet began to burn and her pussy gasped with need.
“Please,” she moaned. She felt the material of her leggings getting wetter and wetter the more he worked her pussy and she knew soon she’d soak right through. “I wanna be a good girl.” She huffed.
“Good girls don’t come.” Jacob grinned and moved his hand back down her inner thigh. He gave her leg a playful squeeze and stood up, leaving her sprawled out on the garage floor. Her legs open and pussy hungry for more of his touch. He flicked on the garage light and placed his hands on his hips. “Which toy should we put together first?
“Ugh!” Hannah fussed. Sitting herself up and crossing her arms and legs. “And you say I’m a tease.”
“You are.” Jacob laughed. He strolled to the shelf and picked up a large box with the picture of a small cop car. He set it on the floor and ripped the tape from the closed sides. “Landon is going to love this.”
“I don’t wanna talk about Landon right now. I want to come.” Hannah whined. Jacob began pulling out the large pieces of plastic and unfolding the directions.
“And I want to shove my dick down your throat till you throw up but we have parental things we need to get done.” He peeked at her from around the directions and pinned her with a serious look. “Now stop pouting and help me get this done so I can make both our Christmas wishes come true.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Hannah crawled over to the ripped box and looked over J
acob’s shoulder to get a look at the first steps they’d have to take to put together the small sized four wheeler.
“That’s my good girl.” Jacob turned his face to kiss Hannah’s temple before they got down to work.
It took longer than either of them had anticipated to build, wrap, and stash the toys under the tree, but finally they were finished. They’d worked so thoroughly that Jacob had forgot to enforce the stripping rule as they put everything together. The six foot tall, brightly decorated spruce tree in the Hoff’s living room was surrounded by two small four wheelers, one the cop car that they built first and the other a Barbie Jeep. The thing about twins is that you must have two of everything. That was something Hannah and Jacob had both learned very quickly. She was so thankful that the twins had been blessed with a father who was able to give them multiples of everything. She had no idea how she would have managed raising them alone if Jacob had bailed.
Some of the other toys they’d purchased this year included a giant doll house, stuffed to the gills with everything a doll could possibly need and a similar, spooky mansion for the ghosts and ghoul action figures Landon loved to play with. They’d set up two small art tables full of crayons and markers, paints of every color and paper to make the kids inner artist drool. Many other carefully wrapped presents scattered across the red tree skirt.
“Phew.” Hannah slumped against Jacob’s side as they observed their hard work. “Well, Mr. Hoff, I would say we are getting pretty good at this parenting thing.”
“I’d have to agree, Mrs. Hoff.” He smiled into her hair. “But you know what I’m already super good at?” His tone was turning darker and Hannah wiggled against him.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“Turning your pale ass red.” Hannah moaned as she looked up at Jacob.
“Yes, you are very, very good at that.” Jacob chuckled and reached past Hannah to pull a red and white striped candy cane from the tree.
“To the play room.” He whispered as he teased the plastic covered end of the candy cane across her lower lip. “Now!”
3
The play room had been moved since the twins arrived. It used to be across from the master bedroom, but now with the kids sleeping on the same floor, Jacob had it moved to the third floor and new locks were placed on the door. Locks that only Jacob held the keys to. Hannah waited beside him as he pulled the key from the pocket of his slacks and pushed the door open.
“Are you sure you want to play, kitten?” Jacob asked as they stepped inside. The room was all white with black furniture; the walls were filled with black shelves and cabinets that held all of their fun, kinky toys and tools. “You look exhausted and we’ll have a long day tomorrow.” His hand gently held the curve of her jaw line and his thumb stroked across her cheek. She placed her hand over his and nodded.
“Steph will be here tomorrow and she’s a big help with the kiddos. She may even let me nap if I play my cards right.” Jacob laughed with a nod.
“She makes an excellent godmother and a very good friend.”
“Do you miss her being the housekeeper?” Hannah tilted her head, remembering Steph’s position when she came into Jacob’s life. Once the twins were born Steph spent most of her time assisting Hannah and didn’t get any cleaning done. She was so good to Hannah though that Jacob couldn’t find it in him to be upset. He just simply asked her to change positions in the household. From housekeeper to a lady in waiting of sorts, with the same pay and benefits as before. She was happy to spend guilt free time with Hannah and the babies so she accepted.
Now that the twins were getting older and Hannah needed less and less of Steph’s help she was once again thinking of changing positions, but as of yet nothing had been decided. She was more like a sister to Hannah than an employee and Hannah wanted desperately to keep it that way.
“She was very good at her job. I’m hoping she’ll want to oversee things again soon, but we’ll leave that up to her. Maybe I’ll just drop a few hints tomorrow at dinner.” He wiggled his perfectly shaped brows and pointed his finger to a black x painted on the floor.
“You have to be kind tomorrow,” Hannah mentioned, as she moved toward the x, knowing what Jacob wanted and expected from his submissive. She began to undress as she stood on her marked place. “She’s bringing her new sub and from what she’s told me, he is very, very shy. She’s worried you’ll scare him off.”
“Please,” Jacob laughed. He sat in the large chair in front of Hannah’s place and watched as she exposed her body to him. “I’m good with subs.” He gave her a wink and she shook her head.
“I’m serious, Jacob. This one means a lot to Steph.” She folded her leggings and top, placing them off to the side of her feet then stood tall with her hands clasped together behind her back, her feet hips width apart.
“Fine, fine.” He waved his hand. “I’ll be kind. Enough about Steph. Let’s see what we can do about getting you on the nice list and off that terrible, naughty list.” He tapped the end of the candy cane against his sexy chin and looked up and down at his naked submissive. The mother of his perfect children, his wife and the kitten he’d long ago found, anxious and alone. Not anymore. The woman before him showed no signs of the shy, unsure girl she was back then. She stood tall, proud of her body and secure in his love for her. He loved the changes she’d taken on. Not that he wanted to change who she was, it was never like that. It was more like he had watched a flower go from a bud that bloomed into a stunning flower.
Hannah kept her eyes on Jacob, watching and waiting for his next instructions. Their time in the play room had become limited. Being a busy man with two even busier toddlers caused Jacob to come home exhausted and fall into bed. If that didn’t have him beyond tired he would be after chasing the twins around in the few hours they got to spend together after dinner.
Hannah missed his firm touches of course, but she didn’t blame him. She was just as tired and they would curl up together in their massive bed and drift off into mini comas until one of the twins or both of them woke them up with their screams. Parenthood was hard and she knew that when he could, Jacob would find time to ignite the flames that brought them together in the first place. Tonight he was doing just that. The festive feelings in the air made it even more fun. Perhaps they had just stumbled upon the start to a very meaningful Christmas tradition.
“To the spanking bench, slut.” Jacob finally spoke. The dirty nickname made Hannah’s toes curl against the floor before she took the first steps that would take her to the dark spanking bench in the corner.
“With pleasure, Daddy.” She replied.
The thing was high and difficult to climb up on but she always managed. She hooked her foot into the first stirrup and threw her other leg over the leather seat. The toy was built for her and she laid forward comfortably. The leather separated her breasts, making them hang heavily on either side of the bench. The back half was lifted higher than the front, making her feel like she was almost falling forward. While her ass was left exposed high in the air.
Hannah pressed her cheek to the leather and watched as Jacob stood and walked to one of the shelves. “I know we haven’t played as often as either of us would like, kitten, but I have taken great planning into how I would use you this evening.” As he spoke, Jacob lifted up a bundle of Christmas lights that Hannah remembered asking him to fix a few broken bulbs from a few night back. She smiled softly when he turned and leaned down to secure her ankles to the legs of the bench with the rope of lights. He wound the black wire up around one calf and then scratched his nail lightly down her leg. The sensation making her shiver. He hooked the string of lights around her bare thighs and then crossed it over her lower back to secure the other leg in the same fashion.
“Even when you don’t have time to plan a scene, it’s always wonderful whenever you touch me.” Hannah whispered her words of love to her handsome husband.
“Wonderful is nice, kitten, but we’re gonna try for earth shattering tonight, alri
ght?” Jacob winked at her and she felt her cheeks blush. “I’m gonna make your ass match the color of your pretty blush, Hannah.” He said as he stood up, smacking her ass lightly before returning to the shelving. He picked up a pair of white lace gloves that had long strips of red ribbon sewn into the end. “Hands behind your back, please.”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Hannah stuttered as she reached her arms back. The position was a tad uncomfortable but nothing that she couldn’t tolerate for Jacob’s pleasure. She felt him slip the gloves over her fingers and then he tugged them into place to make sure the fit was right. When he seemed satisfied he began to use the red ribbon to lace her wrists all the way up to her forearms together.
“Almost ready.” His voice teased her. She felt him moving behind her, but she wasn’t sure exactly what he was up to until he came forward and leaned a full length mirror against the wall in front of her. She was a sight to behold. All trussed up in pretty lights that Jacob had plugged in. They gave off a soft, colorful glow as they climbed up her legs and rounded her ass. The laced up gloves reminded her of a ballerina’s slippers.
“Oh, my.” She wheezed.
“Yes, that’s it.” He smiled at her in the mirrors reflection. “Now we’re ready.” He watched her facial features morph as he began to spank her. He was light handed at first, warming up his precious submissive wife’s skin. Swat after swat, his hand became heavier and heavier until Hannah was sweating and wriggling on the bench. Her beautiful pussy was leaking down her thighs in its desperate desire to be played with.