Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  “And Jenny,” he called out when she was at the door. “I’ll know if you help yourself to a gift I’m not sure if I want you to have just yet.”

  She cursed under her breath. Now she could not achieve the release she had been looking forward to. Of course, she could still do it. But she got the feeling he would know if she did. Besides, where was the fun in that?

  CHAPTER SIX

  JENNY WALKED INTO THE living room, the smell of the food temptingly delicious. But all her attention was on the chef, and she saw the exact moment he lifted his head and caught sight of her in the doorway. His eyes widened slightly, his nostrils flared out wide and his gaze went smoky hot. It was clear she had surprised him, and Jenny was glad she had made the effort.

  The outfit she wore was one that would have otherwise brought back bad memories, because it was something she only wore for Barry. But today, she was not only glad she had, but was too focused on Jason’s reaction to it to care about the former memories attached to it. The pleated skirt she wore was so short it just barely covered her ass. The white shirt tucked into it was tight and snug, molding itself to her body ‘til there was nothing to hide. The first three buttons were left loose, and her breasts pushed out tantalizingly to reveal she was not wearing a bra. All of this was paired with black lace garter stockings.

  “It would seem you are finally ready to learn something Jenny,” Jason said, sitting down at the head of the table. And that was when she realized only one place had been set.

  “Yes, daddy,” she said, with her head cast submissively down.

  “Come here,” he commanded her. And when she made to take the first step, added, “On your knees.”

  She immediately fell to her knees, the sudden movement making her skirt float up and briefly expose her thong. She slowly walked toward him on her knees, her eyes still on the floor.

  “Look at me,” he commanded when she was halfway across the room, and she slowly lifted her head. He was sitting on the chair, one leg crossed over the other, his bearing regal and confident. The light in the room had been dimmed a bit, but Jenny could still see him as perfectly as if he was standing in sunlight.

  Finally, she was kneeling directly in front of him. For a few seconds, he said nothing, just looked into her eyes. Then he smiled slowly.

  “I guess I should admit that I am really impressed by how much effort you put into making yourself look presentable for this meal.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she replied, her voice soft.

  “Truth is, I had been planning to punish you for all the childish and naughty stunts you pulled today. But now you’ve got me rethinking my decision.”

  Multiple emotions crossed Jenny’s face at that statement. Disappointment, relief, hope, arousal... It was clear being this close to him was affecting her ability to think straight.

  “And I’ve decided that you will still get punished. Just not as harshly as I originally planned to.” He paused for a bit, “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “And you would do anything I tell you to won’t you.”

  “Yes, daddy, I will.”

  “Good,” he said, smiling at her. And she found herself blushing under his gaze. “Want to hear what I want to do?”

  She eagerly nodded her head, then saw his smile turn into a frown and realized her mistake. “Yes, daddy,” she quickly corrected herself. “I want to hear what you want to do.”

  He leaned in close to her, and began to tell her in a whisper. “I want to spank you so hard your ass turns that beautiful shade of red. Then I want to lick your pussy clean of all the juice I know would be running down your thigh by the time I’m done. Or maybe I will just make you go down on me instead. Allow you to take my cock in your mouth, ram myself down your throat until you are begging me to come into your mouth so you can finally get a taste of me. I want to hear you beg, and scream, plead with me to allow you to climax. All of this before I even get my cock into your pussy.”

  Every word had her breath leaving her body in a whoosh, until she was moaning silently. Her thong was already soaked through, and her nipples could be seen peeking through the flimsy material of her shirt. Her mouth hung open in blatant invitation, and her eyes screamed out her submission to his wishes.

  “But first, I punish you,” he said, seating back up and turning in his chair so his legs were no longer under the table. “Get up.”

  Jenny did as he commanded, and she didn’t need to be told before she leaned over him and laid across his lap, supporting herself with one hand on the floor. He placed a hand under her and easily repositioned her until she was draped comfortably across his legs, proving this was not the first time he had done this. This thought caused another spurt of liquid heat to drip between her legs and she closed her eyes as she waited for her punishment.

  “Nod your head if you can hear me,” he said, and she did.

  “Good. Now, I’m going to spank you thirty times. And you are going to count them out for me. If you make any sound apart from that, I’ll start over again. If you squirm too hard, I’ll start again. A good girl knows enough to take her punishment quietly and learn from it. Nod if you heard everything I just said.”

  Again, she nodded and then took a deep breath, as she waited for the first blow. Instead, she got nothing. For a few seconds, he did nothing. Just sat there with her on his lap. Then finally, she felt him lift her skirt up, and blushed as she pictured exactly what he would be looking at. Her naked ass, since the strap of the thong would have disappeared in between her butt crack. The faint breeze that fanned across her ass told her he would also be staring at the small bit of her pussy the thong could not cover, and not visible between her legs. Then she felt his hands on her ass, and instead of the spanking she was expecting, she felt him begin to massage her ass. He slowly kneaded her twin globes. Then his hand slipped in between her legs to brush against her sex.

  Jenny moaned low in her throat, her legs spasming behind her. Just as quickly as the touch came, it was gone again and he was back to rubbing her ass. She wanted to curse him, and then herself for allowing him to use her like this. Then suddenly, he spanked her and she yelped in response.

  “That does not count,” he said in an impassive voice. “I said no sound.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Three blows in quick succession and Jenny clamped her mouth shut.

  “Those don’t count either,” he said again, this time a bit of humor in his voice. “You forgot to count.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  The blows began to come again, and this time she remembered to count with him. They were not particularly painful, so she had not real problem following him. Jason chuckled behind her, and she knew he was loving this. After the tenth smack, he stopped and slowly began to rub a gentle hand over the sensitive area where he had spanked her. The contrast between his previously harsh blows and now gentle hand had her emotions all over the place.

  She began to relax slowly at his touch, and just as soon as she had completely let go, he spanked her again. Harder this time, and she remembered just barely in time to say “eleven,” and stop herself from yelling in pain.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  He alternated his hits between both ass cheeks, going back and forth until her ass was covered with crimson-colored imprints of his palm. Sometimes he would hit the same spot twice, each blow harder than the previous until she was gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying, even as each blow sent an arrow of sensation aimed straight between her legs.

  Finally, she counted the last smack, and tensed as she expected him to continue spanking her. But true to his word, he stopped at thirty and didn’t hit her again. Instead, she felt him use one hand to shift her thong to the side. Then his finger was driving through her slit, his finger gathering the juice that soaked her pussy. Jenny forgot about his rules and moaned loudly, bucking on his lap and grinding her thighs against his hand. Just a little more, and she could fi
nally come. Hell, if he shifted his fingers up a few inches, then one stroke was all she would need to orgasm.

  He slid his finger through her slit, and she began to pant, only to yell in frustration when he extricated his fingers from her dripping cunt and push her off his leg. He smiled at her, and then slowly licked the finger that had just come out of her pussy. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. It was also the most pleasant torture she had ever faced.

  “Back on your knees,” he commanded her, and she complied immediately. He nodded his head, then picked his plate and began to serve himself from the bowl in the middle of the table. The aroma of the food reminded her that the hunger between her legs was not the only one she had to worry about. When he was done serving his food, he picked up the fork on the table and looked at her.

  “I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind about eating dinner, have you?”

  “Yes, daddy, I have.”

  “Well, too bad. Because I did not think you wanted to eat, I did not set a place for you.”

  Jenny’s face fell, and she wondered how someone could be so cruel. It would seem like he was not willing to satisfy her in any regard, tonight. She watched as he began to eat, heaping forkfuls of spaghetti and chicken into his mouth, then teasing her as he slowly ate.

  “Unless,” he finally said after about three bites. “You don’t mind sharing my plate.”

  “No, daddy, I don’t mind,” she said.

  “In which case, you would have to work for it. It’s quite simple, actually. I ask you a question, and if I feel you answered it satisfactorily, you get a bite.”

  “Okay, daddy,” she said, kneeling up.

  “Your last job; why did you get fired?”

  The question was far from what she was expecting, and she was a bit slow in responding. He didn’t rush her, though, just picked up his fork and resumed eating.

  “Uhmm, I broke up with my boyfriend and had a mini-breakdown, sort of. So, I started showing up for work late, missing client orders and all sort of things. They let me go after I screamed at a woman who reminded me for the fifth time that I had not delivered her drink. I guess the breakup wrecked me more severely than I thought it did.”

  The answer she gave was honestly simple, but it was the first time she would admit to someone how miserable she had been after Barry broke up with her. Not even with herself had she been this brutally honest. And even though the ease with which she confessed this to Jason scared her, she felt relieved at having gotten it off her chest.

  He was quiet for a bit, and she found herself scared to look at his face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. When she finally did, she didn’t see the judgmental look she was expecting to see.

  “You are stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he simply said, then lifted the fork from the plate as he fed her. After that, he began to ask her more mundane questions, most of them just so he could make her smile. And he did make her smile, on multiple occasions. Like the time he asked who her favorite Spice Girl was, then feigned shock when she said she did not know. She smiled again when he asked her to sing the chorus to her favorite song, and laughed as she belted out the lyrics to Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’. Soon enough, the plate was almost empty, and Jenny was full. She suddenly realized this was the first time she had laughed in weeks, and the first time she could remember really enjoying herself for even far longer than that. Not even Barry had made her as happy as this. But then, their relationship was not built on fun, but on something more physical. And it was all because of the man she was kneeling in front of. He had made her angry, then spanked her, and now he was making her laugh even while he took care of her. And yes, that was the only way she could see it. He was taking care of her. Driving her home from work when her car broke down, offering her his auto service, and now feeding her. He used a napkin to dab at a corner of her lips. The action was so sweet, she got wet so fast. Her lashes lowered and she stared at him under a gaze that had gone smoky with lust.

  “The outfit,” he finally asked, “What do you use it for?”

  “To play games,” she answered him with voice that had gone thick, as the hunger between her legs started to pound. “With my former boyfriend.”

  “And what kind of games are you talking about?”

  “The kind where he ties me up and punishes me. Before fucking my brains out,” she added, looking to see if the last part would get a rise out of him. It didn’t. He just smiled as he handed her a glass of water.

  “And how did he punish you, this boyfriend of yours?”

  “Anyhow he wanted to. He spanked me, caned me, whipped me; anything he wanted to do to me he did, and I let him.”

  She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he was breathing just a bit faster than he was before.

  “Of course, you did,” he finally replied, then pushed the plate away from himself. “Strip,” he commanded her, using his hand to tell her to get on her feet. She pushed herself from the floor and stood on her feet, hooking one hand into the waistband of her skirt and slowly peeling it down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her as she straightened her body. And when she would have reached to unbutton her shirt, she suddenly found herself being pushed to the wall as he ripped off the shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. She barely had the time to form one single thought before his hands were on her breast. Finally, her nipples got the friction they had been begging for all day. His thumbs on the two aching points were rough and harsh. Her pussy got even wetter with every tug. And when he lowered his head and drew one of them into his mouth, Jenny could not help her sharp cry of pleasure. She lifted one hand and slipped it into his hair, anchoring herself as she felt a barrage of sensation traveling from his mouth, through her nipples and centering in between her legs. His teeth grazed a nipple, and then he bit hard on it, before sucking it in again. The onslaught of sensation had her rubbing her legs together, trying to gather enough friction between them to tip her over the edge. His teeth pulling harshly at her nipples was punishment enough, and she stopped.

  Then as if to make sure, he placed one hand between her legs and pushed them apart. Then his palms closed over her thong covering her pussy. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, his two hands slipped behind her to pull her flush against him. His cock pushed into her stomach, and Jenny wanted to wrap her hands, mouth or pussy around it. He rocked into her, making her feel the full imprint of the turgid organ.

  Then she felt him whisper in her ear. “And did you ever let him fuck you in the ass?”

  She shook her head. “No, we never did that. We tried to do it once, but I didn’t like it, so I begged him to stop.”

  But with the way she was feeling right now, she knew she would happily drop to her knees and lift her ass in the air if Jason told her it was the only way she was going to get his cock. Her capitulation would be even more shocking since she could tell even through the clothes that Jason’s cock was much larger than Barry’s.

  “Don’t worry, I promise you will enjoy it with me. I bet you would enjoy my cock anyhow I chose to give it to you right about now, wouldn’t you?”

  Jenny needlessly nodded, then fell quickly to her knees and could have wept with joy when she saw him reach for his belt. Within seconds, he was free of that and was pulling his pants down. His cock sprang out at her, and she swallowed when she saw the length and girth of him. There was no way that would fit into any of her.

  Then, she became silent, when his hand at the back of her neck urged her forward. Opening her mouth, she finally accepted his cock, moaning as the taste of his precum hit the back of her throat. She could not fit all of him into her mouth, and had to add her hand to stroke the part of him that her mouth could not get around. One hand cupped his balls, as she sucked and stroked him with her tongue, spit dripping out the sides of her mouth. His hand at the back of her head guided the tempo, and when he started to thrust harder into his mouth, she knew he was about to come. Using her lips to
keep a firm grip on his cock, she sucked him until the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her mouth. Then he was groaning loudly as he pushed himself balls-deep into her and ejaculated, his hot white cum shooting down her throat.

  She swallowed every drop of it, then sucked hard when he was done to make sure he was indeed dry. The sound of him panting above her was a badge of honor to her, and when he leaned against the wall to steady himself, Jenny patted herself on the back for a job well done. She was still horny and wet, still ready to come herself from the slightest contact. But she still couldn’t help but feel proud at how good she had given him head. She watched as he slowly removed his cock from her mouth and then tucked it back into his pants. She wondered how he was going to take care of her now, but was not too worried about that. At this point, all she needed was the slightest of touch from him and she was going to implode. Hell, the right words alone could probably set her off. But she could not do anything until he commanded her to, her pleasure solely dependent on his discretion.

  “You are still wet, aren’t you?” he asked, in voice that had gone even thicker than before.

  “Yes, daddy,” she replied, noting the way his eyes darkened when she called him that. It was obvious he was getting off on it, the same as her.

  “Good,” he said, checking to make sure that his clothes were okay. “It means you will be good and ready when I finally make you come with my mouth between your legs tomorrow.”

  Jenny blinked, repeating his word in her head. “Tomorrow? I don’t understand.” She looked really confused, and clung to Jason when he wrapped his hand around her waist and drew him to her.

  “You are to clear this table, and then go to bed. At no time should you attempt to make yourself come. Not with your hand, or a toy. Nothing. Do you understand?”

  She stared mutely at him, then nodded when his hands pressed down on her ass, reminding her of the spanking she had received earlier in the evening.

  “Use your words, Jenny,” he reminder her gently.