12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

by Isabella Kole

  “I… It’s difficult not to enjoy it, Warren,” she finally replied, “when I can feel your hard cock beneath me.” She gave a slight wiggle and purposely ground herself against his stiff manhood.

  Satisfaction hummed through her when his breath caught. But his visage remained stern and he lifted his hand again, preparing to deliver another smack.

  “That’s quite naughty of you to try distracting me during your punishment, young lady.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, and her heart fluttered at his playful dominance. “Any more wiggling from you, Megan, and I will not hesitate to pull your pants and panties down and deliver the rest of your spanking on your bare bottom.”

  Chapter 2

  After five more light swats, Megan couldn’t resist.

  She squirmed.

  Not only did she squirm and press herself against Warren’s hardness, but she twisted so hard she practically wiggled her butt at him. His threat to spank her on the bare was too good to resist. She wanted to feel his warm huge palm cracking down on her bare bottom cheeks. And once her spanking was over… well, she would already be partially undressed. It would only make sense to get the rest of the way naked. Warren, too. She couldn’t wait to watch him strip off his festive red sweater and especially his pants.

  “Naughty girl,” he said sternly, tugging on the waist of her yoga pants. “You asked for this.” He proceeded to bare her completely, and though she hungered for his touch, she couldn’t help the shame that heated her face as he saw her naked for the first time.

  She froze and for several seconds worried that she’d made a mistake. Maybe things were moving too fast between them. Who lets someone spank them only minutes after their first kiss?

  But the moment his hand cracked across her bare bottom, her doubts fled. He paused and caressed the cheek he’d just struck, kneading her flesh and rubbing her all over, even the top of her thigh. He moved to her other cheek and gave it the same treatment, swatting it and then massaging. His hand was magic and she couldn’t help the deep moan that escaped her lips.

  She detected the warmth of her arousal on her inner thighs. She was getting very, very wet as he spanked her. She struggled to take in air as he continued on, swatting and rubbing, until eventually he pushed his hand between her legs, forcing her to spread herself apart. The deepest ache she’d ever known pulsed hard and hot, and she held her breath, waiting for the moment he would touch her throbbing pussy.

  “Little girl,” he said, his fingers tracing through the moisture that had trickled onto her inner thighs, “you are soaking wet.”

  She lifted her bottom up, expecting him to delve his fingers through her increasing moisture, but to her dismay he quickly pulled her panties and yoga pants back up. Then he helped her to sit next to him on the couch. Her heart started sinking. Had she done something wrong?

  But no. When her eyes met his, she saw pleasure flaming in his dark depths. Why had he stopped then?

  She folded her hands in her lap, flushed red hot, and felt a tad awkward. She’d been so sure they were about to jump into bed together. Her pussy was still pulsing and her breasts felt heavier than usual, her nipples so hard they practically burned for his touch.

  He placed a finger beneath her chin, not allowing her to glance away. “I’m a possessive man, Megan,” he said. “I know once I claim you, I’ll never let you go. You’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

  Her insides quivered with pleasure. She squirmed in place, unable to help herself. His words made her hot all over and caused the quickening in her womanly core to deepen even further. She had probably not only soaked her panties while sitting here, but her yoga pants as well. She’d never been more turned on in her life. “I-I understand, Warren,” she finally said. “I want you. Very much. I’ve been crushing on you for weeks and didn’t realize you’d noticed me that much.”

  Amusement lit in his eyes. “How could I not notice you?” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

  She almost laughed at his statement, until she saw the honesty reflecting in his gaze. He thought she was beautiful. A rush of warmth assailed her, and her throat tightened with emotion. One of the reasons she’d so readily accepted the art curator job in town, aside from it being her dream job, was because it was far away from Florida. Far away from the pain of a failed engagement and all the baggage that came with it. Two months ago, she’d moved here, not knowing a single person in town, because she’d desperately needed a fresh start. She hadn’t expected to meet someone so quickly, but she wasn’t sorry she had. Tears started burning in her eyes, but she blinked them away before he noticed.

  “Thanks, Warren. You’re really sweet.” She cupped the side of his face, loving the feel of his beard.

  He leaned closer. “Sweet? There’s nothing sweet about what I’m planning to do to you, little girl. By the time I’m finished claiming you, you’ll be lucky if you can walk straight.” He forced her chin higher. “Your pussy is mine.”

  A shudder ran through her. No man had ever talked to her this way before. His brazen words left her tingling all over. Her entire body came alive and she craved him beyond all reason.

  Your pussy is mine.

  She didn’t even know how to respond to that. His words of ownership echoed in her mind, and before she realized what she was doing, she whispered, “Yes, sir,” as if it was the most natural response in the world.

  Pleasure flared in his eyes.

  “Sir,” he said thoughtfully. “I believe the spanking has done you some good.”

  She flushed at his mention of her punishment. Though the spanking had been delivered in a playful manner, her bottom still burned and the power dynamic between them had shifted. She felt like a naughty little girl who’d better behave or her teacher would spank her.

  At that moment, her phone started ringing. She turned her head briefly, but decided to ignore it. Whoever called wasn’t taking no for answer, however, and it kept ringing over and over again.

  She sighed. “That’s probably my mother calling. I should probably talk to her soon so she doesn’t think I got stranded in the snow somewhere.”

  Warren’s phone started buzzing a second later. “And that’s probably my brother calling.” He stroked her hair. “Perhaps we ought to take a quick break and update our families.”

  “Sounds good. I just need five minutes.”

  He pulled out his buzzing phone. As both of them stood up, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She melted at the gentle feel of his lips against her flesh. Her heart danced when he gave her an impassioned look.

  “I’ll be back in five minutes, little girl.”

  Warren reluctantly left Megan’s apartment and entered his, wanting to give her privacy to speak with her family. He answered his phone and sure enough, it was his brother, Alan.

  “I just heard the airport near you closed down. Looks like one hell of a storm. I’m sorry you can’t make it,” Alan said.

  “I’m sorry too,” Warren replied, though in truth, he wasn’t very sorry. Spending the holidays with Megan appealed a whole lot more. “Listen, I’m helping a neighbor with something and have to go. Tell Sharon ‘Merry Christmas’ for me and I’ll try to Facetime you all on Christmas morning.”

  Once he ended the call with his brother, Warren checked the time. Four more minutes. His cock still ached from when Megan had gyrated herself against him while he’d been spanking her. His palm tingled from the swats he’d delivered to her perfect little bottom. He couldn’t wait to pull her pants down again, whether for a spanking or for other activities.

  He rushed into his bedroom and pulled open drawers until he found a condom. He shoved it into his pocket and strode back to his entryway, where he checked the time again. He didn’t plan to be a second late. She had exactly five minutes before he barged across the hallway and took what was his.

  After a few seconds of waiting, he ran back to his bedroom and gra
bbed an entire handful of condoms, shoving as many as he could fit into his pocket. One time with Megan wouldn’t be enough.

  He returned to the entryway, then glanced around his apartment. He always felt lonely here, but he had no one to blame for that but himself. It had been three years since Hailey’s tragic death. It was past time to move on. Christmas had been his late wife’s favorite holiday, and being in Megan’s festive apartment calmed his soul in a way he hadn’t imagined possible. And her cheerful, though often shy, demeanor called to him, bringing up his protective instincts.

  He now realized most of her shyness around him over the last few weeks had probably been due to her crush on him. Had he known she felt the same as him, he would’ve put the moves on her weeks ago. But better late than never.

  By the time he was finished with her today, there would be no doubt in her mind to whom she belonged.

  He stared at his watch. Thirty fucking seconds and she would be his.

  He slipped into the hallway. When the minute hand struck the twelve, he knocked loudly on her door. She opened it at once, as if she’d been standing there waiting for him. His heart warmed at the thought.

  A slight smile lifted her lips and her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Hello, Warren. Won’t you come in?”

  It was then that he noticed she was wearing a thin, short red nightie, trimmed with white. Holy fuck. She looked amazing. His cock hardened further as he entered her apartment. Just as he reached for her, she jumped onto her tiptoes and placed a Santa hat on his head.

  She giggled. “I found that in the closet. Matches your sweater perfectly, wouldn’t you say?”

  He touched the hat and peered down into her soft blue gaze. “I would say that you’d better watch out, young lady, because Santa knows you’ve been a naughty, naughty little girl this year.”

  A pretty flush enveloped her face. She bit her bottom lip as she fidgeted in place, looking downright adorable in her faux nervousness. “I tried very hard to be a good girl this year, Santa, but it was so hard,” she said, playing along. “Wha-what are you going to do?”

  “Well, I’m here to hand out coal and ass whoopings.” He cupped her bottom. “And I’m all out of coal.”

  She laughed. “You stole that! I saw that on a meme!”

  “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to get an ass whooping, little girl. And a very hard one at that.”

  “Oh, Santa,” she breathed in a dramatic voice, “you’re so strict!”

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked. “The naughtiest girls receive their spankings in their bedrooms.”

  She nodded toward the hall that led past the kitchen. “That way.”

  He grasped her hand and led her down the hall at a fast pace, eager to finally make her his. Once he closed the bedroom door, she shuddered and peered up at him, her face flushed and her chest rising and falling quickly. Her hardened nipples peeked through the thin material of her nightie. God, she was sexy. He couldn’t wait to strip her naked and touch and kiss every inch of her luscious little body.

  He guided her into the center of the bedroom, then stepped back and folded his arms across his chest as he glared down at her. “Megan Marie Anderson, you are on Santa’s naughty list this year. Only the most ill behaved little girls end up on my naughty list, I’ll have you know. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He wasn’t normally this playful, but something about Megan brought out his jolly side.

  “My middle name is Lynn,” she said in an impertinent tone.

  “Don’t you change the subject, young lady. You’re in enough trouble as it is already.”

  A look of nervousness fell upon her and she started fidgeting again, twisting her hands in front of herself as she avoided his gaze. “I’m sorry, Santa. I-I promise to try better next year. Do you really have to spank me? I’ve already had one spanking today and my bottom is a bit sore.” She reached back and rubbed her ass, a cute pout taking over her face.

  “You’re getting a spanking, young lady, and that’s final.” He sank down on the edge of her bed and tapped his thigh. “Place yourself over my lap.” It had been a long fucking time since he’d role-played with a woman, so long he could hardly remember it. But it felt natural with Megan. He wasn’t forcing it and neither was she.

  When she moved forward and obediently placed herself over his lap, desire gripped him. Was there any greater pleasure than having a pretty young woman laying bottoms up over his lap?

  “Good girl.” He rubbed her bottom, overtop the soft red fabric of her nightdress. But when he lifted the nightie up, he found she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her bare bottom, slightly pinkened from her earlier spanking, greeted him. “It’s no wonder you’re on Santa’s naughty list,” he said. “What a naughty girl you are, not wearing any panties.”

  “S-sorry, S-santa.” Her voice hitched as she spoke, breathless lust threading her words.

  “Not as sorry as you’re about to be.” He waited for her to peer over her shoulder and meet his eyes. “Do you have any idea how hard Santa spanks naughty little girls?”

  She emitted a small gasp and shook her head. “H-how hard?”

  “So hard you won’t be sitting comfortably until New Year’s. Now, hold still. Santa has to teach you a lesson.”

  Sexy, kinky spanking was Megan’s new favorite thing.

  The sound of slaps filled her bedroom as Warren spanked her soundly. It stung, and he was spanking her harder than he had earlier, but she loved every second of it. She had no doubt that if she truly wished him to stop that he would honor her request and let her up. But she wasn’t begging him to stop. Not in the least. She kept lifting her bottom and accepting each swat, even the especially hard blows that landed on the very tops of her thighs.

  Her pussy was drenched. She could feel moisture sliding from her core, the evidence of her immense arousal coating her inner thighs. She wiggled slightly every now and then, wanting to feel Warren’s hard cock beneath her, and when she moved she felt the wetness sliding between her legs.

  “Naughty girl,” he scolded in the midst of the spanking. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

  For a reason she couldn’t fathom, him telling her she ought to be ashamed of herself made her pussy pulse even hotter. She parted her thighs with her next wiggle, hoping to entice Warren to touch this part of her. She’d never ached so fervently before. As much as she was enjoying the spanking, if he didn’t touch her pussy soon she was going to burn up.

  To her relief, he paused her discipline and started caressing her sore bottom cheeks. She moaned and whimpered as his fingers traveled closer and closer to her sex. When finally – at long last – he swiped along the seam of her pussy, she shuddered in his arms.

  “So wet,” he said, “and so naughty. Santa isn’t finished with your lesson yet. Get onto the bed, young lady, and keep your legs spread wide.”

  He helped her stand briefly and then crawl onto the bed. As instructed, she rested atop the covers with her thighs parted wide to reveal her bare pussy. She’d just had it waxed, and a quick glance down showed her nether folds gleamed with her arousal.

  Warren rose from the bed and started undressing. She stared at him unblinkingly while he removed his shoes, pants, sweater, as well as his undershirt, until he wore nothing but a pair of tightie whities and the Santa hat. Be still my heart.

  Then he bent to retrieve a handful of something from his pants pocket. He proceeded to toss several condoms onto the bedside table. Her heart raced. They were really going to do this. And not just once, but multiple times. God, how she wanted him inside her, pounding deep. Claiming her as his.

  She squirmed on the bedcover, her bottom still stinging from the spanking. Correction – spankings. He’d disciplined her twice today, and the thought of being over his knee brought a fresh flush to her face. She had a feeling he was about to ruin her for all other men, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wanted him – so badly her vision was starting to blur, her pussy was a
ching that hard.

  She gave her head a slight shake and studied the masculine perfection that was Dr. Warren Kingsley. A smattering of silver hair covered his muscular chest. She’d never liked the smooth-shaven chest look on a guy and seeing that his natural chest hair matched his beard and the hair atop his head made her lick her lips with anticipation. She decided then and there that she wanted to be Mrs. Silver Fox.

  He shot her a predatory look and shed the tightie whities, tossing them to the floor.

  His cock was… huge. Porn star huge. She felt her eyes grow wide as she stared at his hard manhood, jutting out from a center of salt and pepper curls. Oh, dear God. She seriously wanted to run her hands all over his chest hair as well as the hair further south. He was the manliest man she’d ever seen naked and he was about to claim her. Excited flutters rose in her stomach and her pulse quickened, her blood heating as he crawled onto the bed and situated himself atop her.

  “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet, little girl?”

  Biting her lip, she shook her head. “No, Santa, I don’t think I have. You might have to be… rough with me.” She fought back a smile. “I’m sure that would teach me to behave.”

  His eyes flashed and he tilted his head to the side. “Indeed. But first,” he said, pulling the tie along the low-cut neck of her nightie, “we need to get you naked. I want you completely unclothed and vulnerable as I’m administering your lesson, young lady.”

  A shiver ran down her spine. She lifted her arms as he drew the nightie off her, leaving her entirely naked. Perhaps it was his use of the word, but she indeed felt vulnerable as he stared at her, his eyes roving over her as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.