12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

by Isabella Kole

  “I love you, Megan,” he said in a fierce tone. “It would kill me if anything happened to you. Don’t you understand that?”

  She gasped, and all her bravado faded. “You… you love me?”

  “Yes, goddammit.”

  Tears shone in her eyes. “I-I love you too, Warren. I know it’s crazy to feel this way so soon after we started a relationship, but I really and truly care for you. I’m happy you feel the same way.”

  Most of his anger dissipated. She loved him too. Thank God. But he wasn’t about to get off topic. The topic at hand was her misbehavior, and misbehaviors had consequences.

  “Young lady, I need you to understand that you cannot risk your safety. I won’t allow it. You could’ve been hurt.”

  She sighed and her shoulders slumped. “I know and I’m sorry. I suppose that’s something that’s really important to you, you know, given what happened to your wife. Look, I’m sorry, but I Googled you, Warren, and I found out some stuff about you. Like how your wife died and also about your house burning down last year. You’ve had some awful things happen to you and I’m so sorry. And I’m sorry if my actions today caused you to fear for my safety. It won’t happen again. Next time I see a robbery in progress, I will run the other way. Honest.” She took a deep breath after her confession and peered at him with a worried expression, as if fearing he would be mad she’d researched him before they started dating.

  But he wasn’t mad about that, not in the least. In fact, he admired that she’d had the foresight to do so. A pretty young girl like her alone in a new town ought to be careful with whom she spends her time. She got some safety points for that, but not enough to save her from a trip over his knee.

  He had to punish her. He had to make her understand, deep in her soul, that she belonged to him and he would not tolerate her taking any sort of risks when it came to her safety and wellbeing. She was his to take care of. The thought of any harm coming to her took his breath away like a hard punch to the stomach.

  “Megan, little girl,” he finally said, “you don’t have to apologize for Googling me. That’s looking out for yourself. For all you knew, I could’ve been a creep living across the hall from you. But confronting robbers is most definitely not looking out for yourself.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. I’m glad to hear it.” He grasped her upper arm and led her into her bedroom, where he promptly guided her into a corner. “You will stand here and think about your actions, young lady, with your nose to the wall until I return to deliver your punishment. You were naughty today, Megan, truly naughty, and I won’t stand for it. You’re going over my knee for a very long, very hard spanking on your bare bottom.”

  Chapter 4

  Megan didn’t know what to think.

  She felt guilty for displeasing Warren. Truth be told, she had taken a very big risk when she’d confronted the thieves. But did he really intend to spank her for it? As in a real punishment spanking? He’d spanked her playfully several times during the last week, but he had never truly punished her. Of course, she hadn’t exactly misbehaved until today.

  She kept her nose pressed into the corner and thought about all the horrible things that could’ve happened when she approached the criminals. He was right. They could’ve had weapons. They could’ve both attacked her. What if her taekwondo skills hadn’t been enough? Anything could’ve happened on the fifth floor. The thieves could’ve even pulled her into the apartment and done awful things to her that she didn’t even want to think about.

  Tears burned in her eyes. She’d really screwed up and she couldn’t blame Warren for being angry with her. But a spanking? Could she submit to a real disciplinary spanking from him? If they continued to date, would he spank her the next time she misbehaved?

  Despite the seriousness of the situation, she felt a warm pulse between her thighs and almost gasped. How could the prospect of a real disciplinary spanking turn her on? She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Warren enter the room until he cleared his throat.

  “Come here, Megan. It’s time for your punishment.”

  She turned and met his gaze. He no longer appeared livid. Instead, it was disappointment she saw in his dark eyes, and that broke her heart in a way she didn’t want to ponder. But she had no choice. She had to face the consequences for her actions. Warren planned to spank her and she supposed she had earned the chastisement.

  He reached out a hand to her. “I said come here. Don’t make me ask again, young lady.”

  She moved to his side, her entire body trembling with nerves. “Please, Warren,” she said, “I’m so sorry. You don’t have to spank me.” She couldn’t help but plead with him. Although she trusted him, there was a big part of her that feared her impending punishment. She had a feeling that a disciplinary spanking would be a lot harder than the funishment ones.

  He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m doing this because I care about you, young lady. Because I want to make sure you never risk your safety again. You will learn from it and you will survive it. I promise.”

  “But… it’s going to hurt. A lot.” She blinked hard as a tear cascaded down her cheek.

  Warren caught the tear with his thumb, gently brushing it away. “Yes, it will hurt. Real punishments are supposed to. But I know you can handle it, Megan. Now come, let’s get this over with.”

  He led her to the bed, where he sat on the edge and forced her to stand between his spread thighs. He shot her a scolding look. “Punishment spankings are always delivered on a bare bottom,” he said, pulling down her pants and panties until they rested around her ankles.

  She swallowed hard and allowed him to draw her down over his lap. He draped one leg overtop hers and held her securely against him. Her heart thudded in her ears. Remorse flowed through her. She wished she could go back in time and undo her foolish actions, no matter how well meaning they had been at the time.

  He cupped her bottom and gave it a firm squeeze. “This is going to be hard and fast. Grip the covers, please, and keep your hands out of the way like a good girl.”

  She obeyed, clutching the covers hard and dreading the first smack to her bottom. She held her breath, waiting, and tensed as Warren lifted his hand and delivered the first blow, a searing slap to her right cheek. The next smack landed on her left cheek, and he continued on, alternating back and forth between her bottom cheeks, giving her the hard spanking he had promised her.

  It wasn’t long before her tears flowed. She wasn’t crying simply from the pain though. She was mostly crying because she realized she had indeed done something dangerous and in the process she had disappointed Warren, the very man who meant the world to her. Because of him, she was having the best holiday she’d had in years. Because of him, she wasn’t lonely anymore. He was kind, smart, handsome, and he cared about her enough to correct her behavior. Though the spanking hurt, he wasn’t a cruel man and he wasn’t delivering it in anger. He had calmed down while she stood in the corner contemplating her actions.

  She stopped trying to hold back her tears and allowed herself to cry. He held her tight over his lap, giving her a series of hard blows to the very tops of her thighs, where her flesh was especially tender. She cried out and couldn’t help but struggle as he administered those harsh smacks.

  “Are you learning your lesson yet, little girl?” he asked, pausing to rub her bottom.

  “Yes!” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Good.” He lifted his hand. “Ten more to go and then we’re finished. These will be the hardest yet.”

  Hardest yet, indeed. She gasped or cried out with each blow, her bottom aflame with the ceaseless stinging pain. She would never risk her safety again. Not for the rest of her life. She only hoped Warren still wanted her after this. What if he decided she was too much trouble?

  Once the final slap landed, he gathered her up in his arms, holding her tight. She cried into his chest, feeling loved and protected in his embrace, ev
en as fresh doubts about their relationship arose in the background of her mind.

  Warren kissed the top of Megan’s head and held her tighter.

  “Shh, it’s all right,” he said in a soothing tone. “It’s over now, little girl. You took your punishment well. I’m very proud of you.”

  She withdrew partway from his embrace and peered at him in confusion. “Y-you’re proud of me?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “You don’t think I’m bothersome? Or too much trouble?”

  “Not at all. I love you.” He stroked her hair. “Wherever did you get the idea I would think you’re bothersome or too much trouble?”

  She opened her mouth but hesitated, a sad look entering her gaze.

  “Tell me,” he said in a gentle tone. “Please.”

  “My ex-fiancé always said I was bothersome. He got mad a lot because he said I called and texted him too much. Even if I only called or texted him once a day, or once every other day, he still claimed it was too much. He worked a lot and said I was distracting him.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you, Megan. That asshole didn’t deserve you. He’s also the stupidest man on the whole planet for not realizing what an absolute treasure you are.”

  She sniffled and wiped at her face. “There you go again, saying something really sweet. You’re going to make me cry even more.”

  He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and pressed it to her face. She tried to take it from him to do it herself, but he playfully swatted her hand away so he could tend to her needs himself. He liked taking care of her and he hoped they had many happy years ahead of them.

  “Well, it’s true,” he said. Then he decided he had best be honest with her. “You’re the first woman I’ve dated since my wife’s passing. I’ve spent the last few years pushing everyone away, trying to submerge myself in teaching and in my work, researching and writing history books just to quiet the storm in my mind. But the first time I saw you, my mind became quieter than it’s been in a long time. The first time I saw you, the world suddenly made sense again. I wanted you from the first moment our eyes met.”

  “Oh, Warren, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” More tears escaped her eyes and he was quick to dry them. She smiled and cupped the side of his face, running her thumb over his beard. “Thank you for telling me that.”

  He gathered her to his chest and resumed stroking her hair and rubbing her back. She gave a sigh of contentment and wrapped her arms around his waist. She meant the world to him, and he was so thankful to spend the holidays with her. Just the two of them.

  After a long while of holding her, she started to squirm around. He didn’t think she was only squirming because of her sore bottom, but sensed her desire was growing. When he reached between her legs, he discovered she was soaking wet.

  She peered up at him, her eyes bright and her face flushed with excitement. “I think,” she said with a shy smile, “that perhaps we ought to properly make up.”

  He kissed her then, hard and possessively, until they were both panting and breathless. They spent the rest of the day in one another’s arms, snuggling and kissing and making love until midnight arrived, when the town’s church bells heralded the arrival of Christmas day.

  The End.

  Sue Lyndon

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  Decking His Halls

  12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

  Stella Grace

  Chapter 1

  Maggie strolled down the Christmas aisle with her shopping cart looking at the various items displayed on the shelves. It looked like Santa threw up red and green all over the aisle. It was the week of Thanksgiving and even though she had a personal rule not to look at Christmas items until after Thanksgiving, she had disobeyed her inner parent and detoured down the aisle. Now she was trying to rationalize a budget for herself so she could splurge a little on some of the items that made her giddy. She could hold off on the phone bill one more week and allow herself another $75 to spend. It wouldn’t be late if she paid the bill on Friday.

  She reached out and felt the faux fur tree skirt, running her hands across the soft white surface. She needed a new tree skirt. Her old one was torn last year when she tried to remove the tree and it caught on the skirt. Should she get a traditional red and green one, or the plaid one? Or that beautiful faux fur at the end of the aisle? She looked at the price tags and decided she had enough for the faux fur. She slid it off the hook and placed it in her cart. Then she saw the cute little Christmas sign and after looking at the price, threw it in the cart as well.

  Before she spent any more money and regretted it when her phone was shut off, she rushed out of the aisle and found a spot in one of the many checkout lines. She pulled out her wallet while the older man in front of her unloaded his items on the conveyor belt.

  “Let’s put it this way, Amy, if it isn’t completed in the next hour the deal is off. Is that clear?” She heard an assertive male’s voice from behind her. To be polite, she moved her cart forward while reaching for the divider, then tried to fit some of her items on the belt, leaving room for the authoritative man behind her.

  “Amy, I don’t have time to play back and forth. I gave you my price. Make it happen or I’ll go to another dealership.” He continued to lecture the poor woman on the phone.

  Curiosity got the best of Maggie and she turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him, sighing under her breath when her eyes landed on a strikingly attractive well dressed man in his mid to late thirties. She hadn’t expected such a gorgeous man and was surprised someone of his status was even shopping at Walmart to begin with.

  He stood tall, his stature indicating he saw a gym at least three times a week, if not more. His shirt sat on his broad shoulders as if it was tailored for him. He was rummaging through the items in his cart and happened to look up when Maggie stole her glance.

  Their eyes met for a brief moment and Maggie could have sworn he winked, before she turned around, embarrassed, and glued her eyes on the aging man in front of her.

  The phone conversation continued behind her. “Amy, I’m standing at a checkout line in Walmart, something I never do. We can discuss this when I get in my car. Make it happen. I’ll call you back.”

  Maggie heard the call end and her shoulders suddenly felt heavy when she instinctively knew his eyes were on her. Why couldn’t she run into him when she was dressed up or ready to go out? No, instead she runs into a man like him when she’s wearing her holey jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. At least she had brushed her long brunette hair before she’d rushed out the door.

  “You’re actually buying Christmas things?” the man asked from behind her.

  Not believing he was speaking to her, Maggie ignored him, her cheeks growing flush and her body suddenly hot. She focused on placing her things on the belt and made sure not to look back. Then his well defined arm reached across her items to grab the divider and he brought his gaze into her vision.

  “Did you hear me?” he asked, making it impossible to ignore him.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. You were on the phone so I assumed you were talking to them,” she admitted, glancing quickly at him, then away with a shy smile. She was way out of his league and even small conversation felt very awkward.

  “No, I was aski
ng you why you’re buying Christmas things so early,” he clarified, placing a case of water and several cases of beer on the belt.

  Maggie turned to him and smiled. “Why not?” she answered.

  “I hate Christmas. I have to throw this huge party every year, but they don’t realize that I have to coordinate the whole damn thing, down to decorations. I hate it,” he answered, surprising Maggie with the depth of his admission, his voice deep and somber.

  “What a shame. I love to decorate for Christmas. I even help with our office party. It’s not much, maybe twelve people come, but it’s still fun,” she answered as she turned her attention to the cashier who had started to ring up her selections.

  “Then you should decorate for mine,” he told her as the cashier finished scanning her last item.

  Maggie looked at him politely, somewhat startled by his statement. The cashier announced her total, breaking her train of thought. Maggie looked at the cashier in front of her and realized she didn’t have enough money. She was trying to understand how she’d gone over, while being distracted by her reaction to the man behind her. Her cheeks went pale and she struggled to compose herself.

  “I’m sorry, what was the total again?” she asked the cashier, who turned the screen toward Maggie with a smile as she restated the total. Maggie dug out all of the cash in her wallet, then looked at her items. “Can you remove the tree skirt?” Maggie asked politely, glancing nervously at the man behind her. How embarrassing.

  “No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll get it,” the man told the cashier, side stepping in front of Maggie to insert his card into the machine.

  Before Maggie could grasp what was happening, the man had finalized the transaction, helped the cashier load her bags into her cart and handed her the receipt. Maggie stood there, mouth wide open and unable to compose any words. She gathered herself for a second then remembered her manners. “Thank you so much. Here, you can take my cash,” she told the man as he was paying for his own things.