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

by Randi Alexander

  “Stanford is going to kick USC’s butt this weekend,” she remarked casually.

  Philip looked up from the business section. “I didn’t think you followed football.”

  She shrugged. “Only Stanford. I went to college there, remember?”

  His mouth quirked. “Yeah, I remember. And if you’ll remember, I went to USC.” He put down the paper and leaned forward to rest his forearms on the table. “I don’t mean to say anything bad about your alma mater, but they don’t stand a chance against USC.”

  “They do this season,” Jill insisted. “With the way they’re playing, there’s no way USC is going to win.”

  Across the table from her, Philip lifted a brow. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

  “You know it. In fact,” she added, leaning forward. “Why don’t we bet on it?”

  “Bet?”

  “Uh-huh. I’ll bet you anything that Stanford wins this weekend.”

  His dark eyes glinted. “Anything?”

  She lifted her chin. “Anything.”

  Jill held her breath as Philip regarded her in silence for a moment. What if her boyfriend didn’t go for it?

  “All right,” he told her. “If USC wins, you have to cook dinner and serve it to me wearing that sexy, little bra and the matching panties I gave you for Valentine’s Day.”

  Jill could barely hide her smile. The push-up bra and matching thong left very little to the imagination. It was absolutely perfect for what she had in mind.

  “Okay,” she agreed after a moment. “But only because I’m sure Stanford is going to win.”

  Her boyfriend chuckled. “Well, if by some miracle, they actually do win, what are going to propose I do?”

  It was tempting to tell her boyfriend that if USC won, she wanted him to spank her, but she had to reel him in slowly.

  “If Stanford wins, you have to clean out the garage like you’ve been saying you were going to do,” she said.

  The garage was where they had stored all of the junk they hadn’t known what to do with when they had moved in together. She couldn’t care less if they ever cleaned out the garage, but she had to ask for something.

  He lifted a brow, clearly expecting her to have said something else, but then he grinned. “You’re on.”

  Jill was so thrilled about the game—and the spanking she was sure she was going to get—that she could barely contain her excitement. And just to make certain she got a good one, she teased Philip unmercifully the whole week leading up to the game, reminding him of his part of the bargain.

  “You’d better get ready to do some cleaning, hon,” she told him that morning over breakfast. “Because USC is about to be majorly upset!”

  Her boyfriend laughed. “You’re pretty cocky for someone who’s going to be prancing around half-naked while she’s cooking dinner tonight.”

  Jill lifted her chin. “I prefer to think of it as being confident. In fact, I’m so confident Stanford is going to win I’m willing to raise the stakes.”

  His mouth twitched. “I’m already going to have you half-naked. What else could you possibly bet?”

  She hesitated, pretending to think about it. “I could give you a blow job.”

  He chuckled. “The whole point of a bet is that the loser has to do something they’d probably prefer not to. And I know for a fact that you like giving me blow jobs. So, let’s try to be a little more creative.”

  She gave him a pout. “Okay then. If USC wins, I’ll let you spank me.”

  Philip’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he grinned. “You’re on.”

  That had almost been too easy. Crap. What if Stanford won? USC had better be as good as Philip said they were.

  That afternoon, Jill joined Philip on the couch to watch the game. At first, she didn’t even know which team was Stanford, which made cheering difficult. On top of that, she knew next to nothing about football, so she had to listen carefully to the commentators. She almost screamed when Stanford was up at halftime. Dammit. What was she going to do if they actually beat USC?

  But after halftime, USC played much better, and Jill had to force herself not to cheer as they began to rack up the points. Instead, she forced herself to sit petulantly beside her boyfriend while he smiled smugly. By the end of the game, the score wasn’t even close, and she had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as a victorious USC celebrated their win.

  “Well,” Philip said. “You ready to pay up?”

  Jill looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Right now?”

  His mouth curved into a smile. “Right now. But first, go upstairs and change into the bra and panties I bought you.”

  She forced herself to walk slowly as she made her way over to the stairs. But the moment she was out of sight, she practically ran into the bedroom. Pulling off her shorts and T-shirt, she quickly changed into the bra and thong panties she’d agreed to wear. When she turned to look in the mirror, she was surprised to see her face flushed with excitement. She’d waited a long time for a spanking, and thanks to a silly college football game, she was going to get one.

  Reminding herself that she didn’t want to appear too eager, Jill slowed her steps as she neared the bottom of the stairs. Philip was sitting on the couch waiting for her, and he grinned as he took in her half-naked body.

  His dark eyes smoldering, he sat back and patted his lap. “Over my knee, sweetheart.”

  Heart beating wildly at the softly-spoken command, Jill slowly walked over to where her boyfriend sat. Kneeling on the cushion beside him, she obediently draped herself over his lap and waited. A moment later, she felt Philip rest his hand on her bare bottom, and despite how much she wanted this spanking, she jumped at his touch.

  “Don’t worry,” he told her softly. “I won’t spank you too hard.”

  Jill craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “A bet’s a bet, and you won. If I’d won, you’d be cleaning out the garage right now, so fair’s fair. You can give me the spanking I have coming to me.”

  Philip lifted a brow, but then corner of his mouth curved. “Now that I think about it, you have been obnoxious all week, going on and on about how Stanford is the better team, and how they were going to kick USC’s butt After how annoying you’ve been, I think you’ve earned yourself a hard spanking.”

  Pulse pounding, Jill turned around to rest her head on her arms. The main reason she hadn’t mentioned spanking to Philip before was because she wasn’t sure he’d go for the idea, but from everything she’d seen so far, she was beginning to think that she may have underestimated him.

  Despite his promise, the first smack he gave her wasn’t all that hard. Nevertheless, Jill still let out a startled, little gasp of surprise. The next spank—this time to her other cheek was a little harder than the first.

  “Owwwww!”

  Her boyfriend chuckled. “You said I should give you the spanking you have coming to you, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

  He smacked her bare ass again, even harder, and she squirmed.

  “Didn’t you?” Philip asked, giving her another hard smack.

  She bit her lip to stifle a yelp. “Yes.”

  “And you have to admit you’ve been acting obnoxious all week,” he said, his hand coming down again.

  Oh yes, she had definitely underestimated Philip. Not only had he totally bought into the whole spanking thing, but he’d fallen into the role of authoritarian more easily than she would have imagined. The scolding he was giving her was almost as much of a turn-on as the spanking.

  “You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he reminded her, giving her another sharp smack.

  She squealed. Damn, that had really stung. “Yes, I acted obnoxious.”

  His hand connected with her bottom again. “Not to mention that you rubbed it in every time Stanford scored a touchdown.” He chuckled. “By the time I’m finished spanking you, the phrase red zone is going to have a whole new meaning.”

  Jill vaguely kne
w that “red zone” had something to do with football, though she didn’t know what. She did have a pretty good idea what her boyfriend meant about giving the phrase a whole new meaning, though. She couldn’t wait for him to demonstrate.

  Somewhere along the way, her tiny thong panties got yanked down. Not that they provided much in the way of protection anyway. He moved back and forth, smacking first one cheek, then the other until her entire bottom was covered with stinging slaps. He even gave her several well-aimed smacks on her sit-spots.

  All Jill could do was yelp and kick her feet. God, what a turn-on! Her pussy had gone from tingling to soaking wet in just a matter of spanks. And if the hardness pressing against her hip was any indication, Philip was just as excited as she was.

  When he stopped, she opened her mouth to beg for more, only to let out a moan of pleasure as Philip gently squeezed her freshly spanked ass. That felt so damn good. And so did that, she thought as her boyfriend’s hand dipped between her legs. As he continued to squeeze her bottom with one hand at the same time he slid his finger into her pussy, she wondered absently when Stanford and USC played each other again…

  * * * * *

  “So now, it’s become kind of tradition for us,” Jill said when she’d finished her story. “Every time Stanford and USC play a game, I get a spanking, regardless of which team wins.”

  Once again, Haley was amazed. She’d always thought of Jill as the most conservative one in their little group, but after what she’d just heard, she was starting to think she was the boring one.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Across the room, Genevieve was regarding Jill with amusement. “Who knew you had it in you to be so devious.”

  Jill shrugged. “It just goes to show you to what lengths a girl will go to get a good spanking.”

  Hayley laughed. “Obviously. But since I don’t see myself challenging Conn to a bet any time soon, how am I going to get him to spank me?”

  “You could always try dropping little hints here and there,” Lyndsay suggested.

  “Or try to get yourself in trouble,” Monica added. “It worked for me.”

  Hayley’s lips curved. “But only because you had some help from Lyndsay.”

  “I think you should just the direct approach and talk to Conner about it,” Jill said. “Acting up and dropping hints is just going to confuse him and frustrate you.”

  Tell me about it. “But what am I supposed to do? Just walk up to him and tell him that I’d like him to spank me? I’d need to drink a heck of a lot more spiked eggnog for that.”

  “You don’t have to be that blatant about it,” Jill said. “There are some really good websites out there on spanking. Maybe you could show him one of those. You could say you came across it and found it interesting, then ask him what he thinks about it.”

  Hayley considered that. She’d had no idea there were websites about spanking. But despite the fact that showing one of them to her husband would obviously be much easier than talking to him about it, she still wasn’t sure she could do it.

  “You all make it sound so simple,” she said. “But what if he isn’t interested in it?”

  Before anyone could answer her question, the men came up from downstairs, interrupting their conversation.

  “So, what are you girls talking about?” Conner asked as he walked over to sit down beside Hayley.

  Hayley couldn’t hide the blush that crept into her cheeks at his question. “Just girl stuff,” she murmured, tucking her long hair behind her ear as he put his arm around her.

  If her handsome, dark-haired husband noticed her blushing, he didn’t mention it. Hayley thought about the stories her friends had told her, and she found herself imagining each of the girls getting spanked by their respective husbands or boyfriends. She blushed and forced herself to focus on the conversation instead.

  A little before midnight, the other couples announced they’d better head home, especially since the snow was sticking to the streets. Hayley refused to let them leave empty-handed, and insisted on making each of them a plate of cookies to take home. When she walked back into the living room a little while later, Genevieve was deep in conversation with Conner.

  “Are you two talking about me again?” Hayley teased as she handed the redhead the plate of cookies she’d made up.

  Genevieve laughed. “I was just telling Conner that he needs to watch you around the eggnog, You’re addicted to the stuff.”

  Hayley laughed, along with everyone else. After exchanging hugs all around, and a reminder from Hayley and Conner to be careful driving in the snow, the other couples left.

  Closing the door behind their guests, Conner pulled Hayley into his arms and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. A moment later, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took in her slender figure in the snug-fitting sweater, short skirt, and knee-high leather boots she wore.

  “That outfit of yours has been driving me to distraction all night,” he said huskily. “What do you say we clean up so I can take you to bed, sweetheart?”

  Listening to her friends’ spanking stories had gotten her so turned on, it was all she could do not to tear off her husband’s clothes right there and make love to him in the entryway.

  Hayley gave him a sexy smile. “Or,” she said, slowly running her finger down his chest to toy with the buckle of his belt. “We could just clean up tomorrow and go straight to bed instead.”

  Conn chuckled. “I like that idea even better,” he said, swinging her up in his arms and carrying her upstairs.

  * * * * *

  As Hayley lay in the curve of his arm in their big bed an hour later, she wished for the hundredth time that she could tell Conner about her desire to be spanked. She’d never realized how sensitive her bottom was. But every time her husband’s hand had even casually slid over her ass as they were making love, she caught her breath. As badly as she wanted to feel the sting of a spanking, though, she still couldn’t bring herself to ask him to give her one.

  But if she couldn’t ask her husband, how the heck was she ever going to get spanked? She considered the suggestions her friends had made earlier. Maybe Jill was right. Maybe it’d be easier to pretend she’d just stumbled onto spanking when she’d been looking around on the Internet. She could show Conner one of the websites and let him draw his own conclusions.

  Hayley snuggled closer to her husband and let herself drift off to sleep, still imagining what his hand would feel like as he spanked her bottom.

  * * * * *

  Hayley found herself thinking about spanking constantly. Sometimes, it’d be a passing thought, like when she imagined Conner giving her just a quick smack on the bottom as she got dressed in the morning. Other times, it would be a full-fledged fantasy.

  She’d imagine Conner spanking her in all sorts of different scenarios. One time, she’d be over his knee while he sat on one of the straight-backed chairs at the kitchen table. The next, she’d be bent over the bed with her panties down around her thighs while her husband reddened her bare bottom with a hairbrush. Once, she’d even fantasized about him spanking her in the shower. That one had gotten her so hot she’d had to stop what she was doing and slide her hands down her panties. She’d gone off like a rocket.

  Stifling a moan, she sat down with the laptop and looked on the internet for some spanking websites. She found everything from blogs to story sites to photos, and though she was both fascinated and excited by all of it, she still couldn’t work up the courage to show it to Conner. How exactly did a woman bring up the subject to her husband when she wasn’t even sure if he’d be interested? It’d be so much easier if he walked in and asked what she was looking at. But he was busy wrapping her Christmas presents in the living room.

  Hayley sighed and closed her laptop. Maybe she should just forget about the whole thing. Lots of people had fantasies they didn’t act out, right?

  * * * * *

  Hayley and Conner spent Christmas morning lazing in be
d together, but it wasn’t long before she couldn’t take the suspense anymore and dragged him downstairs to open the gifts. After that, it was off to his parents’ house for a visit before going to her parents’, where they spent the day and had Christmas dinner.

  By the time they got home later that evening, Hayley was ready to change into a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top, and relax on the couch with Conner. She thought he’d want to do the same, but her husband had other ideas.

  “First, you have to open the rest of your presents,” he said, taking her hand and leading her into the living room.

  Hayley did a double take. After all the wonderful, thoughtful gifts he’d given her that morning, he had more?

  Sitting her down on the couch, Conner walked over to the Christmas tree and reached underneath it. He came up with two boxes wrapped in colorful paper and topped with pretty bows. Where had those come from? She was sure they hadn’t been there that morning.

  Crossing the room, Conner handed her one of the packages, then sat down beside her. In the multi-colored lights of the Christmas tree, his blue eyes twinkled as he waited for her to open it.

  “But hon, I didn’t get you any other presents,” she protested.

  He chuckled. “That’s okay. These presents are really for the both of us anyway.”

  Now she was really curious. Eager to see what her husband had bought for her, Hayley took off the bow and tore open the paper. She smiled when she saw the signature pink box that came from her favorite lingerie store. Taking off the lid, she opened the pink tissue paper to reveal a sexy pair of black lace-trimmed panties and a matching bra. Fingering the soft, silky material, she gave her husband a smile.

  “They’re beautiful.” She leaned close to give him a kiss. “Thank you.”