by Paige Tyler
All She Wants for Christmas
Paige Tyler
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All She Wants for Christmas
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Chapter One
Hayley Knowles loved everything about Christmas, from decorating the house to shopping for gifts to baking cookies. She especially loved the party that she and her husband, Conner, held every year. It wasn't a huge gathering or anything like that, just a small get-together with their closest friends, but they always had the best time.
Not that any of them really needed an excuse to hang out together, Hayley thought with a smile as she listened to her girlfriends talking about what they had gotten their significant others for Christmas. Since all of the men had gone off to play pool in the game room downstairs, there was no chance of the women being overheard, so the girls could all talk freely.
Hayley and the other girls had been best friends from the moment they'd met in grade school. Somehow, they had managed to keep their friendship strong through high school and college, and when they had all graduated and come back to Seattle after getting their degrees, they had picked up right where they'd left off. Even though they now all had boyfriends and husbands, they still spent a lot of time together.
Two of her friends, Lyndsay and Monica, sat on the other end of the big sectional couch from Hayley, sipping spiked eggnog. Petite with dark-hair and brown eyes, both girls looked so much alike that they could have been sisters. They acted like sisters, too, which made Hayley sometimes wonder if the two girls had been separated at birth.
She let her gaze move to her other friend, Genevieve, who was curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs, a glass of wine in her hand. The tall, slender redhead was as fiery as her hair color suggested. Outgoing and often outrageous, it seemed like she was always doing something wild. If it wasn't rock climbing, then it was scuba diving, or hang gliding, or something else equally adventurous. Most recently she had taken up skydiving with her current boyfriend, Chase. Now that was one thing Hayley could honestly say she had never had the urge to try.
If Genevieve was the thrill-seeker, then Hayley's other friend, Jill, was the complete opposite. Always calm and dependable, the blond was the most mature of the group. Which was probably why she was the one they all went to when they needed advice, Hayley thought.
As she sipped her eggnog, Hayley realized that the conversation had gone from what they were all giving their boyfriends and husbands for Christmas to what they hoped their boyfriends and husbands were going to give them.
"Monica and I were just talking about that the other day," Lyndsay said. "And we've decided that we'd really like to just drop the kids at our parents' so that our husbands can pamper us for an entire day. Breakfast in bed, followed by a bubble bath for two, then a nice, long full-body massage, and a romantic candlelit dinner."
Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Sounds boring to me."
"That's just because Lyndsay forgot to mention the part about the mind-blowing sex," Monica said. "We'd get to that part at some point!"
The redhead shook her head. "If you're going to ask for the perfect Christmas present, then you need to think big. I'd want Chase to whisk me off to a private island somewhere, rub my naked body down with oil, and then make love to me for hours on end out on the beach while the waves roll over us."
When Hayley and the other girls laughed, Genevieve gave them a disbelieving look.
"Come on," she said. "I can't be the only one who has kinky Christmas wishes!"
Hayley felt herself blush at that and hastily sipped her eggnog so that her friends wouldn't see how red her face was. She wouldn't exactly call making love on the beach kinky, at least not compared to the fantasies she'd been having lately. Just thinking about them made her pulse quicken.
"Well," Jill said, giving them a mischievous smile. "I've been thinking about how much fun it would be if Philip tied me up and had his way with me!"
Hayley almost choked on her eggnog at the words. She wasn't the only one staring at the blond-haired girl in disbelief, either. Lyndsay, Monica, and Genevieve all looked just as surprised by the other girl's admission.
"You have to be kidding," Monica said.
Jill shrugged. "What can I say? There's just something that turns me on at the thought of being bound and helpless and totally at my lover's mercy."
Hayley could only gaze at the other girl in wonder. Well, this was definitely a side of her normally reserved friend that she'd never seen before.
"So," Genevieve said, sipping her wine. "What about you, Hayley? What's your kinky Christmas fantasy?"
Hayley shifted on the couch, suddenly extremely aware of her friends looking at her. "Um..." she stammered. "I don't really have any."
Jill laughed. "You must," she insisted. "We all do!"
Hayley tucked her long, blond hair behind her ear with a shrug. "Nope. I'm pretty boring, I'm afraid."
"I find that hard to believe," Genevieve scoffed.
"Me, too," Monica said. "Come on, Haley. We all told what we want for Christmas. How about you?"
Beside the other girl, Lyndsay was grinning. "You know we're going to wear you down you until you tell us."
Hayley couldn't help but laugh. She normally wouldn't have succumbed to their friendly pressure, but the rum in the eggnog had her feeling much less inhibited than usual.
"Okay, but you have to promise that you won't think I'm weird," she said, and then hurried on before she lost her nerve. "I'd like Conn to spank me. I mean, I've never been spanked before, so I'm not really sure if I'd even like it, but every time I think about him putting me over his knee, I get so excited."
Hayley held her breath as she waited for her friends to say something, but they were all staring at her in astonishment. She felt her face go red.
"Oh God!" she moaned. "You do think I'm weird! Forget I said that, okay?"
Jill shook her head. "We don't think you're weird at all," she said. "At least I don't. I'm just surprised. Not by the fact that you get turned on by the thought of Conner spanking you, I mean, but that you've never been spanked before."
"Me, too," Lyndsay and Monica said in unison.
Genevieve nodded over the rim of her wine glass.
Hayley looked at them incredulously. "Wait a minute. All of you gotten spanked by a guy before?"
The other girls all nodded.
"You've really never been spanked?" Lyndsay asked.
Hayley shook her head. "Never," she said,
and then frowned. "So, I guess that means I really am weird since it seems that I'm the only one who's never had my bottom reddened."
Her lips forming into a pout, she grabbed a snowman-shaped sugar cookie from the plate on the coffee table and took a bite as she curled her feet under her. How could she be the only one missing out?
Hayley had first discovered her secret desire to be spanked several months ago. She had been flipping through a fashion magazine at the hair salon when an article had caught her eye. It had been a story about fulfilling your wildest bedroom fantasies, and though she had skimmed through most of it, she had stopped when she'd come to the part about spanking. Many modern women, it said, found being put over their lover's knee for a spanking incredibly arousing. Admittedly, Hayley had been shocked at the idea at first, but the more she'd thought about it, the more intrigued she had become by the notion of getting spanked.
In fact, she had been so wrapped up in the fantasy of Conner spanking her that she barely remembered talking to the stylist while the girl had done her hair. Since then, the thought had refused to go away, and she found herself daydreaming about the subject all the time. But she could never see herself asking her husband to spank her; it would be too embarrassing.
"So, why didn't any of you ever tell me that you were into spanking?" she asked after a moment.
Jill shrugged. "I guess we all assumed that you had done it, too."
Hayley's brow furrowed. "Well, I haven't. And now that I know you girls have all done it, I'm jealous," she said. "So, tell me what it's like."
Her friends all looked at each other as much as if to say "Who wants to go first?" After a moment, Genevieve finally spoke.
"The first time I got spanked was my sophomore year in college," she said. "It was my birthday and my boyfriend Brad was taking me out to dinner to celebrate..."
Genevieve was just trying to decide which top to wear with the cute new mini-skirt she'd bought at the mall that afternoon when Brad knocked on the door. Glancing at her watch, she was stunned to see that it was already almost seven o'clock. Her boyfriend did have a thing about being prompt, she thought. Which sometimes made her wonder how they ever got together in the first place, since she was always running late. Hanging the top that she'd been thinking about wearing back in the closet, she hurried across her dorm room to answer the door.
Dressed in slacks and a sport coat, and looking like he'd just stepped off a fashion runway somewhere, Brad looked as gorgeous as he always did, and Genevieve felt her pulse skip a beat at the sight of him. Taking a step closer, she went up on tiptoe to greet him with a kiss.
"You're early," she said when she drew away.
"Apparently," he said, taking in her half-naked form appreciatively.
Not the shy type, Genevieve didn't mind walking around in a bra and panties in front of her boyfriend. He had seen her naked before, after all. She threw him a quick glance over her shoulder as she crossed the room to her closet. "I'm still trying to decide what I want to wear," she said.
"Well, you'd better decide fast," her boyfriend said. "Our reservation is at eight, and it takes almost an hour to get to the restaurant."
Genevieve nodded as she put on her skirt, but ten minutes later, she still hadn't picked out a top. Even though the skirt was a simple black one, she couldn't seem to find anything to wear with it. Annoyed with herself for not buying a top to match, she put her hands on her hips and let out a loud sigh of frustration. Maybe her roommate would have something she could borrow.
"Just wear anything," Brad told her, not bothering to hide the impatience from his voice.
She whirled around to glare at him. "I can't just wear anything!" she told him. "It has to match!"
He lifted a brow. "You're wearing a black skirt, Genevieve," he said dryly. "Everything goes with black. Besides you always look beautiful in whatever you wear."
Muttering something insulting about men and their lack of fashion sense under her breath, Genevieve started to turn back to the closet when Brad caught her arm and turned her around to face him.
"I was going to do this after we got back," he said. "But I don't think it can wait."
Her brow furrowed as he led her across the small dorm room. "Brad, what are you...?" she began, only to let out a startled little gasp when he sat down on the bed and put her over his knee.
Genevieve immediately tried to push herself up, but a strong hand on her back held her in place, and she could do no more than lay there with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air while her boyfriend scolded her.
"I was just going to give you a playful birthday spanking, but considering that you've made me sit here and wait for so long, I think you need a good, sound spanking instead," he told her sternly.
Her dark eyes went wide as she felt him push up her skirt. A spanking? She'd never been spanked in her life! Not even on her birthday!
Lifting one hand to rest it against his muscular thigh, she craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder. "Brad, wait..."
But her boyfriend's hand was already coming down on her upturned bottom. Smack!
"Owwwww!" she yelped. "Brad, that hurt!"
He brought his hand down on her other cheek, harder this time. "Spankings are supposed to hurt, Genevieve," he said. "That's how you learn from them."
She opened her mouth to protest, only to let out another loud yelp as he spanked her again. He moved back and forth from one cheek to the other, ignoring her squeals as his hand came down over and over. It felt like her entire ass was on fire! She would have thought that her panties, even as skimpy as they were, would have offered a little protection, but her bottom might as well have been bare for all the good they did. Ouch!
Then abruptly, the spanking stopped.
Instinct told Genevieve that she should push herself off her boyfriend's lap before he could spank her some more, but Brad was already pulling down her panties. He wouldn't!
Smack!
Biting back a yelp, Genevieve glared at him over her shoulder. "Hey!" she protested. "I'm only twenty, and you've spanked me a lot more than that!"
Brad's mouth quirked. "That spanking was for not being ready for our date," he told her. "I'm going to give you your birthday spanking now."
Her eyes went wide. There was no way she could take that many more spanks, she thought, not when her ass was already stinging like crazy!
But instead of the quick flurry of hard smacks that he'd administered before, these spanks were different. They were slow and methodical, with Brad counting out loud after each one. They still stung just as much, but he was doing something else that was making the whole thing seem distinctively sexual. After each slap, her boyfriend gave her ass a gentle but firm squeeze that had her wiggling all over his lap.
Genevieve bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. How could she possibly be getting turned on? She would never havethought that getting a spanking could be arousing, but there was no mistaking the tingle in her pussy. Or how wet she was getting with each and every spank.
"Twenty!" Brad announced after a particularly hard smack.
Letting out a sound that was half yelp, half moan, Genevieve looked over her shoulder at him. "Don't I get one to grow on?" she asked with a pout.
He grinned. "Oh yeah, you're right," he said, and lifting his hand, brought it down hard on both cheeks at the same time. "And one to grow on!"
This time, she really did let out a moan. She'd never been so turned on in her life! Before she could say anything, though, Brad took her arm and gently helped her to her feet. Genevieve immediately reached back to cup her freshly-spanked asscheeks and gasped at how hot they were.
Brad grinned at her. "Happy birthday, babe."
Her lips curving into a sexy smile, Genevieve pushed her panties the rest of the way down, lifted her skirt, and climbed on the bed to straddle his lap, eager to show him just how much she'd enjoyed her birthday spanking...
"Of course, we ended up missing our dinner reservation a
nd had to order pizza instead," Genevieve said with a grin as she finished up her story. "But it was worth it. Especially since Brad decided I needed another spanking."
Hayley could only stare at the redhead in disbelief. Genevieve's story had been like something out of a fantasy, and Hayley found herself wondering for a moment if that's all it was, a story the other girl had simply made up. But just as quickly, she dismissed the idea. Genevieve would never lie to her; none of her friends would. And now that Genevieve had gotten the ball rolling, Hayley couldn't wait to hear about the other girls' spankings.
Chapter Two
But first she had a question for Genevieve. "So, you really can get sexually excited from a spanking then?"
Across from her, the red-haired girl nodded. "God, yes!" she said. "I can't explain it, but when I'm getting spanked, it's like there's a direct connection between my bottom and my pussy. I start to get aroused from the very first spank, and by the time my ass is bright red, I'm soaking wet. There have even been a few times when I actually thought I might come from the spanking alone."
Hayley was even more incredulous at that, especially when she saw that the other girls were all nodding in agreement. She hadn't known it was possible to have an orgasm from a spanking.
"But doesn't it...hurt?" she asked.
Genevieve grinned. "Well, yeah, of course it does. But it also feels incredible. I don't even know how to put it into words. I mean, even though it stings, I can't seem to get enough. There's just something about my bottom getting hotter and hotter that just pushes me to the edge."
"That's a good way to describe it," Lyndsay said, reaching for a gingerbread cookie. "Though for me, it's not all about the sting of the spanking. I think it's more about the feeling of being dominated. I know it's politically incorrect to say it, but there's just something about being held down over a guy's lap while he spanks me that makes me melt. The feel of a strong hand on my back while I squirm and kick is just as erotic as a great kiss."