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If this were another scene in another world, I’d double up the belt I just pulled out of my suit and use it on Holly. But her fantasy wasn’t to be spanked with my belt, so I discard it on the floor. “Being a good girl all year is hard work, Holly. Since you were naughty, you’re going to have to be forgiven if you want to get presents this Christmas.”
My pulse gallops in my wrist as I step toward her. Each step is punctuated with a button from my suit coming undone until I’m right in front of her. I strip off the top and let it fall to the floor behind me. “Do you think you have what it takes to be Santa’s best little girl?”
She nods her head, unable to summon any other words. Her bright blue eyes are the largest I’ve ever seen them. This is the most aroused she’s ever been.
I take her by the arm and lead her toward the bed. “Good,” I announce as I push her forward, “because Santa’s going to make sure you earn your spot on the nice list.”
Holly lands with a sharp intake of breath. The heels she’s wearing put her at the perfect height for the lifted bed. The edge of her skirt trails up her thighs and I see the hint of her white panties beneath poking out.
It’s going to be tough to keep it in my pants long enough to give her what she wants. Just looking at her in this naughty getup and knowing that when I’m through, I’ll be buried deep in her tight, wet little pussy is almost too much to bear. I readjust myself for comfort and tell my cock that despite being ready to go, we need to hold it in for a few more minutes.
If Holly had told me that she was into being spanked back when we were dating, I would have married her even sooner. I’ve given her a few taps on the ass here and there, almost always playful. I’ve walked in on her watching a few videos with her headphones in and her hands pressed between her legs. With embarrassment and shame, she fled the room. I’ve wanted to ask her for years if she had something to tell me, but I knew that she’d tell me in time.
Thankfully, the time has finally arrived. As I lift up the back of her dress and place it on her back, I thank God that she trusts me enough to fulfill her fantasies. Even if I do have to dress up as Santa Claus to do it.
4
HOLLY
It feels like all the air in my lungs is sucked out the second Nick throws me over the edge of the bed. I’m bent at the waist with my hips propped up and I’m living the videos I’ve watched a hundred times. I can already feel a wet spot growing on my panties as I look forward.
There’s a large window on the other side of the bed covered with an opaque curtain. Just beyond the glass, I can see the Christmas lights lighting up the trees around The Palace. It’s a beautiful sight considering I’m bent over and waiting to have my ass spanked.
A rush of cool air touches my bottom when Nick grabs the hem of my dress and drapes it over my back. Goosebumps dapple the skin when his fingers start to skate over the panties I put on earlier in the evening. The white lace doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but it’s the last vestiges of clothing between him and my bare bottom.
“A naughty girl must always be punished on the bare,” Nick says as if reading my mind. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and I feel the lace slide off as he brings them down my thighs. He kneels behind me to slowly remove my underwear and his hand brushes my ankle as he has me step out of them. “You’re already wet, Miss Holly,” he chastises after a few seconds. “It’s almost like you’reexcitedfor your punishment.”
His words make my stomach do backflips. I am excited, but also afraid. I’ve spanked myself a few times over the years to see what it felt like. The sting of a dozen swats from a wooden spoon was all that I could take. What if I set up this Christmas fantasy only to find out that I don’t like being spanked after all? What if my only interest is imagining my ass being red and not actually having it spanked until it is?
But momentary fear that this isn’t what I want is replaced with lust when I feel his finger trail through my center. “Widen these legs,” he commands after a moment. “I want to see all of you.Iget to determine what’s punished.”
My skin already feels like it’s on fire. I separate my feet a little bit, opening myself up to more of him. With his whole hand, he pats my center repeatedly. “That’s a good girl,” he says with a low chuckle. But just as the words bring a smile to my face, his hand comes down a little harder on my wet pussy. It isn’t enough to cause any actual pain, but I breathe in sharply and reach forward to grab the blankets. My back arches, making my ass a little more pert.
“There we go,” he praises, “that’s what Santa Daddy was looking for. Now I know how to get your attention.”
My stomach aches with desire. If he pulled out his cock right now and buried it inside of me, I wouldn’t even mind that we didn’t get to the juicy stuff. But Nick is committed to his role. I’ve always loved that about him.
He brings his hand up to my cheeks and warms the skin by running his palm all over the skin. “What a cute little bottom you have,” Nick says. “It’s so pretty and pale. You’ve probably never been spanked a day in your life.”
My parents weren’t too into physical discipline. I was grounded a few times growing up, but that was the extent of my punishment. They say the things you crave in the bedroom are often linked to your childhood. Would I have less of an interest in being spanked if my parents had taken me over their knee as a kid?
“But that changes today, Holly.” His hand stops moving. It hovers over the center of my left cheek as he speaks. “If you want to make it to the good girl list, then you’re going to have to pay for all the naughty things you did this year.”
I know that at any time I can sayMerry Christmasand the scene will end. Nick will stop whatever he’s doing, back away, and it’ll be over. If I want to, now is the time. Before he gives me that first swat, before he introduces me to my first real spanking, I can sayMerry Christmasand end it all.
But I don’t say it in time. His hand comes down on my bare skin with a crack that scares me more than the shock of the pain. I jerk forward a little and gasp. That was different than when I used the wooden spoon on myself. It didn’t hurt quite as much, but it still left a little fire where his handprint landed.
I swallow the lump of fear in my throat and push my ass back out to meet his hand. “Another one,” I whisper.
My virgin bottom is no longer untouched. And just as I always thought, I want more.
5
SANTA
My wife loves to be in charge. In the boardroom, in the kitchen, at the grocery store, wherever we go. She thrives when she’s leading an event or in charge of a group of people.
But tonight, I am the one in charge of her. She lies before me with a red blotch on her bottom from my first swat, asking for another. She is still in charge, in a way, but I have all the power.
