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I bring my hand down again on the opposite cheek, a little harder this time. She gives a moan of pleasure when my hand meets her ass. “You like that, don’t you,” I tease. I let my fingers fall to her wet center and run a couple of digits through. She is slick with lust. I’ve never felt her wetter for me.
Holly moans as I rub her clit a few times. I see her grip on the bedsheets tighten as she pumps her hips back toward me, a silent demand for more attention. Instead of giving her the pleasure she wants, I smack her pussy once again. A small, sharp little bite that puts her back in the right headspace. Her moan is half pleasure, half pain as I take control of the situation.
“You like being a naughty girl, Holly. You spend all year taking what you want and ordering people around, but not Santa.” I leave her center alone and return my attention to her ass. With her arousal renewed, I spank her again. “Santa gives little girls what they deserve. Do you know what you deserve this Christmas, Holly?” Another swat.
Her globes are turning pink. The untouched skin that was here just a few moments before is now being replaced with heat. “What do I deserve, Santa?” Holly asks in a strained voice.
I give her another couple of spanks, one on each cheek. I watch the colors become a gradient. The edges of her bottom are a crisp white while the apple of her cheeks bloom with shades of pink. “You deserve to have a bottom as red as my suit, Holly Snow. A bright,” swat, “toasty,” swat, “delicious,” swat, “red.” The last swat is harder than the ones before it and it catches Holly off guard. She jerks forward once more with a startled moan.
I give her bottom a break as I run my fingers through her center again. Her desire is now trailing down her thighs, drenching her skin with lust. I drag my wet digits to her clit and start rubbing slow circles around the erect button. The pleasure gives the pain in her backside a chance to ebb, but the pink doesn’t disappear.
I return to my ministrations when she starts getting audible. When her hips start twisting to manipulate my fingers, I pull my hand away and bring it back down on her ass. “Naughty girls don’t get to orgasm,” I tell her as she hisses from the pain. “You can come when you’re on the nice list, little lady.”
Our sex hasn’t been boring over the years. I’d call it far from that. She doesn’t mind when I pull out the fuzzy handcuffs I got her for Christmas on our fifth anniversary and use them to cuff her hands behind her back. She likes it when I pull her hair as I’m riding her from behind. Last year she didn’t even balk when we came out of a movie and I was feeling particularly horny. We did it in the movie theater parking lot in the back of her SUV. Thank God for tinted windows, am I right?
But the way she lights up with pleasure every time I bring my hand down on her ass has changed the game. The bar has been raised. I watch her cunt get wetter every time I drag my fingers through it or bring my palm down to gently sting her swollen lips. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to fucking her side by side without slapping her jiggly little bottom until she’s begging me to stop.
“Beg for another one,” I demand as her ass starts turning a brighter shade of red. Her moans from the first few swats have now turned into sharp breaths of pain. She’s getting everything she asked for in her letter to Santa, now I have to bring it home.
Holly pushes her hips back toward me and stands on her toes to present herself. Her pussy is dripping with her pleasure. “Spank me again, Santa.”
I do so, bringing my hand down on the spot where her ass meets her thighs. She hisses as she takes my well-intended pain. “That wasn’t good enough. More.”
She whimpers as she arches her back once more and begs again. “Make me your good little girl, Santa.”
Santa wants to give Holly his candy cane, frankly. Right now it’s pressing against the silk pants and making a tent that’s almost embarrassing to see. But I still bring my hand down on her ass with a crack that causes her to moan and scream at the same time.
This time when I allow her to recover, I don’t let my fingers play with her wet cunt. Instead, I run my thumb down the seam of her bottom, lingering over the puckered rose. Holly takes a breath before her hips are once again begging for more. We’ve never played like this before. I’ve always left her ass alone assuming that it was an untouchable zone. But right now, the way she’s responding, I want to see where it goes.
6
HOLLY
I’ll tell you whatwasn’tin my Christmas letter to Santa: Santa playing with my asshole. But Nick strokes me back there and it sends me to a whole other level. I half consider telling him to shove his thumb inside, but he needs no commands to know how to read my body.
I feel the pressure of his thumb after a few moments and I breathe in deeply to prepare myself for its entry. He’s slow as he breaks the rim of my puckered hole. I don’t know what to expect, but the deliciously naughty feeling that overwhelms me is almost too much. Until his free hand comes down on my already-warmed bottom.
The pleasure hits me like a flashbang and despite not having any clitoral stimulation, I swear I have a miniature orgasm. My core clenches for a second before releasing a rush of endorphins into my body. “Santa,” I moan, “I need to feel you inside of me.” As much as I want this fantasy to keep going, I have needs. Specifically, I need Nick buried to the hilt in my soaking-wet center because I don’t how much longer I can keep going without it.
Nick’s thumb carefully pops out of my backside and I hear the zipper on his pants come down before I feel his cock rubbing against my entrance. He spreads my legs a little wider and runs the tip of his head through my seam. “I guess you’ve been a good girl during your punishment,” he announces as dips his tip into my core, “but I want you to beg me to fuck you.”
I’m frustrated beyond measure. Sexually, that is. “Fuck me, Santa,” I toss a look over my shoulder. “I want you to take that festive cock of yours and bury it balls deep inside of me. I want you to slam into me over and over again until I’m screaming. Fucking fill me up with that thing.” Dirty talk, another first.
My husband isn’t a large man, but he knows exactly how I like it. He shoves inside of me without another word, filling me until it feels like my insides are stretching to take all of him.
I grip the bedsheets once more and thrust my hips toward him. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. I’ve never loved him more than right now.
Nick doesn’t need any coaching. He grabs my hips and starts jackhammering inside of me. His cock slams into my cervix and a shock of pleasure and pain course through my body. I’d tell him to stop, but the feeling of his body pressing against my sore, hot bottom is a whole new level of pleasure.
“Take all of Santa’s cock, baby,” he growls as he thrusts. “You take this merry dick and you take it good. If you don’t come all over daddy, I’ll take you over my knee and give you twice the spanking I did before.”
I don’t know what it is, but the words and the sensations send me over the edge. I tumble like a waterfall, screaming his name as he keeps pounding into me.
“That’s right,” he roars over me, “my good little girl. My fucking best little girl.” His fingers on my hips tighten, leaving tiny little bruises on my skin as he fucks me like we’re in a porno. “I’m going to put little babies in this belly of yours. Splash my spunk all over your hot little walls.”
Nick fills me like a donut. He comes with a grunt and I feel the warmth of him leak out of me before he’s finished pumping his hips. He swivels and swirls his member until every last drop of his semen is buried inside of me or trailing down my thighs. “That’s my good girl,” Nick announces as he pulls his sensitive prick out of me. “That’s what making it to the nice list feels like.”
If that’s the case, I plan to be bad as often as I can. I want to be taught a lesson every day of the week.
