All She Wants For Christmas (2 page)

"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 have
thought 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 and 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."

Hayley looked at
her dark-haired friend in amazement.
Lyndsay
had
always been so shy that Hayley found it difficult to believe her friend was
being so open about her sex life.

"This guy,
Brad," Hayley said, turning her attention back to Genevieve. "Did he spank you
just that once?"

The other girl
laughed. "After he figured out how turned on I got from spanking, we ended up
doing it all the time," she said.
"Though it was kind of
difficult since we both had roommates.
We were always worried that one
of them was going to walk in on us."

Hayley thought
back to when she and the other girls were in college. Even though they had all
gone to different schools, they had gotten together at every opportunity, and
she never remembered Brad's name coming up. "How come you never mentioned this
guy?"

Genevieve
shrugged. "We only went out for one semester. He graduated and moved back east
right after that" she said. "It wasn't a big deal, though. Aside from the
spanking and the sex, both of which were really great, we weren't all that
compatible, and we both knew it. We had fun, but there was just no potential
for a long-term relationship. Not the way there is with Chase and me."

Monica smiled.
"So, are we to assume that Chase spanks you, too, then?"

The redhead grinned.
"I wouldn't be dating him if he didn't. And the best part is that he's even
better at it than Brad was. Or any other guy I've ever gone out with, now that
I think about it."

Hayley laughed
at that, as did the rest of her friends. She would have asked Genevieve to tell
her about the spankings Chase gave her, but the redhead was already prompting
Lyndsay
to tell her story.

"Okay, it's your
turn," Genevieve told the dark-haired girl. "We want to hear all about your
first spanking. And don't leave anything out!"

Lyndsay
grinned as
everyone turned their attention on her. "I was in college, too," she said.
"Remember when I worked in that shoe store the summer between my junior and
senior year?"

They all nodded.
The shoe store had been very high-end and expensive, Hayley remembered, and
since everyone knew that shoes were
Lyndsay's
passion, it had been common knowledge that the other girl had been thrilled
she'd gotten a job there.

"Well, while I
might have told you about all the shoes I bought when I worked there,"
Lyndsay
continued, "what I didn't tell you guys was that I
had the biggest crush on the cute assistant manager. I really wanted to impress
him so he would ask me out, but unfortunately, every time he was around, I
couldn't seem to do anything right..."

Sometimes, when business was particularly slow, like
it was today,
Lyndsay
thought she should have gotten
a waitressing job like her friend, Monica, instead of working in a shoe store.
But then again, she reminded herself, Monica might be getting tips, but
Lyndsay's
job had some pretty juicy fringe benefits of its
own. Not only did she get to try on as many shoes as she felt like, but she got
a thirty-percent discount on anything she bought. The best part about working
there, though, was the incredibly sexy assistant manager.

Tall with dark, wavy hair and the most gorgeous blue
eyes she'd ever seen, he looked more like a model than the manager of a shoe
store, and though he went to a nearby university, she thought he seemed so much
more mature than the other college guys she knew.
Which was
why she wanted to impress him.
But every time he got near her, she
turned into a complete ditz. She didn't know why, but if she weren't knocking
things over, then she was ringing up the cash register wrong, and instead of
making a good impression on him, she ended up making a fool of herself. In
fact, just that morning she'd knocked over a rack of shoes right in front of
him! Though he had helped her pick them up, she couldn't help but notice the
frown he gave her.

For the twentieth time,
Lyndsay
looked out the front window. There was absolutely no one in sight, which meant
that no one would be coming into the store any time soon. With a sigh, she put
down the fashion magazine she'd been looking at and decided to go into the
backroom. Since her boss was at lunch, she knew she should probably stay in the
main part of the store, but seeing as she wasn't likely to have any customers,
she might as well do something useful. Like start unpacking the latest shipment
of shoes that had come in that morning. Maybe there would be some cute ones to
try on, she thought. Besides, she'd hear the little bell above the door ring if
anyone came in.

Picking up the utility knife from the table, she cut
the packing tape on one of the boxes and opened the flaps. It was stacked high
with shoe boxes. Eagerly reaching for one of them, she took off the lid and let
out a soft gasp of delight. Inside was the sexiest pair of sling-back sandals
she'd ever seen. And they were imported from Italy, too!
Unable to resist, she kicked off her shoes
and tried them on. They were perfect, she thought as she extended her leg to
admire them.