All She Wants For Christmas (3 page)

Excited to see what other shoes had come in the
shipment,
Lyndsay
cut open all the cases, and started
pulling out box after box. Tossing aside those shoes that weren't her size, she
eagerly ripped off the lid of every box that was. Each pair was cuter than the
last, and she couldn't refrain from trying on every one of them. Before she
knew it, she had shoes, boxes, and paper strewn everywhere, and she had tried
on more than twenty-five pairs. She'd have no paycheck left after she bought
all of these, she thought as she admired yet another pair of high-heeled
sandals in the mirror.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Startled,
Lyndsay
whirled
around to find the assistant manager standing in the doorway. Dressed in khaki
pants and a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he looked as gorgeous
as ever, she thought. His gaze went from her to the complete mess littering the
floor, and then back to her. His brows drew together angrily.

"You aren't being paid to try on shoes!" he told her
sharply. "Why aren't you out front waiting on customers?"

Her face coloring,
Lyndsay
chewed on her lower lip, unable to find her voice. Why the heck couldn't she
seem to do anything right around him? "There weren't any customers," she said
softly.

He folded his arms across his chest. "Oh really?" he
said, coming into the room to stand in front of her. "Then what would you call
the half-dozen people that were leaving as I came in?
Your
playing dress-up back here has probably cost the store hundreds of dollars in
sales,
Lyndsay
."

She swallowed hard, her color deepening. She had
really screwed up this time. "Are you
going to fire me?" she asked in a small voice. She wondered if he would still
let her buy all of these shoes with her employee discount before he canned her.

He regarded her in silence for a moment, his jaw
tight. "I really should," he finally said. "But I have something better in
mind. A lesson that will teach you to stay focused at work much better than
firing you ever could."

Before she could ask what he meant by that, he
grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her over to one of the straight-backed
chairs by the table in the corner where everyone usually ate lunch.

"What are you...?" she began, only to let out a
startled gasp of surprise when he gave her arm a tug that sent her tumbling
over his knee.

Lyndsay
was so stunned that for a moment she just lay
there, draped over his lap. And by the time she did recover a moment later, it
was too late to push
herself
off his lap because he
had placed a hand on the small of her back, effectively holding her in
place. God, he was so strong. She'd
known he was cute, but she had never realized how muscular he was. It wasn't
just his arms that were built, either. She could feel the muscles bunching in
his thighs as he held her down, too.

"You've been asking for this spanking for weeks now,
and
it's
past time that I gave you one," he growled.
"You spend more time shopping for yourself than helping the customers. You come
in late and leave early all the time, and on top of all that, you do a lousy
job working the register. Considering all of that, I'd say this spanking is
long overdue."

The word "spanking" made her gasp in surprise. And
though some part of her knew she should be struggling to get free,
Lyndsay
couldn't seem to make
herself
move. She couldn't seem to think about anything but the feel of his hand on her
back and the firm, authoritative tone of his voice. Something about being at
the mercy of this strong, sexy guy had her pulse racing wildly. She realized
suddenly that not only was he going to spank her, but that she wanted him to!

Without warning, his hand came down on her upturned
bottom with a smack, and she let out a yelp. But he ignored her protest,
bringing his hand down on her other cheek, a little harder this time. Ouch, she
thought. That had really stung!

Unable to help herself,
Lyndsay
squirmed a little, and her sexy boss immediately wrapped his arm around her
slender waist to hold her more firmly in place as he delivered a series of
rapid-fire spanks.

Despite the fact that the spanking stung fiercely,
Lyndsay
found that she was almost more aware of his arm
wrapped around her waist than she was of the punishment he was administering to
her bottom. Even when he lifted her skirt a moment later and covered her
panty-covered ass with sharp, stinging smacks, all she could think about was
how much of a thrill it was to be in his control. Shouldn't she be embarrassed
that her boss was spanking her like this?
she
wondered. But she wasn't. Her face was
flushed alright, but it wasn't from embarrassment. She had never been so
completely dominated by a guy, and she discovered that it was driving her
crazy. Where had this submissive side of her come from? She didn't know the
answer to that. All she knew was that it had her pussy tingling, and that she
loved it!

The spanking continued, with her boss delivering
sharp smacks to first one cheek, and then the other. Maybe he wasn't doing it
as hard as he had been in the beginning, or maybe she was just getting used to
the spanking, because it didn't seem to hurt as much as it had. Whatever the
reason, while her ass still stung, the spanks were getting more and more
enjoyable with every smack he gave her. She realized that she wasn't even
squirming now, but lying there submissively as she eagerly awaited the next
smack.

For one wild moment,
Lyndsay
wondered if he would pull down her panties and spank her on the bare ass. She
wanted him to, and her face flushed as hot as her bottom at the thought. If her
panties came down, he would see how excited she was, she thought. Suddenly, she
yearned for him to discover what he was doing to her.

But just as fast as it had started, the spanking
stopped, and she was back on her feet. Her short skirt fluttered back down
around her thighs, covering her burning bottom. Her legs wobbly, she reached
back to rub her throbbing
asscheeks
as she looked up
at him.

She parted her lips expectantly, half-expecting him
to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But to her dismay, he only stood there
in front of her, regarding her sternly.

"No more goofing off at work!" he told her.
"Because if you do, I'll have no choice but to put you over my knee
and spank you again.
Is that clear,
Lyndsay
?"

She nodded, her pulse quickening at the thought.
That authoritative tone of his was practically enough to make her come right
there on the spot!

"Good," he said, and then glanced around the room.
"Then clean up this mess and get back out front."

Lyndsay
watched him go as he strode from the room. She
couldn't believe he hadn't kissed her. She was so excited that she could barely
walk straight as she obediently began to gather up the shoes and put them back
in the correct boxes. It was all she could do not to slide her hand between her
legs and touch
herself
!

She had just finished cleaning up when the assistant
manager came in the check on her. He nodded his head approvingly.

"I see that you've learned a lot from your time over
my knee," he said. "Maybe you would benefit from a spanking every morning."

Lyndsay's
pulse leaped as she wondered if he had seen the
effect the spanking had had on her. Maybe she should come into work early
tomorrow just to see if he really would make good on his promise and spank
her...

"You mean that
you actually went to work the next day?" Hayley asked in amazement when
Lyndsay
had finished her story. If she had been in her
friend's place, she would have been so embarrassed that she probably would have
run out of the store right then and never come back.

The other girl
grinned, nodding emphatically. "Not only did I go back to work, I showed up
fifteen minutes early."

"And did he
spank you again?" Hayley asked eagerly.

Lyndsay
smiled at the
memory.
"That morning, and every morning until I went back to
college."

Hayley's eyes
went wide. She didn't think she'd ever heard anything so incredible before. Or
so exciting!

Chapter
Three

"So," Genevieve said. "Did you and your boss
ever hook-up in the back room after one of those spankings?"

Lyndsay's
smile was a bit
wistful as she shook her head. "No," she said. "He was always very professional
about the whole thing. He'd put me over his knee, give me a good, sound spanking,
and then it would be business as usual. Of course, I wanted him to do more than
spank me. But he wouldn't." She paused, and then added, "At least not while I
was working at the store."

Hayley blinked
in surprise. "You looked him up after you finished college?"

Lyndsay
shared a look
with Monica, who just smiled.

"Not quite,"
Lyndsay
explained. "He came down from Seattle to visit me a
few weeks after the semester started. Needless to say, I was totally surprised,
especially when he admitted that he'd had a crush on me the whole time I worked
at the shoe store." She grinned. "The next thing I knew I was over his knee and
he was spanking me right there in my dorm room. After that, he came down from
college every weekend to see me."

Hayley's brow
furrowed as a thought occurred to her. "Wait a minute. I thought that you
started going out with Ryan your senior year in college," she said, referring
to the other girl's husband. "Were you dating both of them at the same time?"

Again,
Lyndsay
and Monica shared a look before both girls burst
out laughing.

"Of course not,
silly!"
Lyndsay
said. "Ryan was the assistant manager
of the shoe store. He was working there while he went to college."

Hayley's eyes
went wide. She couldn't believe that
Lyndsay's
mild-mannered husband, Ryan, and the
authoritative shoe-store manager were one and the same. As much as a tried to
envision him dragging his petite dark-haired wife over his knee for good, sound
spanking she simply couldn't imagine it.

"You look
surprised,"
Lyndsay
said.

Hayley tucked
her long blond hair behind an ear. "I am," she admitted. "Ryan's so..." she
hesitated, searching for the right word.

Lyndsay
smiled.
"Easygoing?" she said. "He is.
Unless he's spanking me, or
we're role-playing.
Then he can be quite authoritative."

Hayley
frowned. "Role-playing?" she said.
"What's that?"

For the first
time since they'd started talking about spanking, the dark-haired girl
blushed. "Just something we do to make
spanking even more fun," she said. "I'll dress up like a schoolgirl or a French
maid, and Ryan will play the principal or the master of the house, and punish
me for being a bad girl."

Genevieve
grinned. "
Lyndsay
, I had no idea you were such a
kinky girl!" she said, which made all of them laugh, including
Lyndsay
, who reddened even more.

Hayley tried to
imagine
herself
dressing up as a schoolgirl for her
husband. With his good looks, strong build, and deep sexy voice, Conn could
easily play the role of stern principal, she thought. Her pulse quickened as
she pictured herself standing in front of him as he scolded her for some
transgression, and then dragged her over his knee to give her a good, sound
spanking. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it.

As much as the
idea turned her on, though, Hayley knew she could never tell her husband about
such a wild fantasy. She just wasn't bold enough. Which was too bad, she
thought with a sigh, because it would be so damn hot.

As the other
girls continued to talk about the role-playing games they took part in,
Genevieve got up to refill her wine glass.

"Hey, look!"
Genevieve called from where she was standing over by the window. "It's snowing!"

Hayley
immediately turned to look out the big bay window on the far side of the living
room, as did the other girls. Outside, a light snow had indeed begun to fall,
much to Hayley's delight. It didn't snow very often in the Pacific Northwest,
unless you counted Mt. Rainer or the Cascades, of course, but it was beautiful
when it did, and at Christmas, it was perfect. After they had all "
ooohed
" and "
aaahed
" over it for
a minute, Hayley steered the conversation back to spanking.