All She Wants For Christmas (5 page)

"Honey..." she began.

But Cole ignored her. Instead, he took a seat on the
couch, and before she knew what he was doing, he had put her over his knee.

"Cole, wait!" she protested, craning her neck to
look at him over her shoulder. "You can't..."

That was all she could get out before his hand came
down on her upturned bottom.

"
Owwwww
!"
she cried.

But her husband paid no attention to her protest as
he smacked her ass again, this time on her other cheek, and Monica let out
another yelp. The thin, silky material of the dress offered little protection,
and she couldn't believe how much the spanks stung.

"Okay!" she said even as he brought his hand down
again. "You've made your point, Cole. You can let me up now!"

On the other side of the room,
Lyndsay
laughed. "He's just getting started!"

Monica's face turned red at the sound of her
friend's voice. She had almost forgotten that
Lyndsay
and Ryan were still there. Getting spanked was embarrassing enough, but getting
spanked in front of her friends was absolutely mortifying! Thank goodness her
long hair was hanging down to hide her blushes.

"
Lyndsay's
right," Cole
said, administering another resounding smack to her derriere. "I intend to make
sure that you remember this spanking the next time you want to spend
five-hundred dollars on a dress."

"But it was
Lyndsay's
fault!" Monica protested. "She was the one who convinced me to buy it! If
anyone should be getting spanked, it should be her!"

Cole's hand connected with her
asscheeks
again. "Blaming your friend for something you did isn't going to help your
cause, babe."

"But..." she protested, only to cry out as he
started spanking her again.
"
Owwwww
!
" she yelped
. "
Owwwww
!...
Owwwww
!...
Owwwww
!...
Owwwww
!"

Over and over his hand came down, first on one
cheek, and then the other until her entire bottom was stinging. It felt like
her ass was on fire.

But then she noticed the oddest thing. At first, it
was just a tingling between her legs, but then she realized that her pussy was
actually starting to get wet! But how
could she possibly find getting spanked arousing? And how could she be getting turned on like
this in front of her friends?

As if on cue,
Lyndsay
spoke. "Now that she's warmed up, you might want to spank her with this."

Cole stopped spanking Monica for a moment to take
whatever it was that the other girl was handing him, and though Monica
desperately wanted to know what it was, she was too embarrassed right then to
even lift her head and look. She wasn't kept in suspense long, however, because
Lyndsay
continued.

"Though a hairbrush is definitely best when used on
a bare bottom," her friend said.

Monica gave a start at that. She didn't know what
made her more nervous.
The thought of her husband using a
hairbrush on her bare bottom, or the fact that he was going to do it in front
of their friends.

"And since you might want some privacy for that,"
Lyndsay
added. "Ryan and I will leave you two alone."

Monica let out a sigh of relief as she heard the
other couple leave. Now, if she could just convince her husband that she'd
learned her lesson and didn't need to be spanked with the hairbrush, too. But
Cole was already pushing up her skirt...

Hayley's eyes
went wide. "He used the hairbrush on you?" she asked incredulously.

Monica nodded.
"And it stung like crazy, too!
Though Cole didn't give me
that many spanks with it.
Turns out that he was as
aroused by the spanking as I was.
I don't think
Lyndsay
and Ryan had even backed out of the driveway before Cole tossed the hairbrush
on the coffee table and had my dress off." She grinned. "Cole and I haven't had
sex that hot since our honeymoon. It's like we were newlyweds again!"

Hayley couldn't
help being a little bit envious. Though she and Conner had a very satisfying sex
life, she wouldn't mind spicing it up a bit. But could she ever be bold enough
to hand him a hairbrush and ask him to spank her with it?

Chapter
Four

Not able to
answer that question yet, Hayley turned her attention back to Monica. "Wasn't it embarrassing to get spanked in
front of
Lyndsay
and Ryan, though?" she asked the
dark-haired girl.

"In the
beginning it was, but before long I was concentrating so much on the spanking
that I didn't even notice them," Monica admitted, then grinned. "Though of course,
Lyndsay
took great pleasure in telling me afterward
about how red my bottom had gotten from the spanking. But I was able to get her
back when Ryan invited us over the next weekend so that we could watch him
spank her for the devious way she orchestrated the whole thing."

"Good!"
Genevieve said. "You totally deserved it,
Lyndsay
. I
can't believe you set up Monica like that. You had no way of knowing that she
would like it."

Lyndsay
shrugged. "I know Monica pretty well. I was sure she'd
like getting spanked, but I also knew that she'd never ask Cole to do it, so it
was the only thing I could think of to do. And it turns out that I was right."

"I'm glad she
did it," Monica put in. "I mean, at the time, I was absolutely shocked by the
idea. But after the spark that spanking has added to our love life, I'm
grateful to her."

But Genevieve
still didn't look convinced. "Well, I would never do something like that," she
said, looking at
Lyndsay
. "I hope that Ryan gave you
a hard spanking for being so underhanded."

Hayley was
surprised that Genevieve was so bothered by what
Lyndsay
had done. Since the redhead was so
daring, Hayley would have thought a devious plan like that would be right up
her alley. Hayley certainly wouldn't mind if one of her friends did the same
for her. Of course, she would never admit that to them. But it would certainly
solve the problem of figuring out how to tell Conner about her desire to be
spanked.

Lyndsay
smiled at
Genevieve's comment. "Oh, don't worry, he did! He felt I had a serious spanking
coming to me for my actions. I think that even Monica was surprised when he
pulled out the paddle and used it on me."

"But you had
more than earned it," Monica said.

Hayley's pulse
quickened at the thought of what a paddle would feel like on her bottom. Though
she had to admit she had been intrigued when Monica had mentioned getting
spanked with a hairbrush, she was even more fascinated with the notion of a
paddle.

Hayley twirled
her long, blond hair around her finger as she regarded Monica. "So, have you
ever gotten spanked in front of
Lyndsay
and Ryan
again?"

Monica grinned.
"A couple of times," she said, and then blushed. "You're probably going to
think this is a little kinky, but I've discovered that I have a little bit of
an exhibitionist streak in me. I really like getting spanked in front of other
people. Cole and I are even thinking of going to a spanking party sometime."

Hayley's eyes
went wide at that.
"Spanking parties?"

Monica
nodded. "I've been chatting with a few
people online about them and they sound like fun."

Hayley shook her
head. "I can't believe it," she said, setting down her empty glass on the
coffee table. "There are people out there so comfortable with spanking that
they can go to spanking parties, and I can't even figure out how to bring up
the subject to Conn."

"Why don't you
just tell him?" Genevieve suggested, sipping her wine.

Hayley's face
colored. "Are you crazy?" she said. "I could never come out and just ask Conn
to spank me!"

Jill shrugged.
"Then be more subtle about it," she said. "Haven't you ever manipulated a
situation to get Connor to do something you wanted?"

Hayley's brow
furrowed. "Well, yeah," she conceded. "But this is a little bit more
complicated than talking Conn into seeing the movie I want to see. How on earth
am I supposed to trick him into spanking me?"

Jill's lips
curved into a smile. "Actually, there are a lot of different things you can
try. You just have to know how to push your guy's buttons. That's how I got my
first spanking."

Across the room,
Genevieve's eyebrows rose. "Oh, this I have to hear, you being the good girl
that you are."

The blond girl
laughed. "I don't know where you all
ever got the idea that I'm such
a goodie
-goodie. I can
be just as naughty as any of you."

"But you've
always seemed so..." Genevieve paused, searching for the right word.
"Driven and goal-oriented."

"That doesn't
mean I don't know how to have fun," Jill said. "It just means that I go after
what I want. When I wanted Philip, I went after him. And when I wanted him to
spank me, I went after that just as determinedly. Unlike you girls, I didn't
wait for it to happen. I made it happen."

Hayley and the
other girls waited for her to continue with her story, but Jill just smiled, as
if she enjoyed keeping them in suspense.

"Well, don't
just leave us hanging," Genevieve finally said. "Tell us what you did to get one."

"Okay, okay,"
she laughed. "I first heard about spanking in college. My roommate and I were
talking about guys and sex, like we usually did, and she admitted that she and
her boyfriend had tried spanking, and that she loved it. Though I was intrigued
by the idea, at the time, I wasn't going out with anyone I wanted to try it
with. In fact, it wasn't until I met Philip that I had found a guy I felt comfortable
enough with to let him spank me. I dropped tons of hints, but being a guy,
Philip never caught on. So, after we moved in together, I finally decided that
I had to take drastic measures. If Philip wasn't going to spank me on his own,
then I was going to have to give him a reason to do it. And that's exactly what
I did..."

Picking up the sports section of the newspaper, Jill
let her gaze run over the article on that weekend's college football games. In
all honesty, she couldn't care less about sports, but when she'd heard on the
radio that Stanford and USC were going to be playing that weekend, she'd gotten
an idea. According to the paper, USC was expected to win the game. She had been
looking for a way to get her boyfriend to spank her, and this game just might
do the trick!

"Stanford is going to kick USC's butt this weekend,"
she remarked casually.

Philip looked up from the business section in
surprise. "I didn't think you followed football."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Only Stanford," she told
him. "I went to college there, remember?"

His mouth quirked.
"Yeah, I remember," her dark-haired boyfriend said.
"And if you'll remember, I went to USC." Putting the paper down, he leaned forward to rest his forearms on the
table.
" I
don't mean to say anything against
Stanford, but they don't stand a chance against USC."

"They do this season," Jill insisted. "With the way
they're playing, there's no way USC is going to win."

Across the table from her, Philip lifted a brow.
"You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"You know it!" Jill said. "In fact," she added,
leaning forward. "Why don't we bet on it?"

He gave her an incredulous look. "You want to bet on
the game?"

She nodded. "I'll bet you anything that Stanford wins this weekend."

His mouth quirked.
"Anything?"

She lifted her chin.
"Anything."

Jill held her breath as Philip regarded her in
silence for a moment. What if her boyfriend didn't go for it? But to her relief, he nodded.

"Alright," he told her. "If USC wins, you have to
cook dinner and serve it to me wearing that sexy, little bra and the matching
panties I gave you for Valentine's Day."

Jill could barely hide her smile. The outfit he was
referring to consisted of a push-up bra and a thong, and left very little to
the imagination. It was absolutely perfect for what she had in mind.