All She Wants For Christmas (6 page)

"Okay," she agreed after a moment. "But only because
I'm sure that Stanford is going to win."

Her boyfriend chuckled. "Well, if by some miracle,
they actually do win, what are going to propose I do?"

It was tempting to tell her boyfriend that if USC
won, she wanted him to spank her, but she had to reel him in slowly.

"If Stanford wins, you have to clean out the garage
like you've been saying you were going to do," she said.

The garage had been where they had stored all of the
junk they hadn't known what to do with when they had moved in together. In
reality, she could care less if they ever cleaned out the garage, but it was a
good first step in her plan.

He lifted a brow, clearly expecting her to have said
something else, but then he grinned. "You're on!" he told her.

Jill was so thrilled about the game, and the
spanking she was sure would result, that she could barely contain her
excitement. And just to make certain she got a good one, she teased Philip
unmercifully the whole week leading up to the game, reminding him of his part
of the bargain.

"You'd better get ready to do some cleaning,
hon
," she told him that morning over breakfast.
"Because USC is about to be majorly upset!"

Her boyfriend laughed. "You're pretty cocky for
someone who's going to be prancing around half-naked while she's cooking dinner
tonight."

Jill lifted her chin. "I prefer to think of it as
being confident," she said. "In fact," she added with a smug smile, "I'm so
confident Stanford is going to win that I'm willing to raise the stakes."

His mouth twitched. "I'm already going to have you
half-naked," he said, sipping his coffee. "What else could you possibly bet?"

She hesitated, pretending to think about it. "I
could give you a blow job."

He chuckled. "The whole point of a bet is that the
loser has to do something they'd probably prefer not to," he pointed out. "And
I know for a fact that you like giving me blow jobs. So, let's try to be a
little bit more creative."

She gave him a pout. "Okay then," she finally said.
"If USC wins, you get to spank me."

Though Philip's eyes widened in surprise, Jill
noticed that he immediately looked intrigued by the idea, and she felt her
pulse quicken.

"W-wait," she stammered, not wanting him to suspect
anything. "I didn't mean that!"

But her boyfriend was shaking his head. "Too late,
sweetheart," he said. "If USC wins, I get to spank you!"

Jill stuck her lip out even more at that, but
inside, she was thrilled. This had almost been too easy, she told herself. But
then a thought occurred to her. What if Stanford won? USC had better be as good
as Philip said they were. Because if Stanford won, she was going to be mad!

That afternoon, Jill joined Philip on the couch to
watch the game. At first, she didn't even know which team was Stanford, which
made cheering difficult. On top of that, she knew next to nothing about
football, so she had to listen carefully to the commentators, but during the
first half of the game, she was horrified to see that Stanford was winning. Dammit! What was she going to do if they actually beat USC?

But much to her relief, after halftime, USC turned
the tide in their favor, and Jill had to force herself not to cheer as they
began to rack up the points. Instead, she forced herself to sit petulantly
beside her boyfriend while he smiled smugly. By the end of the game, the score
wasn't even close, and she had to fight hard to keep the grin off her face as a
victorious USC celebrated their win.

"Well," Philip said. "You ready to pay up?"

Jill looked at him from beneath lowered lashes.
"Right now?"

His mouth curved into a smile. "Right now," he said.
"But first, you need to go upstairs and change into the bra and panties I
bought you."

Getting to her feet, Jill forced herself to walk
slowly as she made her way over to the stairs. But the moment she was out of
sight, she practically ran into the bedroom. Pulling off her shorts and
T-shirt, she quickly changed into the bra and thong panties she had agreed to
wear. Turning to the mirror, she was surprised to see that her face was flushed
with excitement. She had waited a long
time for a spanking, she thought, and thanks to a silly college football game,
she was going to get one.

Reminding herself that she didn't want to appear too
eager, Jill slowed her steps as she neared the bottom of the stairs. Philip was
sitting on the couch waiting for her, and he grinned as he took in her
half-naked body in the push-up bra and tiny thong panties.

His dark eyes smoldering, he sat back and patted his
knee with his hand.
"Over my knee, sweetheart."

Her pulse quickening at the softly-spoken command,
Jill slowly walked over to where her boyfriend sat. Kneeling on the cushion
beside him, she obediently draped herself over his lap and waited. A moment
later, she felt Philip rest his hand on her bare bottom, and despite how much
she wanted this spanking, she jumped at his touch.

"Don't worry," he told her softly. "I won't spank
you too hard."

Jill craned her neck to look at him over her
shoulder. "A bet's a bet, and you won," she
said. "If I'd won, you'd be cleaning out the garage right now, so fair's fair.
You can give me the spanking I have coming to me."

Philip lifted a brow, clearly surprised at her
acquiescence, and for a moment, he regarded her in silence. Then the corner of
his mouth curved. "Now that I think about it, you have been obnoxious all week,
going on and on about how Stanford is the better team, and how they were going
to kick USC's butt," he said. "In fact, after how annoying you've been, I think
you've earned yourself a good, sound spanking."

Thrilled at his words, Jill turned back around to
rest her head on her arms. The main reason she hadn't mentioned spanking to
Philip was because she wasn't sure he would go for the idea, but from
everything she'd seen so far, she was beginning to think that she may have
underestimated him.

Despite his promise to administer a sound spanking,
however, the first smack he gave her wasn't all that hard. Nevertheless, Jill
still let out a startled, little gasp of surprise. The next spank, this time to
her other cheek, was a little harder than the first, and she cried out.

"
Owwwww
!"

Her boyfriend chuckled. "You did say that I should
give you the spanking you have coming to you, didn't you, sweetheart?"

As he spoke, he brought his hand down on her bare
bottom again, even harder, and she squirmed
. "
Owwwww
!"
she cried.

"Didn't you?" Philip asked, giving her another hard
smack.

She bit her lip to stifle a yelp. "Yes."

"And you agree that you have been acting obnoxious
all week, don't you?" her boyfriend asked, his hand coming down again.

Oh yes, Jill thought. She had indeed underestimated Philip. Not
only had he totally bought into the whole spanking thing, but he had fallen
into the role of authoritarian more easily than she would have imagined. The
scolding he was giving her was almost as much of a turn-on as the spanking!

"You didn't answer my question, sweetheart," he
reminded her, giving her another sharp smack.

"
Owwwww
!"
she yelped.
Dang, that had really stung! "Yes, I acted obnoxious."

His hand connected with her bottom again. "Not to
mention that you rubbed it in every time Stanford scored a touchdown," he said,
and then chuckled. "By the time I'm through spanking you, the phrase red zone
is going to have a whole new meaning."

Jill vaguely knew that "red zone" had something to
do with football, though she didn't know what. She did have a pretty good idea
what her boyfriend meant about giving the phrase a whole new meaning, however,
and she couldn't wait for him to demonstrate!

She didn't have to wait long, because a moment
later, his hand began coming down over and over on her bare bottom. Somewhere
along the way, her tiny thong panties got yanked down. Not that they were
providing any protection anyway, she thought. He moved back and forth, smacking
first one cheek, and then the other until her entire bottom was covered with
stinging slaps. He even gave her several well-aimed smacks on her sit-spots.

All Jill could do was cry out as she pressed her
face into the cushion and kicked her feet. Ouch, that really stung! She hadn't
expected getting a spanking to hurt, but it felt like her ass was on fire!

But at the same time, it was so incredibly arousing.
She wasn't sure how something that stung like it did could be such a turn-on,
but it was. Her pussy had gone from tingling to soaking wet in just a matter of
spanks. And if the hardness pressing against her hip was any indication, then
Philip was just as excited as she was!

As the spanking continued on and on, she couldn't
help grinding against that hardness over and
over She
couldn't wait to feel that hard
cock sliding into her afterward. She had no doubt they'd be making love the
moment Philip was done spanking her.

Just then, the spanking stopped. Wanting more, Jill
opened her mouth to
protest,
only to let out a moan of
pleasure as Philip gently squeezed her freshly-spanked ass. God, that felt so
good, she thought. And so did that, she silently added as her boyfriend's hand
dipped between her legs. As he continued to squeeze her bottom at the same time
that he slid his finger into her pussy, she wondered absently when Stanford and
USC played each other again...

"So now, it's
become kind of tradition for us," Jill said when she had finished her story.
"Every time Stanford and USC play a game, I get a spanking, regardless of which
team wins!"

Hayley could
only laugh along with the other girls. Once again, she was amazed. She had
always thought of Jill as the most conservative one in their little group, but
after what she'd just heard, she was starting to think that she was the boring
one.

Chapter
Five

Across the room,
Genevieve was regarding Jill with amusement. "I wouldn't have thought that you
had it in you to be so devious," she told the other girl.

Jill shrugged.
"It just goes to show you to what lengths a girl will go to get a good
spanking."

Hayley laughed.
"Obviously," she said, and then let out a sigh. "But since I don't see myself
challenging Conn to a bet any time soon, how am I going to get him to spank
me?"

"You could
always try dropping little hints here and there,"
Lyndsay
suggested.

"Or try and get
yourself in trouble," Monica added. "It
worked for me.!"

Hayley's lips
curved. "But only because you had some help from
Lyndsay
,"
she pointed out.

Jill sipped her
wine. "Hayley, I think you should just the direct approach and talk to Conner
about it," she said. "Acting up and dropping hints is just going to confuse him
and frustrate you."

Hayley's brow
furrowed. "But what am I supposed to do?" she asked. "Just walk up to him and
tell him that I'd like him to spank me? I'd need to drink a heck of a lot more
spiked eggnog for that."

"You don't have
to be that blatant about it," Jill said. "There are some really good websites
out there on spanking. Maybe you could show him one of those. You could say
that you came across it and found it interesting, and then ask him what he
thinks about it."

Hayley
considered the other girl's words. She'd had no idea that there were websites
about spanking. But despite the fact that showing one of them to her husband
would obviously be much easier than talking to him about it, she still wasn't
sure she could do it. She would still be so embarrassed.

She sighed. "You
make it sound so simple," she said to the other girl. "But what if he isn't interested
in it?"

Before Jill
could answer her question, the men came up from downstairs, interrupting their
conversation.

"So, what are
you girls talking about?" Conner asked as he walked over to sit down beside
Hayley.

Hayley couldn't
hide the blush that crept into her cheeks at his question. "Just girl stuff,
she murmured, tucking her long, blond hair behind her ear as he put his arm
around her.

If her handsome,
blond-haired husband noticed her blushing, he didn't mention it. But as Hayley
let her gaze wander around the living room, she thought about the stories her
friends had told her of their spanking experiences, and she found herself
imagining each of the girls getting spanked by their respective husbands or
boyfriends. Her color deepening, she forced herself to focus on the
conversation instead.