All She Wants For Christmas (7 page)

A little before
midnight, the other couples announced that they had better be getting home,
especially since the snow was sticking to the streets. Hayley refused to let
them leave empty-handed, however, and insisted on making each of them a plate
of cookies to take home.
When she came back from the kitchen
a little while later, it was to find Genevieve deep in conversation with
Conner.
Both of them looked up as she walked over to where they were
standing.

"Are you two
talking about me again?" Hayley teased as she handed the redhead the plate of
cookies that she'd made up.

Genevieve
laughed. "I was just telling Conner that he needs to keep you away from the
eggnog," she said. "You're addicted to the stuff."

Hayley laughed,
along with everyone else, and after exchanging hugs all around, and a reminder
from Hayley and Conner to be careful driving in the snow, the other couples
left.

Closing the door
behind their guests, Conner pulled Hayley into his arms and kissed her
lingeringly on the mouth. A moment later, he lifted his head to gaze down at
her, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took in her slender figure in the
snug-fitting sweater, short skirt, and knee-high leather boots she had chosen
to wear.

"That outfit of
yours has been driving me to distraction all night," he said huskily. "What do
you say we clean up so I can take you to bed, sweetheart?"

Listening to her
friends' spanking stories had gotten her totally turned on and it was all she
could do not to tear off her husband's jeans and button-up shirt right there,
and
make
love to him in the entryway.

Hayley gave him
a sexy smile. "Or," she said, slowly running her finger down his chest to toy
with the buckle of his belt. "We could just clean up tomorrow and go straight
to bed instead."

Conn chuckled.
"I like that idea even better," he said, swinging her up in his arms and
carrying her upstairs.

As Hayley lay in
the curve of his arm in their big bed an hour later, she found herself wishing
for the hundredth time that she could tell Conner about her desire to be
spanked. She had never realized how erogenous her bottom was. But every time
her husband's hand had even casually slid over her ass as they were making
love, she had caught her breath. As badly as she wanted to feel the sting of a
spanking, though, she still couldn't bring herself to ask him to give her one.

But if she
couldn't ask her husband, then how the heck was she ever going to get spanked?
She considered the suggestions her friends had made earlier, and decided that
Jill had the best idea. Maybe it would be easier to pretend that she'd just
stumbled onto spanking when she'd been looking around on the Internet. That
way, she could just show Conner one of the websites and let him draw his own
conclusions.

Thinking that at
least it was a plan of sorts, Hayley snuggled closer to her husband and let
herself drift off to sleep, still imagining what his hand would feel like as he
spanked her bottom.

Over the next
several days, Hayley found herself thinking about spanking constantly.
Sometimes, it would just be a passing thought, like when she imagined Conner
giving her just a quick smack on the bottom as she got dressed in the morning.
And then other times, it would be a full-fledged fantasy.

She'd imagine
Conner spanking her in all sorts of different scenarios. One time, she'd be
over his knee while he sat on one of the straight-backed chairs at the kitchen
table. The next, she'd be bent over the bed with her panties down around her
thighs while her husband reddened her bare bottom with a hairbrush. Once, she'd
even fantasized about him spanking her in the shower. That one had gotten her
so hot that she'd had to stop what she was doing and slide her hands down her
panties so that she could touch herself. She had gone off like a rocket.

In keeping with
her plan, she sat down with the laptop and looked on the Internet for some
spanking websites. She found everything from blogs to story sites to photos,
and though she was both fascinated and excited by all of it, she still couldn't
seem to work up the courage to show it to Conner. She really didn't know
exactly how to bring up the subject. Maybe if he would walk in and ask her what
she was looking at, it might give her an opening, she thought. But he was busy
wrapping her Christmas presents in the living room and didn't come in, much to
her dismay. Hayley sighed and closed the laptop. Maybe she should just put the
whole plan off until after the holidays, she decided.

Hayley and
Conner spent Christmas morning lazing in bed together, but it wasn't long
before she couldn't take the suspense anymore and dragged him downstairs to
open presents. After that, it was off to his parents' house for a visit before
going to her parents', where they spent the day and had Christmas dinner.

By the time they
got home later that evening, Hayley was ready to change into a pair of shorts
and a tank top, and relax on the couch with Conner. After such a whirlwind day,
she would have thought that he would want to do the same, but it seemed that
her husband had other ideas.

"First, you have
to open the rest of your presents," he said, taking her hand and leading her
into the living room.

Hayley blinked
in surprise. After all the wonderful, thoughtful gifts he'd given her with that
morning, he had more for her?

Sitting her down
on the couch, Conner walked over to the Christmas tree and reached underneath
it. A moment later, he came up with two boxes wrapped in colorful paper and
topped with pretty bows. Where had those come from? Hayley wondered. She was
sure they hadn't been there that morning.

Crossing the
room, Conner handed her one of the packages, and then sat down beside her. In
the multi-colored lights of the Christmas tree, his blue eyes twinkled as he
waited for her to open it.

"But
hon
, I didn't get you any other presents," she protested.

He
chuckled. "That's okay," he said. "These
presents are really for the both of us anyway."

That had her
really curious. Eager to see what her husband had gotten her, Hayley eagerly
took off the bow and tore open the paper. Her lips curved into a smile as she
recognized the signature pink box that came from her favorite lingerie store.
Taking off the lid, she opened the pink tissue paper to reveal a sexy pair of
black lace-trimmed panties and a matching bra. Fingering the soft, silky
material, she gave her husband a smile.

"They're
beautiful," she said, leaning close to give him a kiss. "Thank you."

He grinned. "How
bout
you go put them on and model them for me?" he
suggested.

She glanced at
the other present in his hand. "What about that?"

His grin
broadened. "You have to put those on before you can open this one."

Hayley lifted a
brow. Well, that was certainly very mysterious, she thought. Still wondering
what the other gift could be, she gave her husband a smile and hurried upstairs
to change into the bra and panties he'd bought her.

Once in the
bedroom, she took off her boots, then pushed down her skirt and pulled off her
top, before slipping off her underwear. Naked, she stepped into the skimpy
panties and matching bra Conn had bought her, and then turned to survey her
reflection in the mirror before going downstairs. What she saw made her catch
her breath.

Totally one for
wearing sexy lingerie, the bra and panties that Conner had given her were
definitely that. Not only did the lacy bra enhance her cleavage, but the silky
Brazilian-style panties were cut high in the back to reveal a generous amount
of her
asscheeks
. If she hadn't modeled tons of
lingerie for him before, she might be a little embarrassed, but as it was, she
was getting more than a little excited.

A blush coloring
her cheeks, Hayley left the bedroom and went back downstairs. Conner was still sitting on the couch where
she'd left him, and he let out a low whistle when he saw her. Her lips curving
into a sexy smile, she slowly turned in place so that he could get a better
view.

"You look
amazing," he breathed, unable to take his eyes from her slender figure.

Sauntering
across the room, she sat down on the couch beside him. "So," she said. "Do I
get to open my other present now?"

His mouth
curved. "You do."

Taking the gift
that her husband held out to her, Hayley took off the bow and eagerly
unwrapped
it. The plain, white box gave her no clue as to
what was inside, and she hurriedly took off the lid and opened the tissue
paper, only to let out a gasp.

Inside the box,
nestled between the folds of tissue was an oval-shaped wooden paddle!

Her eyes flew to
Conner.

His
mouth quirked.
"A little elf told me that you've been especially naughty this year," he said.
"And you know what happens to girls that have been naughty, don't you,
sweetheart?"

"
Wh
-
what?"
she stammered, even though she knew exactly what he was going to say.

He grinned.
"Why, they get spanked, of course."

Hayley felt her
pulse quicken at his words. How had Conner known that she wanted to be spanked?
Had one of her friends mentioned it to him? Surely not, she told herself. None
of them would do that without letting her know, would they?

Beside her,
Conner took the box from her suddenly trembling hands. Taking out the paddle,
he set it down on the couch next to him, and then patted his knee.

"Over you go,
babe," he said.

Her heart was
pounding so loudly that Hayley barely heard the words, but there was no
mistaking the gleam in her husband's blue eyes. He was as excited about
spanking her as she was about getting spanked.

But now she was
also a little nervous. Fantasizing about getting spanked was one thing, but now
she was actually going to get one.
And with a paddle, no
less.
Would she love it as much as she'd thought she would?

Nervously
wetting her lips, Hayley carefully climbed over his lap and stretched out on
the couch. A moment later, she felt a strong hand on her back, and she
automatically tensed. It was like every nerve in her body was tingling with
anticipation. As much as she had dreamed about this spanking, she couldn't help
being a little anxious at the same time. Her friends had said that despite how
enjoyable spankings were, they still hurt, she remembered. While that wooden
paddle looked like it could be really fun, it also looked like it could be
really wicked, and she held her breath as she waited for Conner to begin.

But her husband
didn't spank her right away. Instead, he slowly ran his hand up the back of her
legs to gently caress her panty-covered bottom.
Oooh
,
he knew exactly what he was doing, Hayley thought. She felt herself beginning
to relax already.

"So," Conner
said as he traced the curves of her cheeks with his fingers. "How long have you
wanted me to spank you?"

Startled by his
question, Hayley lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him. "How did you
know about that?"

The corner of
his mouth edged up. "I told you," he
said.
"A little elf."

So, one of her
friends had told him, she thought as she turned back around to rest her head on
her folded
arms,
and she absently found herself
wondering which of them it had been.

"Well?" her
husband prompted quietly.

She thought back
to his question. "For a while," she admitted.

He continued to rub
her bottom. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She chewed on
her lower lip. "Because I didn't know how to bring it up," she said softly.
Then, after a moment, she added, "And because I wasn't sure you would want to
spank me."

Conner chuckled
softly at that. "You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart," he said, his
hand gliding down one of her slender legs, and then back up the other. "Since I
found out that you wanted me to spank you, it's all that I've been able to
think about." He cupped her bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I probably
fantasized a hundred times about spanking you in a hundred different ways, but
my favorite is definitely this one, with you over my knee, your sexy, little
ass just ready and waiting for me to spank. You don't know how hard it was to
wait until Christmas."

Her husband had
always been an expert at turning her on with erotic words alone, but hearing
him talk about how much he wanted to spank her had her pussy positively
purring. By the time he actually started spanking her, she would be dripping
wet.

Abruptly, Hayley
realized that Conner had stopped caressing her bottom. A moment later, she felt
a light smack on her right cheek. Little more than a love pat, it didn't hurt,
but it startled her nonetheless, and she let out a soft, little gasp. Another
smack quickly followed, a little harder than the first, and she almost moaned
when she felt the delicious sting it left.