Page 45 of Christmas Secrets

Shuddering, Dottie turned around and marched silently back to the bathroom in her bedroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Ben’s t-shirt hung down to mid-thighs, her hair was totally messed up from sleeping on it wet, and she looked like hell. She shook her finger at herself in the mirror.

“Ye ruined Christmas day, but mayhap ye can still salvage something from it.” It was time to make it up to her husband for being such a brat today. He was right, she had trod right over what he was saying earlier, and she had blown him off before. She needed to do better.

Lifting the t-shirt, she checked the status of her buttocks. Very tender and still pink and red in places, but she didn’t see any bruising. He hadn’t smacked her as hard as he could have, for which she was thankful.

Grabbing her hairbrush and some styling gel, she spent the next few minutes dampening her hair and brushing it into its usual soft waves flowing down her shoulders. Quickly she applied eye make-up the way Toni had shown her for the exotic harem look. Then she dug in the bottom drawer in the bedroom and pulled out the two-piece costume that she had bought for her belly dance. Finally, she stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door and critically assessed herself. It was time to give Ben some new images to sleep on.

She was ready to save Christmas!

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Ben sat quietly onthe sofa nursing his drink and staring at the Grinch on the big screen above the fireplace. He wasn’t seeing the movie though; he was thinking about Dottie.

When he’d gone back to the bedroom, she was already asleep. He knew if he climbed in with her, her lithe little body would arouse him and he didn’t want to disturb her rest. He hadn’t seen any bruises on her, their heavy outerwear and the snow had shielded both of them from the worst of the roll off the snowmobile. Thank heavens.

He pinched his nose between his eyes once more trying to stop the replay his mind was set on of the Polaris slowly sliding beneath the dark waters under the ice. It could have been Dottie going down with it. He took another drink.

He also felt guilty because he had to spank her on Christmas day. Her thumbs would never have survived a postponement though. Still, it was a crappy way to end a beautiful holiday.

“Ben, don’t turn around please. Can ye turn off the television though? I still have one more Christmas secret I’ve been keeping from ye.”

Ben stiffened. “Another indiscretion?” he asked, his heart sinking. He really didn’t want to spank her again.

She giggled. “Nay, this is one of yer presents...the last one.”

His breath left his body in a relieved sigh when he heard that mischievous giggle. Picking up the remote, he turned the television off. “Okay, it’s off. Can I turn around now?”

“Nay, just stay as ye are.”

The lights dimmed and he could hear her fiddling with something. Suddenly a slow beating drum music began to play like something out of Arabian Nights. What was she up to? She came in from the left, gliding past the Christmas tree dressed like Barbara Eden in‘I Dream of Jeannie’from the seventies. Her body was undulating and her hands and fingers were moving in a sinuous rhythm. His gaze was drawn to her naked belly as she swayed and dipped before him, his mouth so dry he couldn’t even speak. Greedily he drank her in as his boxers suddenly sprang into an instant tent.

She took off the scarf from around her head as she danced, using it to swirl around her and lift her breasts to his lascivious gaze.

As his lass danced before him, the images that had been plaguing him all afternoon slipped away. He knew Dottie loved to dance, but he had no idea she was this good. How the heck did she make her stomach muscles do the suggestive things they were doing? The blood was rushing to both of his heads and liquid flames were racing through his bloodstream. He wasn’t sure how much more torture he could stand before he threw her to the carpet and ravaged her.

At last, she sailed through the air towards him in a graceful leap with both legs stretched out, then immediately dropped to her knees before him and wrapped her scarf around his tenting tadger.

“I am yours, master,” she purred, dropping her gaze in a submissive gesture and resting her hands on her thighs.

Ben grabbed the scarf and leaned forward to tie it around her wrists. “Up, slave. Yer master has need of ye this evening,” he growled, getting completely into the scenario she had started.

“Yer wish is my command,” she replied huskily, and stood up.

Ben picked her up and strode with her to the bedroom where he dropped her on the bed. Then he pulled the scarf above her head to secure her arms to the head rail. “Now ye’ll be completely at my mercy.”

When he dropped his boxers and leaned one knee on the bed beside her she spoke softly, her gorgeous eyes shining up at him. “Merry Christmas, Ben.”

“Merry Christmas to ye too, honey,” he husked as he drank her in like a parched man in the desert drinks at an oasis. “Ye are all I’ve ever wanted or needed. I love ye more than ye could possibly imagine.”

She smiled and the image of her in that harem outfit with her hands submissively tied above her head was printed indelibly in his memories. He couldn’t wait to take it off and see her completely naked and at his mercy.

“I love ye too, darling.”

By the time midnight rolled around and Christmas was over, he and Dottie were just falling asleep. Gone were the horrific images of the accident. His dreams were filled with sensuous images of his wife dancing and leaping in front of the fireplace near their Christmas tree. Her submission had been so sweet. With his Dottie wrapped safely in his arms, her body naked and soft against his hard length, Ben’s world was complete.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

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