Page 101 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Stay right there.”

“Mmm…” I wanted to say, how the heck do you think I’ll move, but I didn’t even have the energy for that.

He came back a moment later, carrying two washcloths and a bottle of lotion. I hid my head in my pillow when he wiped my ass. That was so humiliating!

“Chloe, after what we just did, how can this be so embarrassing to you?”

I turned my head to face him. “Because you’re wiping my ass like some two-year-old who is being potty trained. I’m a grown woman.”

He rolled his eyes, tossing the used washcloth into the laundry basket. “You don’t need to feel that way. I’m your husband; I take care of everything for you.”

He squirted some lotion into his hands, rubbed them together, and started to massage my ass.

“Ouch! That hurts,” I protested, trying to turn away so he couldn’t reach me.

“Stay still or else it’ll hurt a lot more.”

I did as I was told, not wanting to get another spanking. That’d make three in a twenty-four-hour period. It’d be a record breaker for me, for sure.

“This lotion will help with the pain. Give it a bit of time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He continued to massage my ass and even my sit spots. After the session we just had, I was spent. I was starting to doze off, but was woken to the sound of my husband’s voice.

“I’m all finished.”

“Now what?” I asked, turning toward him.

“I need to clean one more thing.”

I watched as he went over to the window and washed away the spot where my mound had been and where some of my juices had gotten on the window.

I was so mortified! My husband just had to clean the window where he fucked my ass. The most taboo place to be taken.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, sitting on the side of the bed next to me as he began to rub my back.

Turning to face him, I exclaimed, “You had to wash the window where you, uh, fucked me…” unable to look at him, I buried my face in the pillow, which muffled my voice as I finished, “in my ass and I came all over the glass!” Suddenly, a thought occurred to me and I twisted around. “Oh, my gosh! What if Mr. or Mrs. Fitzgerald saw us?! I’m never going to beable to look either one of them in the eye again.”

“Don’t you remember, hon? They’re in Florida on vacation.”

I had completely forgotten about that. Suddenly, I felt a lot calmer.

“I would never let people see what is for my eyes only, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like the thrill of doing it in public. And the way that you became so aroused, I think you feel the same way.”

Feeling embarrassed again, I hid my face back in the pillow.

“Sweetie, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Especially around me.”

“Mmm.” I wasn’t ready to talk about this with him. It was all new to me.

“How about if we table this discussion for another day?”

I moved my head to look at him.

“Fine.”

“Let’s get you dressed now, baby girl.” He stood up, disappeared in the closet, and came out a few minutes later carrying some items.

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