Page 63 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I’ve always been faithful in all of my past relationships. I don’t cheat, and don’t ever plan to. My parents have been staunchly devoted to one another and happily married for thirty-four years, as were their parents for over half a century. When I find the right girl and settle down, I plan on following their example.”

“That’s rare these days. What’s their secret?”

“Honest communication for one. That’s why I was clear with my rules and expectations and why we’re going to clear the air with a spanking right off the bat. Can you live with that?”

She’d been on her own for a while now, not being subjected to anyone’s rules for some time, except Pete, and he was easily gotten around. Kyle, she suspected, wouldn’t be so easily swayed. Again, she bit her lip as a parade of confusing emotions marched through her head, one following the other, until the swirling riot of feelings settled in her chest, cooling her ardor somewhat. He wanted honesty? She’d give it to him, and did.

“I’m not sure because I’ve never experienced anything like faith and trust, and heaven knows I’ve never been spanked or anything like it, but I guess—if you’ll be patient with me—I’m willing to try it your way.”

“Always, Dix, and never, ever would I do something that would break that trust or cause you harm. And you can take that to the bank.”

She giggled suddenly, thinking of the pink ceramic pig on the shelf in her room. “I hope you mean your bank, because mine has fallen on hard times.”

His fingers flexed on her behind. “Dixie, I’m serious.”

“Sorry. I get what you’re saying, Kyle, and I do trust you.”

“Good girl, now turn around and lie across the console, knees on my thighs, ass in the air. We’ll get this taken care of, then go forage for supplies.”

His vivid description sent an erotic image to her already rattled brain. She bit her lip once again as she stared at the padded armrest between his bucket seats.

“Up and over, darlin’.”

With him guiding her, she got into position. It was warm, the heater continuing to blow, defeating the bitter cold outside. Their talking had steamed up the windows, further shrouding them in privacy. His palm running slowly up the backs of her thighs and over the twin globes of her upraised ass made the interior of the vehicle seem even hotter. Her face flushed at the intimacy.

A rustling sound of his coat from behind her was her only warning that this spanking was indeed happening, now. His hand came down crisply on one side, though not as hard as she expected. It smarted and caused her skin to tingle. She wiggled a bit, but said nothing as he repeated the smack on the other side. Kyle followed it with two more, moving briskly from side to side with a little more zip.

These caused a quick intake of breath, as she noted the tingle increased to a sting, but still made no sound of protest. He gave her the remainder more sharply, causing a considerable bite in what she now understood was punishment, and clearly not foreplay. At the sixth swat, she let out a yelp as the warmth changed to fire, at the tenth it had become a sustained whimper because her butt was now fully ablaze. By number eleven and twelve, which landed lower than the others where her cheek met her thigh, she cried out his name.

“Kyle, please…”

“All done.” Gently, he ran his hands over her burning behind in a soothing caress.Her ass was ablaze, yet it was nothing compared to the burning between her legs. That needed seeing to more so than her bottom. She ached, despite having made love with him at least four times and been brought to climax twice that in the past twenty-four hours. Two to one was an impressive ratio and quite unselfish on his part. And now, she was as hungry as if it had been a year, all from a spanking. Beneath his slowly circling palm, she couldn’t keep from moving and wiggled her hips.

“Come up here, Dixie,” he urged.

She heard him, but didn’t move, unsure if she could on her own. He hadn’t gone easy, not that she had anything to compare it to, and each smack, especially the last few, had stung, a lot. That wasn’t the problem, however. It was the heat rushing to her face, surpassing that on her behind and between her legs. She dropped her head onto her arms.

Kyle Prescott had just spanked her—holy freakin’ crap!

“Come up here and talk to me, baby.”

When she shook her head, he went into action, lifting and flipping her upright, while moving her onto his lap. As his arms enveloped her, she buried her face in his neck, her hand crawling up his chest to curve around his shoulders.

“Dixie?”

“I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? A first spanking can be emotional.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what, baby? Don’t shut me out.”

“I liked it,” she admitted, in a whisper that was barely audible against the thick collar of his cable-knit sweater.

“What was that, darlin’? I couldn’t make it out.”

She groaned. “Please, don’t make me say it again.”

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