Page 80 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“No more than I, who thoroughly enjoyed giving it to you.” Dipping into her slickness with his fingertips, he circled the outermost edge of her channel. She tensed, hoping he would end the torment and slide deep inside, except he moved on to the aching nub in front and began driving her mad by alternating a slow tap with a fast, flicking motion from two fingers. If he kept that up, she’d come in seconds. She shifted, parting her legs as much as her panties would allow. “Please, Kyle.”

“Please what, Dixie? More spanking?”

“Mm,” was her mumbled response as she bit down on the corner of a toss pillow she clutched in an iron grip.

“Or do you want me to finger you to climax? I could eat you, making you mindless with pleasure with my tongue dancing on your clit. Or I could fuck you, bent over the back of the couch until you scream my name. Maybe I’ll do all of it, and after, your knees will be weak,and your pretty brown eyes will have that distant, hazy, well-satisfied look. You won’t be able to panic when you walk into Nana’s house clinging to my arm.”

“Yes,” she whispered hastily.

“Yes to what? There were several options.”

“I choose all of the above.”

His laughter rumbled low in his chest. “Ah, darlin’, I like how you think.”

“Honey, hurry, I need you now.”

The laughter quickly died out and the next instant, her panties were whisked down and off her legs. “Stay right there,” he murmured. His footsteps sounded on the floor as he moved away.

She twisted her head, while staying in position as he’d asked. Straining to see over one shoulder, then looking over the other, anxious from not knowing what he was doing or where he’d gone.

“Face forward,” he ordered softly when he returned.

“Where did you go?”

“I needed to get something, so we could continue.”

Then a crack echoed in the room, followed by a smarting sting across her upper thigh, right where it connected to her bottom.

“Ow!” she squealed.

“I was late in surgery last night, so I didn’t get to give you your punishment spanking.”

Another crack sounded, and the same prickling heat.

“For what?”

“For doubting me the night of the gala, of course.”

“But I apologized.”

“You did, and I appreciate that, but the lesson will drive how what you learned then and what you’ve learned here tonight. From now on, unfailing honesty and trust, Dixie.”

“Yes, Kyle, from now on.”

“Good girl.” Another sharp crack resonated through the room as fire blossomed on her lower cheek.

She tossed her head, twisting to see. “What is that?”

He raised her oval, rubber grip, detangling hairbrush. Holy crap!

“Four more, then we fuck.”

Her lips parted and the breath caught in her throat as he lowered the brush and rubbed the cool, smooth back over the burning ache he had created. Then he changed the angle, and ran it slowly between her thighs, tapping it lightly on her pussy. This caused a husky groan to slip from her lips, before he glided it up and over the curves he’d warmed with his hand.

“Can you be still and take the rest of your punishment without a fuss?”

“Yes,” she moaned, like a madwoman, wanting the rest of the strokes, although they hurt like a bitch. She wanted them for two reasons: to please him, and because she felt she deserved every one of them for doubting him repeatedly.

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