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All She Wants for Christmas Chapter One

by Paige Tyler

© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2008

CHAPTER ONE

Hayley Knowles loved everything about Christmas, from decorating the house to shopping for gifts to baking cookies. She especially loved the party that she and her husband, Conner, held every year. It wasn’t a huge gathering or anything like that, just a small get-together with their closest friends, but they always had the best time.

Not that any of them really needed an excuse to hang out together, Hayley thought with a smile as she listened to her girlfriends talking about what they had gotten their significant others for Christmas. Since all of the men had gone off to play pool in the game room downstairs, there was no chance of the women being overheard, so the girls could all talk freely.

Hayley and the other girls had been best friends from the moment they’d met in grade school. Somehow, they had managed to keep their friendship strong through high school and college, and when they had all graduated and come back to Seattle after getting their degrees, they had picked up right where they’d left off. Even though they now all had boyfriends and husbands, they still spent a lot of time together.

Two of her friends, Lyndsay and Monica, sat on the other end of the big sectional couch from Hayley, sipping spiked eggnog. Petite with dark-hair and brown eyes, both girls looked so much alike that they could have been sisters. They acted like sisters, too, which made Hayley sometimes wonder if the two girls had been separated at birth.

She let her gaze move to her other friend, Genevieve, who was curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs, a glass of wine in her hand. The tall, slender redhead was as fiery as her hair color suggested. Outgoing and often outrageous, it seemed like she was always doing something wild. If it wasn’t rock climbing, then it was scuba diving, or hang gliding, or something else equally adventurous. Most recently she had taken up skydiving with her current boyfriend, Chase. Now that was one thing Hayley could honestly say she had never had the urge to try.

If Genevieve was the thrill-seeker, then Hayley’s other friend, Jill, was the complete opposite. Always calm and dependable, the blond was the most mature of the group. Which was probably why she was the one they all went to when they needed advice, Hayley thought.

As she sipped her eggnog, Hayley realized that the conversation had gone from what they were all giving their boyfriends and husbands for Christmas to what they hoped their boyfriends and husbands were going to give them.

“Monica and I were just talking about that the other day,” Lyndsay said.  “And we’ve decided that we’d really like to just drop the kids at our parents’ so that our husbands can pamper us for an entire day. Breakfast in bed, followed by a bubble bath for two, then a nice, long full-body massage, and a romantic candlelit dinner.”

Genevieve rolled her eyes. “Sounds boring to me.”

“That’s just because Lyndsay forgot to mention the part about the mind-blowing sex,” Monica said. “We’d get to that part at some point!”

The redhead shook her head. “If you’re going to ask for the perfect Christmas present, then you need to think big. I’d want Chase to whisk me off to a private island somewhere, rub my naked body down with oil, and then make love to me for hours on end out on the beach while the waves roll over us.”

When Hayley and the other girls laughed, Genevieve gave them a disbelieving look.

“Come on,” she said. “I can’t be the only one who has kinky Christmas wishes!”

Hayley felt herself blush at that and hastily sipped her eggnog so that her friends wouldn’t see how red her face was. She wouldn’t exactly call making love on the beach kinky, at least not compared to the fantasies she’d been having lately. Just thinking about them made her pulse quicken.

“Well,” Jill said, giving them a mischievous smile. “I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be if Philip tied me up and had his way with me!”

Hayley almost choked on her eggnog at the words. She wasn’t the only one staring at the blond-haired girl in disbelief, either. Lyndsay, Monica, and Genevieve all looked just as surprised by the other girl’s admission.

“You have to be kidding,” Monica said.

Jill shrugged.  “What can I say? There’s just something that turns me on at the thought of being bound and helpless and totally at my lover’s mercy.”

Hayley could only gaze at the other girl in wonder. Well, this was definitely a side of her normally reserved friend that she’d never seen before.

“So,” Genevieve said, sipping her wine.  “What about you, Hayley? What’s your kinky Christmas fantasy?”

Hayley shifted on the couch, suddenly extremely aware of her friends looking at her. “Um...” she stammered. “I don’t really have any.”

Jill laughed. “You must,” she insisted. “We all do!”

Hayley tucked her long, blond hair behind her ear with a shrug. “Nope. I’m pretty boring, I’m afraid.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Genevieve scoffed.

“Me, too,” Monica said. “Come on, Haley. We all told what we want for Christmas. How about you?”

Beside the other girl, Lyndsay was grinning. “You know we’re going to wear you down you until you tell us.”

Hayley couldn’t help but laugh. She normally wouldn’t have succumbed to their friendly pressure, but the rum in the eggnog had her feeling much less inhibited than usual.

“Okay, but you have to promise that you won’t think I’m weird,” she said, and then hurried on before she lost her nerve. “I’d like Conn to spank me. I mean, I’ve never been spanked before, so I’m not really sure if I’d even like it, but every time I think about him putting me over his knee, I get so excited.”

Hayley held her breath as she waited for her friends to say something, but they were all staring at her in astonishment. She felt her face go red.

“Oh God!” she moaned. “You do think I’m weird! Forget I said that, okay?”

Jill shook her head. “We don’t think you’re weird at all,” she said. “At least I don’t. I’m just surprised. Not by the fact that you get turned on by the thought of Conner spanking you, I mean, but that you’ve never been spanked before.”

“Me, too,” Lyndsay and Monica said in unison.

Genevieve nodded over the rim of her wine glass.

Hayley looked at them incredulously. “Wait a minute. All of you gotten spanked by a guy before?”

The other girls all nodded.

“You’ve really never been spanked?” Lyndsay asked.

Hayley shook her head. “Never,” she said, and then frowned. “So, I guess that means I really am weird since it seems that I’m the only one who’s never had my bottom reddened.”

Her lips forming into a pout, she grabbed a snowman-shaped sugar cookie from the plate on the coffee table and took a bite as she curled her feet under her. How could she be the only one missing out?

Hayley had first discovered her secret desire to be spanked several months ago. She had been flipping through a fashion magazine at the hair salon when an article had caught her eye. It had been a story about fulfilling your wildest bedroom fantasies, and though she had skimmed through most of it, she had stopped when she’d come to the part about spanking. Many modern women, it said, found being put over their lover’s knee for a spanking incredibly arousing. Admittedly, Hayley had been shocked at the idea at first, but the more she’d thought about it, the more intrigued she had become by the notion of getting spanked.

In fact, she had been so wrapped up in the fantasy of Conner spanking her that she barely remembered talking to the stylist while the girl had done her hair. Since then, the thought had refused to go away, and she found herself daydreaming about the subject all the time. But she could never see herself asking her husband to spank her; it would be too embarrassing.  

“So, why didn’t any of you ever tell me that you were into spanking?” she asked after a moment.

Jill shrugged. “I guess we all assumed that you had done it, too.”

Hayley’s brow furrowed. “Well, I haven’t. And now that I know you girls have all done it, I’m jealous,” she said. “So, tell me what it’s like.”

Her friends all looked at each other as much as if to say “Who wants to go first?”  After a moment, Genevieve finally spoke.

“The first time I got spanked was my sophomore year in college,” she said. “It was my birthday and my boyfriend Brad was taking me out to dinner to celebrate...”

 

Genevieve was just trying to decide which top to wear with the cute new mini-skirt she’d bought at the mall that afternoon when Brad knocked on the door.  Glancing at her watch, she was stunned to see that it was already almost seven o’clock. Her boyfriend did have a thing about being prompt, she thought. Which sometimes made her wonder how they ever got together in the first place, since she was always running late. Hanging the top that she’d been thinking about wearing back in the closet, she hurried across her dorm room to answer the door.

Dressed in slacks and a sport coat, and looking like he’d just stepped off a fashion runway somewhere, Brad looked as gorgeous as he always did, and Genevieve felt her pulse skip a beat at the sight of him. Taking a step closer, she went up on tiptoe to greet him with a kiss.

“You’re early,” she said when she drew away.

“Apparently,” he said, taking in her half-naked form appreciatively.

Not the shy type, Genevieve didn’t mind walking around in a bra and panties in front of her boyfriend. He had seen her naked before, after all. She threw him a quick glance over her shoulder as she crossed the room to her closet. “I’m still trying to decide what I want to wear,” she said.

“Well, you’d better decide fast,” her boyfriend said. “Our reservation is at eight, and it takes almost an hour to get to the restaurant.”

Genevieve nodded as she put on her skirt, but ten minutes later, she still hadn’t picked out a top. Even though the skirt was a simple black one, she couldn’t seem to find anything to wear with it. Annoyed with herself for not buying a top to match, she put her hands on her hips and let out a loud sigh of frustration. Maybe her roommate would have something she could borrow.

“Just wear anything,” Brad told her, not bothering to hide the impatience from his voice.

She whirled around to glare at him. “I can’t just wear anything!” she told him. “It has to match!”

He lifted a brow. “You’re wearing a black skirt, Genevieve,” he said dryly. “Everything goes with black. Besides you always look beautiful in whatever you wear.”

Muttering something insulting about men and their lack of fashion sense under her breath, Genevieve started to turn back to the closet when Brad caught her arm and turned her around to face him.

“I was going to do this after we got back,” he said. “But I don’t think it can wait.”

Her brow furrowed as he led her across the small dorm room. “Brad, what are you...?” she began, only to let out a startled little gasp when he sat down on the bed and put her over his knee.

 Genevieve immediately tried to push herself up, but a strong hand on her back held her in place, and she could do no more than lay there with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air while her boyfriend scolded her.

“I was just going to give you a playful birthday spanking, but considering that you’ve made me sit here and wait for so long, I think you need a good, sound spanking instead,” he told her sternly.

Her dark eyes went wide as she felt him push up her skirt. A spanking? She’d never been spanked in her life! Not even on her birthday!

Lifting one hand to rest it against his muscular thigh, she craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “Brad, wait...”

But her boyfriend’s hand was already coming down on her upturned bottom. Smack!

“Owwwww!” she yelped. “Brad, that hurt!”

He brought his hand down on her other cheek, harder this time. “Spankings are supposed to hurt, Genevieve,” he said. “That’s how you learn from them.”

She opened her mouth to protest, only to let out another loud yelp as he spanked her again. He moved back and forth from one cheek to the other, ignoring her squeals as his hand came down over and over. It felt like her entire ass was on fire! She would have thought that her panties, even as skimpy as they were, would have offered a little protection, but her bottom might as well have been bare for all the good they did. Ouch!

Then abruptly, the spanking stopped.

Instinct told Genevieve that she should push herself off her boyfriend’s lap before he could spank her some more, but Brad was already pulling down her panties. He wouldn’t!

Smack!

Biting back a yelp, Genevieve glared at him over her shoulder. “Hey!” she protested. “I’m only twenty, and you’ve spanked me a lot more than that!”

Brad’s mouth quirked. “That spanking was for not being ready for our date,” he told her. “I’m going to give you your birthday spanking now.”

Her eyes went wide. There was no way she could take that many more spanks, she thought, not when her ass was already stinging like crazy!

But instead of the quick flurry of hard smacks that he’d administered before, these spanks were different. They were slow and methodical, with Brad counting out loud after each one. They still stung just as much, but he was doing something else that was making the whole thing seem distinctively sexual. After each slap, her boyfriend gave her ass a gentle but firm squeeze that had her wiggling all over his lap.

Genevieve bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. How could she possibly be getting turned on? She would never have thought that getting a spanking could be arousing, but there was no mistaking the tingle in her pussy. Or how wet she was getting with each and every spank.

“Twenty!” Brad announced after a particularly hard smack.

Letting out a sound that was half yelp, half moan, Genevieve looked over her shoulder at him. “Don’t I get one to grow on?” she asked with a pout.

He grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re right,” he said, and lifting his hand, brought it down hard on both cheeks at the same time. “And one to grow on!”

This time, she really did let out a moan. She’d never been so turned on in her life! Before she could say anything, though, Brad took her arm and gently helped her to her feet. Genevieve immediately reached back to cup her freshly-spanked asscheeks and gasped at how hot they were.

Brad grinned at her. “Happy birthday, babe.”

Her lips curving into a sexy smile, Genevieve pushed her panties the rest of the way down, lifted her skirt, and climbed on the bed to straddle his lap, eager to show him just how much she’d enjoyed her birthday spanking...

 

“Of course, we ended up missing our dinner reservation and had to order pizza instead,” Genevieve said with a grin as she finished up her story. “But it was worth it. Especially since Brad decided I needed another spanking.”

Hayley could only stare at the redhead in disbelief. Genevieve’s story had been like something out of a fantasy, and Hayley found herself wondering for a moment if that’s all it was, a story the other girl had simply made up. But just as quickly, she dismissed the idea. Genevieve would never lie to her; none of her friends would. And now that Genevieve had gotten the ball rolling, Hayley couldn’t wait to hear about the other girls’ spankings.

 

 

THe Trouble with New Years' Resolutions

Chapter One

by Paige Tyler

© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2008

 

CHAPTER ONE

“Not again!”

Tatum Webber glanced up from the notepad in front of her to find her husband, Jarrett, gazing over her shoulder at what she had written, an amused expression on his handsome face. Her lips forming into a pout, she tucked her long, dark hair behind an ear and gave him an offended look.

“I’m serious about it this time,” she declared. “I’m going to keep my resolutions this year”

Pulling out the chair beside her, Jarrett sat down and folded his arms across his broad chest to regard her skeptically. “I tend to remember you saying the same thing last year when we were still dating. And if I recall correctly, you didn’t stick to a single one of your resolutions for more than a couple weeks.”

Tatum opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. As much as she hated to admit it, Jarrett was right. She was big for making New Year’s resolutions every year, but so far, she’d never been able to stick to any of them. In all honesty, she couldn’t even remember what her resolutions had been the previous year. Sad, she knew, but true. 

She didn’t even know why she bothered, really. Maybe because it was tradition. Making New Year’s resolutions was just something that the women in her family had always done. From the time she was a little girl, she could remember everyone sitting around the kitchen table on New Year’s Day while her mother, grandmother, and aunts each disclosed their big resolutions for the coming year. Of course, not wanting to be left out, Tatum had always made one, too. But even back then, it seemed more about coming up with resolutions than actually going through with them.

This year, though, she was determined to keep every one of the resolutions she’d written on the list, if for no other reason than to prove to herself that she could.

Lifting her chin, she met her husband’s gaze. “Maybe so,” she conceded. “But this year is going to be different. I read an article in Cosmo, and it had some really great tips on how to stick to your resolutions. It said that the most important thing is having a well thought-out strategy for achieving your goals. So, this year, I’ve really thought it out and I have a great plan.”

“Uh-huh,” Jarrett said, the corner of his mouth quirking as he regarded her. “And what exactly is this plan of yours?”

 “Well, to begin with, I’ve written down all of my resolutions,” Tatum explained, turning the notepad at an angle so that he could take a look at them. “I’m going to keep it on the fridge, where I’ll be sure to see it every day. The article said that it’s important to keep reminding yourself what your goals are.”

She chewed on her lower lip as Jarrett read through the list, mentally going over each one again. She knew them by heart since she’d been developing the list for the past month.

Number one was no impulse shopping. Since getting her very first job, she had gotten into the habit of buying whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, no matter how much it cost, which had led to some pretty big credit-card debt. Jarrett had helped her get most of it paid down before they’d gotten married, but now that they were a couple and had a joint checking account, she had decided it was time to be more responsible with their money. They had promised they would talk to each other before making any large or frivolous purchases, and this resolution would help her with that.

Number two on the list was to be more organized. She had never realized how disorganized she really was until she’d moved in with Jarrett. She had this bad habit of throwing bills and important papers in a big pile and just hoping that she would remember to take care of them. When Jarrett had been helping her move, he’d been amazed to discover she had boxes and boxes full of junk mail that she had never gone through or thrown out. Since getting married, she had taken on the role of managing their finances, so she knew it was very important to be organized. To that end, she had decided that she would dedicate thirty minutes every day when she got home to doing the household chores, the most important of those being sorting the mail and separating the bills, and then making sure she paid them on time. If there was one resolution she really wanted to stick to, it was this one. She was notorious for forgetting to take care of the bills on time, and she really wanted to do a good job with it. Jarrett trusted her.

Tatum probably could have stopped right there, but she was determined to go all out and fix everything she viewed as a flaw in one fell swoop. So, the next thing on the list was her resolution to eat better. As a realtor, she had no real schedule or routine to her day. She spent her time showing homes to prospective buyers, going to closings, conducting home evaluations, and creating computer listings, among other things. That had her on the go most of the time, which meant that she often didn’t have time for a healthy lunch. In truth, she usually didn’t do more than stop at the nearest Starbucks for a nonfat latte whenever started feeling hungry. Though the caffeine gave her energy, she knew that making a steady diet of it wasn’t exactly healthy, so she had decided to not only start eating breakfast regularly, but to take her lunch to work as well. Fruit and yogurt were simple enough to grab in the morning, so she should have no problem sticking to that plan, she told herself.

The fourth resolution kind of went along with the third one, but she had listed it separately anyway. Besides eating healthy, she wanted to increase her exercise routine. She tried to exercise whenever she could, but she had to admit that she was very haphazard about it. So, she had added a resolution to exercise at least thirty minutes a day, three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. She had to be specific about the days because she knew that if she gave herself an out, she would end up being in a situation where she would have to work out over the weekend to keep her resolution, and she knew that wasn’t going to happen. With her hectic schedule, exercising was going to be a little difficult, but she could do it, she was sure. Just a little jogging or walking on the nearby running paths, or even going to the gym after work, would be simple enough.

“Well, I’m definitely impressed,” Jarrett told her when he’d finished reading through the list. “But don’t you think it might be a little ambitious? Maybe you should just focus on one of these things to begin with. Like paying the bills on time.”

Tatum frowned at him. “Honey, if I did that, then I might as well just admit defeat right now, and say forget about the whole thing.” She sighed. “I know it’s a lot to take on, Jarrett, but I was thinking that maybe if you helped me, then I wouldn’t be so inclined to go back to my old ways.”

He nodded.  “Okay,” he agreed. “But how?”

She thought a moment. “Well, maybe you could just give me encouragement?”

The corner of his mouth edged up. “I’ll do that anyway. But do you really think that will be enough?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, but it can’t hurt, right?”

Resting his forearms on the table, Jarrett leaned forward. “How about we do something more along the lines of positive and negative reinforcement?”

Tatum laughed. “What are you going to do? Ground me if I don’t do my chores?” she teased.

Her husband’s mouth quirked. “Not quite. But you’re on the right track. How about I give you a spanking each time you slip up?”

Her dark eyes went wide. She must have sat there for a whole minute with her mouth hanging open before she stammered, “A sp-spanking? You’re kidding, right?”

He shrugged. “I would imagine that it would be very effective in keeping you from slipping up, don’t you?”

She frowned. “Well, yeah, I suppose,” she said reluctantly. “But would you really actually spank me?”

“I probably wouldn’t even have to,” he said. “Just the thought that I might spank you will be enough to keep you focused on your resolutions, I'm sure.”

After the initial surprise had worn off, Tatum couldn’t help but look at her husband with admiration. He always came up with the best ideas. With the extra motivation of thinking that she would get a spanking if she slipped up, she was sure to keep her resolutions. And like he’d said, it wasn’t as if he would actually spank her anyway. God, she loved him. He was so supportive.

“Okay,” she said. “It’s a deal!  If I slip up, you can spank me.”

Tatum felt a little funny actually saying the words out loud, but it wasn’t really about getting a spanking if she slipped up, because that wasn’t going to happen. It was that little bit of extra motivation she needed to help her get it right this year.

 

Tatum put her plan into motion the next day. Not only did she take her lunch to the office, but she was going to meet Jarrett at the gym that evening to work out. As she had lunch with her best friend, Jennifer, who just happened to also be another realtor in her office, she told the other girl all about her New Year’s resolutions. Tatum and Jarrett had been friends with Jennifer and her husband, Gavin, for years, and Tatum always let the other girl in on what her resolutions were going to be for the year.

“And this year, I’m going to stick to them,” she said, licking the last of the yogurt off her spoon. “Jarrett’s even agreed to help me.”

Her friend looked amused. “Really? And how’s he going to do that? Call you on your cell phone every five minutes to make sure you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing?”

Tatum chewed on her lower lip. She wasn’t surprised that the blond was skeptical. Jennifer knew all about her weakness when it came to keeping her New Year’s resolutions. Even so, she wasn’t exactly sure how to answer her friend’s question. Should she tell Jennifer about Jarrett’s promise to spank her if she didn’t stick to her resolutions?

“Actually,” Tatum said, making her voice sound casual as she set down her empty yogurt container and reached for her bottle of water. “He agreed to spank me if I slipped up.”

Across from her, Jennifer’s blue eyes went wide. “Spank you? You mean like a put-you-over-his-knee-kind-of-spanking? And you’re okay with that?”

Tatum hadn’t given the concept much thought, but hearing her friend describe a spanking so blatantly made her blush. It didn’t matter, she told herself, and waved her free hand dismissively. “It’s not like he’s actually going to spank me,” she told her friend. “It’s just his way of giving me incentive to keep my resolutions.”

The other girl didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure about that?” she asked. “What if he decides to follow through and spanks you when you slip up and forget to eat lunch or go to the gym?”

Tatum couldn’t help but laugh. “He won’t,” she said. “But that’s not the point. He’s not going to have a reason to spank me, because I’m not going to slip up.”

 

And she didn’t, either. In keeping with her resolutions, she brought her lunch to work every day, went to the gym with Jarrett twice that week, and set aside time every night to sort the mail and pay bills. Even though it was the first week into the new year, all in all, Tatum was very proud of herself. She was also a little surprised at how easy it was to fall into her new routine. Sticking to her resolutions was going to be a snap.

But she ran into her first obstacle the next week. She was just getting ready to leave the office so that she could meet her husband at the gym for a workout when Jennifer walked in.

“They have this really great sale at the mall,” she said. “Want to stop by and do some shopping before you go home?”

Tatum shook her head as she dug in her purse for her keys. “No impulse shopping, remember?” she said. “It’s on my list of resolutions.”

The other girl frowned, clearly put out. “Well, then at least come with me while I shop.”

It was tempting, that was for sure, Tatum thought. Nevertheless, she shook her head. “I can’t,” she said. “I’m going to the gym with Jarrett tonight.”

“Oh, come on,” Jennifer begged. “You don’t have to be at the gym until, what, six-thirty? That gives us lots of time to shop.”

Glancing at her watch, Tatum saw that her friend was right. She didn’t have to meet Jarrett for at least an hour, which would give her plenty of time to go to the mall with her friend. Just because she had resolved not to buy on impulse anymore didn’t mean that she couldn’t live vicariously through her friend.

When she and Jennifer got to the mall, however, Tatum found herself caught up in the thrill of the bargain hunt, even though she didn’t buy anything. By the time she thought to glance at her watch, she was shocked to see that it was already after seven o’clock.

“Crap!” she said. “I have to go. I was supposed to be at the gym half an hour ago.” 

Shoving the skirt she’d been looking at into the other girl’s hands, Tatum told her friend she’d see her at the office the next day, and then hurried out of the store. As she ran to her car, she wondered if she should call Jarrett, but then thinking that he’d probably still be at the gym waiting for her, she decided it would be faster just to head straight there. 

When she arrived at the gym twenty minutes later, though, she was dismayed to find that her husband wasn’t there. Her brow furrowing, she started to reach for her cell phone, but then stopped. If she called Jarrett, then she’d end up having to explain why she hadn’t been at the gym at their scheduled meeting time, something she didn’t feel like doing over the phone. Telling herself that she’d talk to him when she got home, she headed for the women’s locker room. Since she was there, she might as well exercise. It wasn’t like she had actually broken any of her resolutions yet.

Despite her good intentions, however, Tatum only did ten minutes on the treadmill before deciding she’d had enough and left. Her mind just wasn’t into it. Even so, she still felt proud of herself as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home. A week ago, she would have told herself to forget about exercising altogether, but instead, she’d at least made a good attempt.

 

Jarrett let out a sigh as he heard his wife’s car pulling into the garage. It was about time.

When Tatum hadn’t shown up at the gym for their workout, he had been concerned, so he’d called her cell phone. Getting her voice mail, he’d then decided to call her office, only to find out that she had already left. Thinking that maybe his wife was just stuck in traffic, he had waited another ten minutes before trying her cell phone, only to get her voice mail again. He’d waited at the gym for another half hour, and when she still hadn’t shown up, he wondered if she had forgotten they were supposed to meet and gone home instead. But when he arrived back at their place, it was empty. Really concerned by that time, he had finally called her friend, Jennifer, hoping that she would know where Tatum was, only to find out that his wife had gone shopping at the mall with the other girl.

So much for keeping her New Year’s resolutions, Jarrett thought wryly. Not only had Tatum blown off exercising with him, but she’d also gone shopping.

Not that he had really expected her to stick to her resolutions. In fact, he was secretly pleased that she hadn’t. Now, he would get to spank her.

Jarrett knew that probably sounded bad, but he had wanted to spank Tatum since he’d first started going out with her. She didn’t know it, but the thing that had first attracted him to her was her absolutely incredible ass. By the end of their first date, he was already dreaming about what it would be like to have that wonderful bottom thrown over his knee for a good, sound spanking.

He had spanked other women before, mostly as foreplay, but for some reason, he just couldn’t ever seem to figure out how to bring up the subject to Tatum. He had started to think that it would probably never happen, and then out of the blue, she had asked for him to help her with her New Year’s resolutions. It had been an opportunity too good to pass up. Even though these spankings were going to be of the disciplinary variety rather than erotic, it was a start.

Of course, Tatum had never really thought he was serious when she had agreed to a spanking, but she was in for a big surprise. However, Jarrett knew he would have to temper his enthusiasm. This was her first time, and if he didn’t handle this right, then he would almost certainly turn her off from spanking completely. He definitely didn’t want to do that, he decided as the door leading into the garage opened and his wife walked into the kitchen.

Taking in Tatum’s petite, slender figure in the simple top and long, flowing skirt she was wearing, he pointedly checked his watch. “I was at the gym,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Where were you?”

Relieved that her husband didn’t sound angry, Tatum set her purse and gym bag down on the low bench along the wall before answering. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I was supposed to meet you there at six-thirty, but I got held up.”

Jarrett nodded, his blue eyes regarding her with interest. “At work?”

She busied herself with the mail that was sitting on the counter so she wouldn’t have to look at him. “Kind of,” she said noncommittally.

“Uh-huh,” he said. “And then you decided to stop by the mall to do some shopping on your way to the gym, I guess.”

Tatum’s head jerked up in surprise. “How did you know I went to the mall?”

“When you didn’t show at the gym, I got concerned,” he told her. “I tried your cell phone, and when I couldn’t reach you, I called your office. They told me that you’d already left, so I called Jennifer to see if she knew where you were, and she said that you went shopping with her. Which means that you broke one of your New Year’s resolutions, didn’t you?”

She folded her arms. “No, I didn’t,” she told him, lifting her chin. “I went to the mall, but I didn’t buy anything, so technically, I didn’t break the resolution I made.”

He considered that for a moment. “But you did still blow off going to the gym to exercise,” he pointed out.

Tatum gave him a superior look. “Actually, I did go to the gym.”

Jarrett lifted a brow. “And you exercised for the full thirty minutes?”

Her brow furrowed. “Wh-what?” she stammered.

He gestured to the list of resolutions that she’d hung up on the refrigerator with a magnet. “You said that you were going to exercise at least thirty minutes a day, three times a week,” he reminded her.

She chewed on her lower lip. “I...um...didn’t check my watch,” she mumbled.

“Which is your way of saying that you didn’t exercise for the full thirty minutes,” Jarrett concluded.

Tatum sighed in exasperation. “Okay,” she admitted. “I did ten minutes on the treadmill, and then I came home. I’ll make up for it next time.”

Jarrett shrugged. “Regardless of the fact that you blew me off, you still broke your resolution,” he said. “Which means that I’m going to have to give you a spanking.”

She blinked. “A what?”

“A spanking,” he repeated. “We did agree that was what I would do if you slipped up and broke your resolutions, didn’t we?”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “But that was because I didn’t think you were really going to do it.”

His mouth quirked. “Unlike you, babe, when I say I’m going to do something, I actually follow through on it.”

Tatum stared at her husband in disbelief. Jarrett couldn’t really intend to spank her, could he?  But he had taken her hand and was already leading her over to the kitchen table.

“Honey...” she began, trying to hang back.

He turned to face her. “You did say that you wanted me to help you keep your New Year’s resolutions, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but...” she hesitated.

“Tatum, if you expect to stick to your resolutions, then you have to be held accountable for those times that you don’t.  It will never work if you aren’t,” Jarrett told her sternly. “Tonight, you chose not only to go to the mall instead of meeting me at the gym like you were supposed to, but you didn’t exercise for the full thirty minutes once you did get there. I’d say that you’ve earned yourself this spanking.”

Tatum chewed on her lower lip. Was he right? Was the reason she’d never been able to stick to her New Year’s resolutions because she’d never been held accountable for doing so? Maybe so, she thought. Perhaps a few smacks on the bottom were just what she needed. Besides, she was sure her husband wouldn’t spank her that hard.

“Okay, you’re right,” she said, giving him a sheepish look.

Jarrett lifted a brow, probably at how easily she’d given in, she thought, but he made no comment. Instead, he just pulled out one of the straight-backed chairs from the table and sat down.

Tatum went over his knee meekly, though her cheeks colored when she thought of the picture she must be making with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air. God, this was more embarrassing than she thought it would be.

She was just about to tell Jarrett how embarrassed she was when his hand came down on her ass with a resounding smack!

Her eyes went wide with shock. “Owwwww!” she cried out involuntarily. Sheesh, that had really stung.

But Jarrett ignored her protests, bringing his hand down on her other cheek, harder this time.

Tatum lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him. “Honey, that stings!”

“Spankings are supposed to sting,” he told her, giving her another sharp smack. “If they didn’t, how else would you learn from them?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was another yelp as his hand connected with her bottom in yet another hard smack. And he didn’t stop there, either, much to her dismay. Instead, his hand began coming down over and over on her ass with a steady rhythm that had her crying out in protest after each and every spank. The skirt she was wearing offered little protection, and she couldn’t believe how much the spanks smarted.

“Jarrett...” she managed in between yelps as he continued on and on. “Honey...owwwww!...please...owwwww!...you’ve made your point...owwwww!...honey, that really...owwwww!...hurts!”

Tatum was really kicking and squirming now, but Jarrett held her firm with a hand on her back. She even tried to reach one hand back to shield her bottom, but he easily caught it in his and held it captive as he continued to punish her poor bottom.

She was just about to start begging again when, much to her relief, Jarrett stopped. But then, as if he didn’t want her to think she was getting off easy, he gave another hard smack to each cheek.

“Have you learned you lesson?” he asked, his hand resting on her tingling bottom. 

She nodded her head emphatically. “Yes!”

“And are you going to do something else instead of meeting me at the gym next time?” he persisted.

She shook her head, her long, dark hair moving back and forth in front of her. “No,” she said.  “I promise I won’t.”

Tatum held her breath as she waited to see what Jarrett would do next. Despite the fact that she probably would have promised him just about anything as long as he didn’t spank her any more, she really did mean what she’d said. 

Thankfully, her answer seemed to satisfy Jarrett because after a moment, he took her arm and helped her to her feet. Standing there in front of him, Tatum felt a fresh surge of color rush to her cheeks at the thought of the spanking he had just given her. She opened her mouth to say something, though what that was, she didn’t know, and when no words came out, she settled for reaching back with both hands and cupping her sore bottom. 

Tatum had already been sorry about breaking her resolution even before the spanking, but now that he’d put her over his knee, she was even more sorry. And as she stood there rubbing her freshly-spanked asscheeks, she had no doubt that she would have no problem keeping her resolutions now. Because there was no way she was going to give Jarrett a reason to put her over his knee again.

 

 

 

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