All She Wants for Christmas

by Madison Kinkaide

Hayley Knowles loved absolutely everything about the holidays. She loved decorating the house. She loved shopping for gifts. She loved baking cookies. And she especially loved the Christmas 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 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. Which was a good thing because it gave them a chance to talk about girly stuff like make-up, lingerie, Pilates classes, and bikini waxes. All subjects that men didn’t really care to listen to.

Hayley and the other girls had been best friends from the moment they’d met in grade school. Somehow, they had managed to keep the friendship strong through all the trials and tribulations of high school, and though they had dispersed for a time while they pursued their own interests in college, they had all returned home and picked up right where they’d left off. And even now that they all had boyfriends and husbands, and in some cases, children, they still spent a lot of time together.

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 enough alike that most people thought they were sisters. Monica, however, had been born on the east coast and moved to the Seattle area with her family when she was in the fifth grade. But it was easy to understand why someone would think she and Lyndsay were siblings. Not only did they look a great deal alike, but they also had a lot of the same mannerisms, as well as the same taste in men. In fact, the two girls ended up marrying men who looked just as alike as they did themselves, something Hayley and the other women loved teasing them about. Even their kids looked a little alike!

Her other friend, Genevieve, 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, she knew how to have a good time, and it always seemed like she was doing something wild. As a matter of fact, she had taken up skydiving with her current boyfriend, Chase. Even though they all knew she was impulsive, no one had really believed that she would do it until she had shown them a video of her first jump.

If Genevieve was the thrill-seeker, however, then Hayley’s other friend, Jill, was the complete opposite. Always calm and dependable, she was the most mature of the group, the one they all went to when they needed advice or a shoulder to cry on. The only surprising thing that Jill had ever done was moving in with her boyfriend right after graduating college. As serious and focused as she was, everyone had thought that Jill would be the first among them to get married, but she and her boyfriend, Philip, had decided that living together worked better for them.

As Hayley sipped her own spiked eggnog, she realized that she had started getting that warm, fuzzy feeling that came after a few drinks. Which meant that she’d better not drink too much, she thought, or she’d end up falling asleep on the couch. While she was musing about Conner carrying her upstairs to their big bed, she 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’ and have our husbands 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. “Borrring!”

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

Though the dark-haired girl might look insulted by what Genevieve had said, Hayley knew she really wasn’t. They had all been friends for too long for that.

The redhead waved her hand dismissively. “Still, you girls have gotten way too domesticated,” she said. “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 while the waves rolled over us.”

When they all laughed, Genevieve gave them a disbelieving look.

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

Hayley felt herself blush at that, and she 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 have been thinking about how much fun it would be if Philip tied me up and had his way with me!”

“No way!” Monica said, her dark eyes wide as saucers.

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

But Jill only 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. Maybe Jill had had a little bit too much to drink herself, she thought.

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

Hayley shifted on the couch, extremely aware of her friends looking at her. “Uhm...” she hedged. “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,” she said. “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 hound you until you tell us,” she said.

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 herself blush with embarrassment.

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

But Jill was shaking her head. “We don’t think you’re weird,” she said. “We’re just surprised, that’s all. Not by the fact that you get turned on by the thought of Conner spanking you, but at the fact that you’ve never been spanked before.”

Hayley looked around the room to see the other girls nodding in agreement. “You’re telling me that you’ve all gotten spanked by a guy before?” she asked in disbelief.

Again, the other girls nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Finally, it was Lyndsay who answered. “Of course, we’ve all gotten spanked. I thought everyone did it,” she said. “You’ve really never been spanked?”

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 that’s never gotten 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? she thought to herself.

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 she’d become intrigued 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. And now she discovered that not only had one of her friends actually gotten spanked, but that they all had!

“This is unbelievable!” she said. “I never would have thought that my best friends were into spanking. I can’t believe it didn’t come up in conversation. Why didn’t any of you ever tell me about it?”

The other girls all looked at each other, and then shrugged.

Hayley’s brow furrowed. “Well, don’t leave me hanging,” she said to her friends. “If you girls have all this experience with getting spanked, you have to at least 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 began.

Hayley’s blue eyes went wide. “The first time?” she said. “How many times have you gotten spanked?”

The redhead gave her an impatient look. “A lot,” she said. “Now, do you want to hear my story, or not?”

Hayley nodded and gestured with her half-eaten cookie. “Go on.”

Genevieve tossed her hair over her shoulder. “As I was saying, the first time I got spanked was my sophomore year in college,” she continued. “You remember that hunk, Brad, that I was dating? Well, it was my birthday and he 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.

“Decide fast,” her boyfriend said. “Our reservation is at eight, and it takes almost an hour to get there.”

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, she thought.

“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 snapped. “It has to match!”

He lifted a brow. “You’re wearing a black skirt, Genevieve,” he said dryly. “Everything goes with black.”

Muttering something insulting about men and their lack of fashion sense under her breath, Genevieve started to turn back to the closet when Brad grabbed her arm and whirled 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.

Immediately, Genevieve 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. “Now, it’s time to give you your birthday spanking.”

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 now he was doing something else that was making the spanking seem distinctively sexual. After each slap, her boyfriend gave her ass a gentle, but firm squeeze that had her wiggling all over his lap. It took her a few seconds to realize it, but at some point, she had begun to moan in pleasure. How was that possible? she wondered. After the way her bottom was stinging, she would never have thought that getting a spanking could be arousing. But there was no mistaking the tingle in her pussy! And it got more intense with 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 all that came out was a moan as she practically saw stars of the best possible kind.

Taking her arm, Brad 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...

“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.”

“Wow!” Hayley breathed, unable to believe what she’d just heard.

Genevieve’s story had been absolutely amazing, she thought. Not to mention hot! But as she studied her friend, Hayley found herself wondering for a moment it 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!

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