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  Dropping to her knees in front of him, she flung herself at him, hanging from his neck. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed.

  Holding her to him, he kissed her. Keeping his lips on hers, he emphasized, “And there will be spankings, a lot of them. Mostly for pleasure, but know that I will issue them for discipline when needed.”

  She chuckled. Moving her right hand up his neck she clung to his hair, forcing his mouth harder to hers and nipped his lip. “It’s gonna be necessary.”

  Hours later, too many for Jana, and judging by Matt’s winks and ass grabs, too many for him, Danielle went home and Josie fell asleep. Jana had enjoyed sharing the outstanding news with Danielle and Josie, but she looked forward to using her other, secret present with Matt.

  She knew they must have completed their Santa tasks in record time. Matt constructed a kitchen playset for Josie, and she stuffed stockings. He guzzled half the glass of milk, and she scarfed down the cookie. After crumbling a small piece of the cookie over the plate, she caught Matt’s gaze.

  The massive smirk on his face belied the commanding tone in his eyes and voice. “Upstairs now. Naked. Collar. Draped over the bed.”

  Sweet heat suffused all of her. She dashed for the stairs and did as he told her.

  Standing behind her, he rubbed her lower back and her ass. He pulled the first gift from his pocket, removed it from the box and laid it by her face on the bed.

  Her legs quivered. Excitement and arousal replaced the fleeting embarrassment and modesty. She no longer had to imagine sharing this with Matt.

  After undressing, he retrieved a bottle of lube out of the dresser and generously applied it down her backside. His hand and fingers fondled the area and she relaxed, enjoying the new and different sensations it created. Picking up the plug, he squeezed gel on it. “Take a deep breath,” he instructed.

  It went in easier than when she did it herself. Having him do it, and seeing the look on his face as he admired it, had her bouncing on her toes, rubbing her nipples over the bedcovers.

  “You look amazing, Jana. Hot, hot, hot,” he grunted. “Pick up your head and look at that ring on your left hand.”

  She did so. She had everything she’d ever dreamed of: a man that accepted and embraced her for all that she was.

  “Shit baby. I planned to deliver some additional punishment for your ridiculous behavior, poor, poor judgement, and slapping me the other night at Pillow Talk, but not now. That plug says Matt’s Ass, and since I’m Matt, I choose not to spank it. It would look mighty fine wearing my handprints, but it’s just too much for me right now.” He palmed her ass and squeezed and rubbed each side. The movement and pressure the motions exerted on the implement had her pressing her thighs together. He continued until she placed her hands down and lifted her head and shoulders whimpering for more.

  Rubbing his hand lower, in front of the device, he extended her torment by touching, patting, and stroking her. Lowering his chest to her back, he swiped his tongue up the back of her neck. “You ready?”

  “Yes!” she yelled. “Past ready… Please.”

  Nudging inside her, he didn’t rush. The deeper he went the more she felt, in more places than she ever had. The plug and Matt filled her creating a plethora of the most pleasant pulsations. Quivers started in her core expanding outward to her breasts and knees. Matt continued at a slow, methodical rhythm. The tremors came at her from the front, the back, the middle, and they strengthened until she quaked in a full body orgasm moaning and groaning, losing herself in the best orgasm of her life.

  Matt came while she lingered in the aftershock of hers. “Damn, I love Christmas with you, Jana. Knowing I get to spend the rest of them with you is fucking awesome.”

  Her attempt at a laugh came out more as a sound a wounded cat might make, but she managed to say, “I love you, Matt.”

  She had not a single doubt that their life together would be fucking awesome.

  The End.

  Sheri Lynn

  Sheri Lynn was an Army brat, so her childhood involved moving every three years. However, truly a southern gal, she currently resides in Alabama with her husband, two chihuahuas, a mean cat, turtle, and a teenage daughter. She also has two sons, who live on their own, and a stepson and stepdaughter.

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  12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2018

  Celeste Jones

  Chapter 1

  Mattie

  Winter had arrived at Primrose Park and we all felt the loss of time spent outdoors. However, as personal maid to Lady Tempest Knox, it was not as though I had an excessive amount of leisure hours for strolling the gardens and sniffing the blooms, although the grounds of Primrose Park were noteworthy for their grandeur. During the spring and summer, the sunshine and fresh air coming through the many windows of the Knox family country home had made life quite pleasant.

  Now the hours of sunlight were fleeting, with wind and snow lashing against the tightly closed panes. Fortunately, I was now in the employ of the Knox family and not my former employers, the skinflint Freebushes. Lord Knox was generous with wood for our fires and for that I was grateful.

  On this particular morning I had responded to a call from my mistress, and stood before her in her sitting room. I had, for not the first time, tested her patience.

  “For heaven’s sake, Mattie, why can you and Baxter not get along? It puts me into an awkward position with Lord Knox. I thought you found him quite handsome?”

  “Handsome on the outside does not make him attractive through and through,” I replied with a sniff. I despaired of causing my mistress grief, particularly in her current delicate condition, but felt it necessary to hold my position on the matter of Baxter, Lord Knox’s manservant.

  Lady Knox sighed and reached around to rub at her lower back. Her time of confinement was drawing to a close and the entire household was on pins and needles awaiting the birth of Lord and Lady Knox’s first child.

  Perhaps no one looked forward to the birth of this child more than Lady Calliope St. Clair, Lord Knox’s mother who had recently married after many years as a widow. I was quite fond of Lady Calliope, though no one could ever take the place of my mistress in my affections.

  Well, that might not have been entirely true.

  “Mattie,” Lady Knox said, a pained expression on her face, though whether due to my malfeasance or the pressures of the babe in her womb, I did not know. “Please, for my sake, try to get on with him. Tis the yuletide – a season of peace on earth, goodwill toward men.”

  “I shall do my best, my lady.” I worked not to show my displeasure at the suggestion.

  “Thank you. However, I believe you need to apologize to Baxter.”

  “No!” The word escaped my lips before I realized it and I clapped my hand over my mouth, aghast at my disobedience. Regardless of the warmth of our relationship, I was still an employee who served at the pleasure of Lady Knox and Lady Knox answered to Lord Knox. I lowered my hand. “My sincere apologies, my lady.”

  “There, I knew you could apologize. Now, go and do the same with Baxter.” My mistress attempted to stand, but fell back into her chair with an exasperated sigh. “But first, please assist me to my feet.”

  Grasping both her arms, I
managed to get my dear mistress into an upright position. Pregnancy had made her rather ungainly, but in all the years I had known her, she had never been more beautiful or happy.

  Fortune had smiled upon us both when Lady Ambrosia had matched Lady Tempest with Lord Knox.

  “Thank you for your help, Mattie. Now, do as I asked and apologize to Baxter. Best to get it over with right away.”

  “Are you certain you do not require further assistance?”

  “Quit stalling. Go.”

  For a pregnant woman, she was rather bossy.

  Exiting her sitting room, I made my way below stairs to the basement. At this time of day Baxter was generally in his rooms taking his morning tea. If I had to oblige my mistress, it was, as she said, best to get it over with and to do it as privately as possible.

  “What are you doin’ down here during the day?” Sarah Jane, the scullery maid, asked. “The noon meal is an hour away.”

  “I need to speak with Baxter, if it is any of your concern.” Sarah Jane was a particular favorite of Lady Knox after a rather unpleasant episode several months earlier involving missing jam and an expectant mother’s voracious appetite. I liked the girl as well, but was in no mood for being pleasant and took it out on the girl whose fingers were red and raw from scrubbing pots. “I apologize, Sarah Jane. I ought not have been so sharp tongued.”

  The girl was quick to forgive. “Thank ‘ee for sayin’ so. I suppose tis good practice for you since I ‘spect you’ve been sent here to apologize to Baxter for arguing with him and waking the master and his missus.”

  There were no secrets at Primrose Park. I simply nodded and made my way down the narrow hallway to Baxter’s quarters. I paused to compose myself, then tapped upon his door.

  It took a moment before the door opened and I wondered if perhaps he was elsewhere on the estate, but there he stood. I licked my lips. “May I speak with you in private?”

  With a nod, he stepped aside so I could enter his personal sanctum. As butler and general manservant to Lord Knox, Baxter was afforded the bounty of two rooms entirely to himself. My position as Lady Knox’s personal maid placed me near the top of the social hierarchy of the staff, but I still shared a room in the attic with another maid. Comparatively, Baxter’s accommodations were kingly. In a household with as many employees and activity as Primrose Park, privacy was a precious commodity.

  The door closed behind me with a snick and the lock slid into place.

  Our eyes met and held for a breathtaking moment. “I-I have been sent to apologize for this morning’s outburst.”

  One dark brow rose. “Have you now?”

  “Yes.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and studied me. “Well, then you had best get on with it.”

  “Yes, sir.” I assumed the position with my hands braced upon the seat of a wooden ladder-back chair, my backside presented for punishment.

  Baxter lifted my skirts and piled them upon the lower part of my back, then used his hand to open the slit of my pantalettes, exposing the bare flesh of my bottom to his view and touch. A shiver of anticipation fluttered through my body.

  “Have you been naughty today, my dear?” The deep rumble of his voice sent a spasm of desire to my womanly places. He stroked his fingers over the flesh of my bottom, and my knees quivered in anticipation.

  “Do you have something you would like to say to me, Mattie?” he asked, his hands sliding down my thigh and then back up to cup the underside of my buttocks, his fingers warm against my tender skin.

  A surge of longing purred through me and I grabbed the edge of the chair more strongly. “I apologize for speaking to you so harshly this morning, sir.”

  “And what else?”

  “I was insolent and disrespectful.”

  “Yes, you most certainly were. I believe some punishment is merited for your actions, do you not?”

  “Yes,” I said my voice a whisper and my thighs quivering with need.

  Baxter raised his hand and lowered it, a soft smack landing on my left cheek. He stroked over my bottom with his hand before striking again on my right cheek. “You have been a very naughty little girl, have you not?”

  I have been called naughty my entire life by employers and the servants who ranked higher than me within the household, but that was nothing to the feeling I got when Baxter, the strict and sexy butler – and my lover – used the term. My nipples hardened beneath the many layers of my dress and I yearned to press my womanly core closer to his hand. But I held my position and answered his question. “Yes, sir, I have been very naughty indeed. I could not help it, sir.”

  “Is that so?” he asked. “Is maintaining a civil tongue so extremely difficult for you?” His hand delivered two more quick swats to my bottom and I gasped.

  “I could not help myself, sir,” I said, “as it has been three days since we have been able to be alone together. Twas desperation that caused me to create a scene.”

  “Hmm. So, you have trouble controlling your needs, is that correct? You are a naughty one.” He delivered three more swats to my backside, causing the flesh to heat and tingle and I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. He delved his finger into the heat between my thighs and I sighed with the pleasure of his touch.

  “Mattie, you are so wet down here,” he said his finger exploring between the lips of my cunny.

  “Yes, sir. It is because I desire you, sir.” Given the burning need spreading through me, it seemed a bit of an understatement.

  He pushed his fingers deeper, exploring the walls of my womanliness. “Desire? Is that the only feeling you have for me?”

  He pistoned his fingers in and out and then rubbed his thumb across the nubbin of my desire, sending me up on my tiptoes as heat and passion warred within me.

  “No, Baxter,” I said, my voice becoming thick with emotion. “I-I love you.”

  “And I love you too, my sweet.” He continued his ministrations to me until my climax nearly overtook me. Then he lowered his pants and inserted his heavy manhood deep into my welcoming heat. I gasped, arching my back and pressing into him. The need within me building to a crescendo as he pounded into me from behind.

  “Ah, Mattie,” he moaned, grasping my hips and shoving into me until I felt the slap of his bollocks. “You have bewitched me.”

  I gripped the chair as tightly as I could, closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations until the wave of completion washed over me, taking me to the stars and then gently settling me back to earth.

  Once I was spent, Baxter gave my bottom two hearty swats and spilled his seed into me with a ragged groan. After a moment to compose himself, he gathered me into his arms, sat upon the chair which I had used for support and cuddled me in his lap, my head pressed against his shoulder.

  I breathed deeply of his scent, the aroma filling my senses and enveloping me with contentment. I sighed and closed my eyes, savoring the moment with the man I loved.

  For as long as I could remember, my life had been chaotic and uncertain. Born to a poor woman, my father unknown and uncaring, I was forced into service at an early age, grateful for a roof over my head and to be one less burden upon my mother. My days were long and difficult, though I had managed to work my way from the scullery to lady’s maid.

  In the Freebush household, tension and ill humor prevailed. I felt my job was always in jeopardy at the whims of the mercurial Lady Freebush.

  My arrival at Primrose Park had gone a long way to advance my happiness, but it was not until I discovered the pleasure and security of Baxter’s love that I felt truly content.

  My morning sojourn was short lived and I disengaged from his embrace and stood up, checking my reflection in a small mirror on a shelf.

  Servants had not the time for lengthy love making.

  Baxter stood behind me and slipped his arms around my waist. “Would that you could spend the day with me, here in my rooms, where I could properly show you how I feel.”

  My heart sq
ueezed, not so much at the promise of his attentions, though I yearned for his touch, but at the emotion in his voice, the tenderness of his tone. I was not a creature accustomed to such outpourings of affection, and though I soaked up his attentions eagerly, it also made me uncomfortable at times. The intensity of my feelings for him was sometimes so compelling, it frightened me.

  Reluctantly I stepped out of his arms. “I must return to my duties,” I said.

  “Why will you not marry me, Mattie? I hate that we must sneak about, manufacture reasons for you to have to come and apologize in order for us to have privacy. Tis ridiculous. We cannot continue this way and I cannot continue without you.”

  I gazed into his eyes, seeing sincerity mixed with an undercurrent of hurt. Why did I not jump into his arms and say yes?

  Mattie

  Later that afternoon I found myself stationed atop a ladder, hanging ropes of garland in the drawing room of Primrose Park. Christmas Eve was just two short days away and household preparations were woefully behind schedule. This task ought to have been undertaken by other members of the staff, but when it came to holiday decorations, it was all hands on deck to make sure the halls were... well, decked.

  The aroma of the freshly cut boughs brightened my mood. For the first time in many years, I looked forward to Christmas. I had an excellent situation: a mistress for whom I felt great affection and who I knew appreciated my services. Until her marriage to Lord Knox, I dare say I was the closest thing to a friend Lady Tempest had. We had met when we were both inmates at the home of her aunt and uncle, Hestia and Norbert Freebush. Lady Tempest’s mother and Lady Freebush had been sisters and when both Lady Tempest’s parents died, her care fell to the ill-tempered Freebush family.