Domestic Discipline Holiday Stories

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Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 38,721
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A delightful collection of stories that focus on feisty women who love dominant men. Each holiday story centers on a relationship and a promise. And, of course, the resulting spankings when that promise is broken by our naughty heroines. From a house that may or may not be haunted, to a wife who rebels against a maintenance spanking, detailed spankings abound! If you like spanking romances, you’ll read these stories again and again, each holiday throughout the year!

Mature subject matter for adults only. 38,721 words

Domestic Discipline Holiday Stories
1 Ratings (4.0)

Domestic Discipline Holiday Stories

Newsite Web Services LLC

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 38,721
1 Ratings (4.0)
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It was somewhere in the back of her mind that she’d no doubt be risking another spanking, if she looked out in the barn. But she just had to know what was out there. If she could only find a way to sneak just a peak, she’d know exactly what was under the tarp. Then all she had to do was act surprised enough when he finally showed it to her. The suspense of this gift was just too much for her. She was going to find out what Jack had under that tarp, come hell or high water.
Quickly, she finished putting the groceries away. She then went upstairs and laid her evening dress out on the bed. It was a very sexy, short, silver, sleeveless sheath with matching sandals. It would complement her red hair and peaches and cream complection very well. She also took a moment to take the clothes brush to Jack’s black suit. He looked so handsome in that suit and it made her feel proud to be his wife.
Hearing a noise, she looked out the window to see Michael and Jack sledding on the hill. Her son was wild-eyed with excitement, his cheeks rosy from the cold winter air. She stood at the window for a long moment, watching father and son, both happily playing in the snow together. Her eyes misted with tears at her good fortune to have this life.
Finishing her preparations for the evening, she went back downstairs. Once again, her thoughts were drawn back to the barn. She knew that she should just wait until tomorrow. But what harm would one small look do? She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her coat, heading for the barn. With a discerning look towards the hill, she quickly snuck out to the old red structure.
She’d been born and raised in the city. It had been Jack’s dream to have a farm, a truck, a dog and a barn. While she’d initially moved here for him, she loved their life in the country, sometimes even more than he did. She entered and quickly headed to where her surprise stood. He had it covered with a sheet, and it looked huge. Rubbing her hands together, with eyes sparkling, she reached over to grab an edge of the tarp.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Her heart almost stopped at the words, as she turned to face her angry husband.
“You scared the devil out of me, Jack. I thought you and Michael were sledding.”
Her husband walked towards where she stood with fury in his eyes, snatching the corner of the tarp out of her hand and dropping it back into place.
“I’m sure you did. But he wanted to build a snowman, and we needed an old hat. That’s what I’m doing here. What about you? Ruining my surprise by having a look, even though I’ve told you numerous times not to do that?”
Not sure what to say at this point, she simply remained silent.
“No defense at all, little girl?”
Still racking her brain to come up with any plausible explanation, she remained silent. She definitely didn’t want to go with the truth.
“Okay, so someone wants to ring in the New Year with an ass blistering, I see. I’ve tried logic and reasoning here. I’ve even asked nicely; all of which you’ve ignored. So now we’ll go with a way that you seem to understand, a hard, bare-assed spanking. Instead of making love to you in front of the fire tonight after the party is over, I’ll be taking care of this problem. And I want you to think about that all afternoon and evening. Now go.”
He turned her towards the house and sent her on her way with a hard swat to her behind. She was cursing herself already. And just like he’d told her, she was already thinking about what he’d promised. Her husband wasn’t one to make idle threats, either. If he promised her a hard spanking, that’s exactly what she’d get.

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