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Enjoy this peek inside my kinky Christmas short story -
A SPANKING GOOD CHRISTMAS
Excerpt -
Marley would have
forgotten her Secret Santa gift if Cindy hadn’t reminded her. As it was, she
waited until she was home to open it. Office gifts were notorious for being
awful—case in point, the ridiculous leather strap Cindy received—and Marley
wasn’t very good at pretending. Every emotion she experienced showed on her
face—good or bad. The only way to keep from hurting a co-worker’s feelings was
to open the gift in private.
After heating a bowl of
leftover chili, she settled on the sleeper sofa that, except for a television
perched on a stand, was her only furniture. She made decent money, but with
student loans to pay off and the high price of living in the city, there wasn’t
much left over. At least her third-floor walk-up studio apartment had a
kitchen. Not everyone in Manhattan
could say as much.
She finished off her
meal then reached for the gift. The box was the type used for men’s neckties,
which she guessed was exactly what was inside. Most people in the office knew
she was female, but with a unisex name like hers, someone clearly had not
bothered to check. It wasn’t the first time the mistake had been made, and it
wouldn’t be the last.
Lifting the lid, she
stared at the contents. Not a tie, was the first thing that popped into
her head. Then, reading the slip of paper, her head spun.
Who would give her such
a thing? She’d heard of Bottom’s Up. Who hadn’t? Every news outlet of any kind
had reported on the exclusive club during the hoopla surrounding the latest
BDSM book everyone was reading. After seeing a television news clip about the
place, she and her then boyfriend, Max, had tried spanking. And she’d loved it.
They’d spank each other
as discipline for trumped up transgressions, like being late when they met
somewhere for dinner or forgetting to say please or thank you. Sometimes, Max
would turn her over his knee and pepper her bottom with quick slaps that eventually
became loving caresses and led to hot sex. Thinking back on the things they’d
done together made her wet with need. She’d loved the spanking even when it
hadn’t ended with the two of them in bed. It didn’t make any sense to her, but
the spankings made her feel loved.
Giving the spankings up
had been more difficult than giving up Max. Other than the spanking and the
occasional round of super-hot sex, there had been nothing between them. They
didn’t like the same foods, the same books or movies. He hated the city, and
she loved it. His decision to move to New Jersey and commute by train meant
they would hardly see each other unless she moved with him. Not willing to give
up her life in the city—such as it was—had been the last straw.
Marley read the gift
certificate again. She’d only told one person at the office about the
spankings. Cindy. God, she loved that woman! They’d worked together like a
well-oiled clock for the last six months, and over time, they’d become friends,
too. Leave it to her to come up with a unique gift, something meaningful, even
if the recipient was too shy to use it. It was the thought that counted, right?
She set the certificate
aside and took the dirty bowl to the kitchen. While she washed her dinner
dishes, she tried to think of something special she could do for her friend in
return for being so thoughtful. For all the confiding Marley had done, thinking
up something equally as meaningful for Cindy proved difficult. The woman was a
good listener, but she did tend to keep things to herself.
God, what if she told
someone else? What if the certificate had come from a person she didn’t know?
Marley tamped down the
panic making her pulse race. She’d simply thank her co-worker for the gift
tomorrow. If she hadn’t given it to her, she’d say so. Then Marley could panic.
Blurb -
Cindy has fantasized about spanking Marley ever
since her fellow designer admitted to missing the sexual kink after ending a
short-lived relationship. Rigging the office gift exchange is simple compared
to admitting her growing feelings for the other woman.
Marley can’t believe Cindy’s thoughtful present.
The gift certificate to NYC’s notorious fetish club, Bottoms Up, would be
perfect if Cindy herself were the one swinging the paddle, but admitting to
having a thing for her co-worker could ruin a perfectly good working
relationship as well as a treasured friendship.
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