Well you all know how much I love a hard spanking. Right? When you combine the concept with some sinful events then I’m hot and wet. Mmm… I wrote a little piece a couple of years ago for an anthology. When I received the rights back, I had to have a little fun with the cover. So it’s a bit risqué, but who doesn’t like a naughty time for the holidays?
Several years ago I purchased a fun a hell CD, one taking some of the most traditional holiday songs and making them well…wicked, very twisted. The CD was the inspiration to the story and I beefed it up a bit, you know kicking up the heat into molten lava. It’s all m/m/f with a naughty holiday party and yes, a hefty round of spanking. All women need a hard whipping around the holidays. Don’t you think? This will be on sale tomorrow…
“Twisted Christmas?” Wynter asked through clenched teeth as she eyed the nametag again. Yep, the piece of cardboard said Wynter Mclean right on the festive gold foil. Eying the cover of the CD she sighed. There was nothing like seeing a goofball dressed up as Santa Claus on the cover to start her day off. She was in a vile mood, ready to eat the antlers off a reindeer. Her entire week had been filled with asshole clients, the kind who made her believe in carrying a concealed weapon. Why was she receiving gifts of any kind?
“Kinda cute, isn’t it?” Sitting on Wynter’s desk she kicked out her leg as she glanced around the office. “Don’t worry, we all got the same thing, girl. Don’t you just love our boss?”
“You know, Kylee, if I didn’t know any better I’d say our boss was a bit nuts.” Sighing, Wynter stole a glance toward Michael Saunders’ office door and wondered what he was up to. He’d always been playful but somehow the 80’s something wacko holiday song collection was a bit dopey even for him.
“You’re surly today.”
“I’m not surly!” Oh hell like she wasn’t. Wynter was tired of hearing Christmas songs, very much over the bullshit commercialism. She’d been in a bad mood for weeks and the concept of a party pissed her off even more.
Kylee shook her head. “Whatever is going on with you, I think you need either a hard fuck or a good spanking.”
She couldn’t believe her co-workers were so into all the stupidity around the festive holiday. From cookies to presents already circling around the office, she was incensed little work was being done.
“Earth to Wynter.”
“What? What did you say?”
“Jesus Christ you do need a hard spanking. Perhaps Mr. Saunders would give one to you.”
A spanking? What the hell was the girl talking about? Glaring, she shook her head. “I’m just fine and dandy thank you very much.” Kylee shook her head.
“Right and reindeers fly.” Wynter wiggled in her chair. A spanking? She knew just the tasty man who could do the job. Sighing, she hated the way her nipples were aching from the thin lace of her bra scraping across them. Every time she thought about him, well both of them she became hot and horny. Cody Wallace and Daman Miller were simply finger licking good. Unfortunately they were both too busy with their respective careers as attorneys to notice a lowly employee. No, there was another reason. Damn it.
Wynter gave her a harsh look.
“What, you didn’t look at the card yet? Might make you think twice.”
“Card? Think about what?” Shuffling through the colorful bits of paper scattered across her desk she caught a glimpse of the red envelope. “Should I be scared?” Her thoughts moved into the naughty zone.
“Let’s just say that Mr. Saunders must have been drinking either too much eggnog or mulled wine this year but I’ll give the man credit, the party sure beats the tickets to the Baltimore Orioles home games,” Kylee grinned. “Now I just have to figure out what to wear.”
“To the office party?” Opening the envelope slowly she half expected the shimmering invitation to blow up. Seeing the beautifully designed card she was surprised. In the years of her employment the entire company had remained stodgy, as if allowing frivolity was uncalled for. She shook her head. A party. Nope. She definitely wasn’t in the mood.
“And you are coming, right?” Kylee demanded.
“I’ll let you know after I read this.”
Kylee jerked the invitation out of her hand. “Oh the whole thing is a lot more fun if I read it out loud. Saunders and Thompson PC cordially invites the staff to the annual holiday event on Saturday, December sixth from seven p.m. until and while you’re allowed to invite guests you’re encouraged not to. This time we plan on having a wickedly good time involving a bit of elf magic. What to bring? Nothing other than leaving your inhibitions at the door and the understanding that fun will be had. Forget the formal or business attire. Only shameless velvet, satin, leather and lace will be allowed in the front door. Whips will garner you special treats. Don’t be late or you just might be paddled by Santa.”
“Is he out of his flipped mind?”
“I told you this was amazing,” Kylee purred as she winked.
Wynter blinked furiously and gazed around the room like an elf was going to jump out and say ‘April Fools’. This couldn’t be real. “I don’t think I understand.”
“You and me and the rest of the office, sugar. If you ask me though the entire night might just be fun. I guess listening to these songs might give us some idea what to expect. I anticipate a delicious night of debauchery. Sounds like a salacious time to me. Twisted Christmas. I think I like the entire idea.”
Wynter burst into laughter. “Have you ever heard the CD? It’s wild and wicked.”
“Then the CD fits the party. Shame we can’t bring anybody though.”
Shivering, Wynter opened and closed her mouth as she felt heat built from the tips of her toes up to flush her face.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. You have the hots for two sexy attorneys. Let’s see. What are their names again? Hmmm. Does Cody Wallace and Daman Miller ring a bell? Maybe you can have your chance at seducing them in the kitchen area or perhaps in a locked down elevator. Getting all hot and bothered? Are you panties wet?” Chuckling, Kylee stood and wagged her finger.
“A little louder please so the cleaning staff can hear you!” Wynter snapped then groaned, visions of being tied and spanked mercilessly floating across the back of her mind. Hots? Hell if you called them red hots with a soft gooey center then you bet. Her greatest fantasy in the world involved the two hunks. There was no doubt they filled every dream, leaving her wanting nothing more than one man filling her pussy and the other shoving his cock deep into her ass. Absently she wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead. “Too bad they hunger for each other.” Was her voice actually croaking out the words?
Doesn’t every woman need a hard spanking at Christmas?
Wynter Mclean was very good at her job as a legal assistant for a prominent law firm in Baltimore but had grown weary of not being herself. Conservative yet ballsy, no one knew she had a wild and kinky side. She’d been acting up as of late, her performance and bad moods off the chart. After all, Christmas wasn’t her favorite holiday. When her boss decided to kick up the heat on their holiday party making the event a bit twisted she was determined to finally “come out” to her colleagues. Pining away for the two hottest attorneys in the office, not only did they have no clue she existed, but they were also in lust with each other. Purchasing a sexy outfit as required by the rather sinful invitation, she was ready for the event. Granted a glass of wine and a sex toy certainly helped ease her tension.
Cody Wallace and Daman Miller were lovers and well-respected attorneys, but they had a dark side that no one knew including sharing a D/s lifestyle. Longing for a third they just happened upon a rather kinky sight coming from a condo across the street and a sinful plan of magic was put to action. They’d hungered for the feisty Wynter for a full year, but realized she needed to be tamed. Enlisting the help of one elf who had rather shameless designs on the Christmas event, the three engaged in a sinful tryst of their own, one involving a well needed spanking. While the game was fun – what about the rest of the season?
What do you think?
Kisses and spanks…