Page 77 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Yes.” I lead her over to the ice side of the room where a bench is free.

“Do you remember you’re owed a spanking?”

“I might.” The corners of her mouth lift up in the most adorable way and I can’t help but lean in and kiss her.

My mouth slams into hers. I kiss her long and hard, a kiss that takes all my breath and makes me want more.

The taste of her is so rich and I can’t wait to give her what she’s owed.

I break off the kiss and hold her at arm’s length.

“Oh yes, you came last night and you weren’t supposed to. Remove your skirt and hop up on the bench.”

Holly grins, wiggles out of her skirt, and sets it on a cart. Her red panties barely cover her ass.

She hops up on the bench. “Now what?”

“Now I get to spank you and you’re going to hold ice cubes while I do.” I scoop out a handful of ice from the bucket, press two cubes into each of her palms.

Her eyes close for a moment, a shudder rolls through her body and she grins. “Okay.”

“If you drop those while I am spanking you, you don’t get to orgasm all night.”

“No!” But she’s smiling at me, her hands closing around the ice.

“Yes, Holly. Do you accept this punishment?” I cup her nape, pulling her against my chest.

“Yes, Noel.”

“Good girl. Lie down on your stomach, please.”

She does, and I wish for a moment I could pick up a flogger but we only agreed to hand-spanking.

Her ass is lifted and ready for me on the bench and I pick up another ice cube from the bucket. I run my fingers along her flesh, holding the ice cube between my fingers, rubbing it along her skin.

“Noel!” she shrieks.

“Do you like this?”

“It’s…yes, keep going.”

I run the ice cube over her panty-clad ass, between her ass cheeks. I nudge her legs open, so I can see the red strip of fabric covering pussy.

“Noel!” Her cry is fuel, as I run the half melted ice cube in my hand under the waistband of her panties. She kicks at me.

I clamp a hand on her upper thigh. “Stay still. Or I can cuff you?”

“I’ll stay still,” Holly grits out.

I laugh, kiss her forehead. “Good girl.”

Letting go of her thigh, I draw a circle with the half melted ice cube over her ass, covering every inch of her gorgeous globes.

“Five swats on each cheek. Count for me, Holly.”

I get close to the bench, throw my hand back and set it across her ass with a pleasant thud.

“One, Noel.”

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