Page 96 of A Very Naughty Christmas

As I caressed her ass, the four wide lines that had been left from my belt felt hot to the touch.

Wanting to finish this, I got into place once more and laid the last two strokes on each of her sit spots. She howled in pain.

Tossing the belt onto the coffee table, I picked my sobbing wife up and settled her on my lap as I took a seat on the couch. Rubbing her back and petting her hair, I whispered in her ear how amazing she had done.

I might have been the one to punish her, but I also could be the one to comfort her.

She cried into my shoulder for a long time, which I didn’t mind. She needed to let it all out.

Finally, she settled down, looked up at me, and whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, baby girl. Everything is forgiven now.”

She wiggled on my lap. At first, I thought she was trying to find a more comfortable position for her sore bottom, but then I realized, when she parted her legs slightly, she was aroused. I guess there never was going to be a time that a spanking didn’t get her juices flowing.

I dipped my fingers between her legs and sure enough she was drenched.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, pushing her sex closer to my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I had to decide if I would give her what she wanted. Normally after a punishment, she always received a reward, but this time, things were going to be different.

“No. This is the last part of your punishment.I want you to go and stand in your corner with your hands behind your head for ten minutes. If I see you moving or touching yourself, the time will start over and you’ll be punished further.”

“But, Sir,” she moaned, wiggling on my lap as she spread her legs further apart. I could see her juices coating her inner thighs, and as tempting as the offer was, she needed to learn her lesson.

“Do you need more time with my belt, young lady?”

Without answering, she jumped up and headed to the corner, but not before she sent a teary-eyed look my way before getting into the position I had ordered.

This was going to be the worst punishment of the day for her. When we were dating, I quickly realized that she found no pleasure in delayed orgasming. Therefore, I hardly ever did it. Today, however, seemed like a good day to do it, to really drive home that I would not allow her to make promises to me and break them.

Waiting for the time to pass, I examined my naked wife. Her curvy ass was bright redfrom the spanking she had just received. If I had her bend over, I’d be able to see her swollen, drenched pussy. And if she turned around, her breasts would be full and her nipples beaded into tiny, hard peaks.

My cock grew hard as I imagined how pleasurable it would feel to drive myself into her. She would scream out my name as her inner walls tightened around my shaft. I had to fight the urge to do that, reminding myself that it would defeat the purpose of this last punishment.

Surprisingly, the ten minutes flew by, at least for me, which I was grateful for because by the time it was over, I was sure that my cock could have hammered in nails.

Standing up, I walked over to Chloe and put a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes, and my heart felt like it melted a little.

“Your punishment is all done, sweetie.”

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, Drew, or Sir, I know I’ve been punished, but is there some way to make it up to you? Please.”

“Are you asking to play, baby?”

“Oh, yes…”

“Hm, we are snowbound, which gives me some ideas.” Bound being the pivotal word.

“You have the very best ideas, Sir,” she said with a grin. After eight years of marriage, she was well aware of the kinds of things my kinky brain came up with.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Now that the serious stuff was over, I was ready to fuck her—hard.

“Lie on the bed,” I ordered as we entered the room.

“Yes, Sir,” she said eagerly, hopping onto the bed with a little bounce and then wincing. In her enthusiasm to obey me, she clearly forgot the state of her well-disciplined little butt.

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