Page 19 of A Little Christmas Caper

Chapter 8

Nick

This is just a one-night thing. This is just a one-night thing. This is just a one-night thing.

No matter how much he chanted those words in his mind, he was having difficulty convincing himself he’d be satisfied with just this one scene. When she’d looked up at him with all those emotions swirling in her eyes, he’d been lost.

They hadn’t even finished their scene, and already he wanted to be the one she came to when she was hurt or scared or embarrassed. He wanted to be the one to kiss away all her fears and worries, the one to spank her when she needed the release, or when she lost the battle between being a brat and being a good girl.

But tonight was all they had, so he was damn sure going to make the most of it.

He’d already attached the spreader bar to her ankles, ensuring she couldn’t move out of position. Now, he was working in silence, threading the deep green rope through the arms she held behind her back, pausing every so often to ensure they were tight enough to keep her from getting them twisted up, but not so tight that it would cause any nerve damage.

“What color are you, pet?”

“Green, Sir,” she replied, her voice soft and dreamy. As he worked, he could feel her muscles loosen, and he swore he could see the tension leaving her body.

Poor little girl. Carrying so much weight on her beautiful shoulders. That she could carry it, he had no doubt. But it didn’t stop him from wanting to take some of that burden from her.

And maybe he could, at least for a little while. The rope scene had been an excellent choice, and he couldn’t wait to redden her bottom for her. By the time he was finished tonight, she would be a sweet, satisfied pile of submissive goo.

Tying the rope off at the wrists, he paused to study the picture she made. The green of the rope complemented the deep red of her outfit beautifully, though it did amuse him that he couldn’t seem to escape Christmas no matter how hard he tried.

“All right, pet. Bend at the waist for me.”

She hesitated and tensed, which he attributed to her not wanting to fall. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a hold of you and I’m going to attach the rope to this hook above your head so you’re held in place. I won’t let you fall.”

Once again, she relaxed. Moving carefully, she leaned forward, until her torso was parallel to the floor. Taking the rope in one hand, he grabbed the hook hanging from the ceiling with the other and looped the ends of the rope over the curved metal.

When he finished securing her in place, he stepped back, admiring the sight she made. With her hands clasped behind her back and pointed up toward the ceiling, the colorful rope wrapped in those beautiful patterns up and down her arms, and her ass peeking out from beneath her cheeky little skirt, he couldn’t imagine a prettier picture.

“Color?” he asked as he turned to pick up his toy bag.

“Green. So very, very green, Sir.”

“Good girl. How long has it been since you’ve had that pretty little bottom spanked, pet?”

“Umm. Years.” Her laugh was strangled. “Too long. It’s been way too fucking long. Sir.”

It was almost a disappointment that she remembered his title at the last moment. But since she had, he figured that deserved a reward.

Abandoning the toy bag for the time being, he moved behind her and flipped her skirt up, exposing the full, lush curves of her ass. With soft, almost teasing swats, he peppered her bottom, warming up her skin for what he had planned.

“Oh! Sir!” Trussed up as she was, she couldn’t move too much, but she had enough leeway to sway her hips a bit from side to side. The pink shell of her pussy lips glistened between her thighs, and he paused the spanking to run the tips of his fingers down, just barely brushing against her wetness.

Another gentle sway of her hips was accompanied by a soft, needy whimper. Pulling his hand away with more than a little reluctance, he spanked her again, a little harder this time, until her entire bottom was an almost uniform shade of pink and every few swats were drawing little hisses and whimpers of pain from her lips.

“Such a good, obedient girl,” he murmured, letting his hand drift between her thighs again. This time he slid a finger inside of her, biting back a groan when the hot, wet walls of her pussy clamped down around him.

“You’re soaking wet for me, pet. Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes, Sir! Please!”

He indulged himself in teasing her, playing with her swollen clit, fucking her with his fingers, until her breathing grew ragged, and her muscles flexed beneath the ropes.

“Not quite yet, pet.” With a quiet chuckle for her indignant huff, he walked around her to his play bag once more and crouched to search through the contents. He had plenty of stingy toys that would give her a lovely surface burn, but that would fade after a couple of hours, if that. She’d asked for something she would feel for much longer than that, and selfishly, he wanted her to remember him every time she sat down for as long as possible. Selecting a wide, heavy plastic paddle from his bag, he stood and moved back into position behind her. The skirt framed her bottom beautifully, giving him the perfect target.

“Brace yourself, pet. This is going to hurt.”

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