All She Wants For Christmas

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Tyler, Paige

All She Wants for
Christmas

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Chapter
One

Hayley Knowles
loved everything about Christmas, from decorating the house to shopping for
gifts to baking cookies. She especially loved the party that she and her
husband, Conner, held every year. It wasn't a huge gathering or anything like
that, just a small get-together with their closest friends, but they always had
the best time.

Not that any of
them really needed an excuse to hang out together, Hayley thought with a smile
as she listened to her girlfriends talking about what they had gotten their
significant others for Christmas. Since all of the men had gone off to play
pool in the game room downstairs, there was no chance of the women being
overheard, so the girls could all talk freely.

Hayley and the
other girls had been best friends from the moment they'd met in grade school.
Somehow, they had managed to keep their friendship strong through high school
and college, and when they had all graduated and come back to Seattle after
getting their degrees, they had picked up right where they'd left off. Even
though they now all had boyfriends and husbands, they still spent a lot of time
together.

Two of her
friends,
Lyndsay
and Monica, sat on the other end of
the big sectional couch from Hayley, sipping spiked eggnog. Petite with
dark-hair and brown eyes, both girls looked so much alike that they could have
been sisters. They acted like sisters, too, which made Hayley sometimes wonder
if the two girls had been separated at birth.

She let her gaze
move to her other friend, Genevieve, who was curled up in one of the
overstuffed chairs, a glass of wine in her hand. The tall, slender redhead was
as fiery as her hair color suggested. Outgoing and often outrageous, it seemed
like she was always doing something wild. If it wasn't rock climbing, then it was
scuba diving, or hang gliding, or something else equally adventurous. Most
recently she had taken up skydiving with her current boyfriend, Chase. Now that
was one thing Hayley could honestly say she had never had the urge to try.

If Genevieve was
the thrill-seeker, then Hayley's other friend, Jill, was the complete opposite.
Always calm and dependable, the blond was the most mature of the group. Which
was probably why she was the one they all went to when they needed advice,
Hayley thought.

As she sipped her
eggnog, Hayley realized that the conversation had gone from what they were all
giving their boyfriends and husbands for Christmas to what they hoped their
boyfriends and husbands were going to give them.

"Monica and I
were just talking about that the other day,"
Lyndsay
said. "And we've decided that we'd
really like to just drop the kids at our parents' so that our husbands can
pamper us for an entire day. Breakfast in bed, followed by a bubble bath for
two, then a nice, long full-body massage, and a romantic candlelit dinner."

Genevieve rolled
her eyes.
"Sounds boring to me."

"That's just
because
Lyndsay
forgot to mention the part about the
mind-blowing sex," Monica said. "We'd get to that part at some point!"

The redhead
shook her head. "If you're going to ask for the perfect Christmas present, then
you need to think big. I'd want Chase to whisk me off to a private island
somewhere, rub my naked body down with oil, and then make love to me for hours
on end out on the beach while the waves roll over us."

When Hayley and
the other girls laughed, Genevieve gave them a disbelieving look.

"Come on," she
said. "I can't be the only one who has kinky Christmas wishes!"

Hayley felt
herself
blush at that and hastily sipped her eggnog so that
her friends wouldn't see how red her face was. She wouldn't exactly call making
love on the beach kinky, at least not compared to the fantasies she'd been
having lately. Just thinking about them made her pulse quicken.

"Well," Jill
said, giving them a mischievous smile. "I've been thinking about how much fun
it would be if Philip tied me up and had his way with me!"

Hayley almost
choked on her eggnog at the words. She wasn't the only one staring at the
blond-haired girl in disbelief, either.
Lyndsay
,
Monica, and Genevieve all looked just as surprised by the other girl's
admission.

"You have to be
kidding," Monica said.

Jill
shrugged. "What can I say? There's just
something that turns me on at the thought of being bound and helpless and
totally at my lover's mercy."

Hayley could
only gaze at the other girl in wonder. Well, this was definitely a side of her
normally reserved friend that she'd never seen before.

"So," Genevieve
said, sipping her wine. "What about you,
Hayley? What's your kinky Christmas fantasy?"

Hayley shifted
on the couch, suddenly extremely aware of her friends looking at her. "Um..."
she stammered. "I don't really have any."

Jill laughed.
"You must," she insisted. "We all do!"

Hayley tucked
her long, blond hair behind her ear with a shrug.
"Nope.
I'm pretty boring, I'm afraid."

"I find that
hard to believe," Genevieve scoffed.

"Me, too,"
Monica said. "Come on, Haley. We all told what we want for Christmas.
How about you?"

Beside the other
girl,
Lyndsay
was grinning. "You know we're going to
wear you down you until you tell us."

Hayley couldn't
help but laugh. She normally wouldn't have succumbed to their friendly
pressure, but the rum in the eggnog had her feeling much less inhibited than
usual.

"Okay, but you
have to promise that you won't think I'm weird," she said, and then hurried on
before she lost her nerve. "I'd like Conn to spank me. I mean, I've never been
spanked before, so I'm not really sure if I'd even like it, but every time I
think about him putting me over his knee, I get so excited."

Hayley held her
breath as she waited for her friends to say something, but they were all
staring at her in astonishment. She felt her face go red.

"Oh God!" she
moaned. "You do think I'm weird! Forget I said that, okay?"

Jill shook her
head. "We don't think you're weird at all," she said. "At least I don't. I'm
just surprised. Not by the fact that you get turned on by the thought of Conner
spanking you, I mean, but that you've never been spanked before."

"Me, too,"
Lyndsay
and Monica said in unison.

Genevieve nodded
over the rim of her wine glass.

Hayley looked at
them incredulously. "Wait a minute. All of you gotten spanked by a guy before?"

The other girls
all nodded.

"You've really
never been spanked?"
Lyndsay
asked.

Hayley shook her
head. "Never," she said, and then frowned. "So, I guess that means I really am
weird since it seems that I'm the only one who's never had my bottom reddened."

Her lips forming
into a pout, she grabbed a snowman-shaped sugar cookie from the plate on the
coffee table and took a bite as she curled her feet under her. How could she be
the only one missing out?

Hayley had first
discovered her secret desire to be spanked several months ago. She had been
flipping through a fashion magazine at the hair salon when an article had
caught her eye. It had been a story about fulfilling your wildest bedroom
fantasies, and though she had skimmed through most of it, she had stopped when
she'd come to the part about spanking. Many modern women, it said, found being
put over their lover's knee for a spanking incredibly arousing. Admittedly,
Hayley had been shocked at the idea at first, but the more she'd thought about
it, the more intrigued she had become by the notion of getting spanked.

In fact, she had
been so wrapped up in the fantasy of Conner spanking her that she barely
remembered talking to the stylist while the girl had done her hair. Since then,
the thought had refused to go away, and she found herself daydreaming about the
subject all the time. But she could never see herself asking her husband to spank
her; it would be too embarrassing.

"So, why didn't
any of you ever tell me that you were into spanking?" she asked after a moment.

Jill shrugged.
"I guess we all assumed that you had done it, too."

Hayley's brow
furrowed. "Well, I haven't. And now that I know you girls have all done it, I'm
jealous," she said. "So, tell me what it's like."

Her friends all
looked at each other as much as if to say "Who wants to go first?" After a moment, Genevieve finally spoke.

"The first time
I got spanked was my sophomore year in college," she said. "It was my birthday
and my boyfriend Brad was taking me out to dinner to celebrate..."

Genevieve was just trying to decide which top to
wear with the cute new mini-skirt she'd bought at the mall that afternoon when
Brad knocked on the door. Glancing at
her watch, she was stunned to see that it was already almost seven o'clock. Her
boyfriend did have a thing about being prompt, she thought.
Which
sometimes made her wonder how they ever got together in the first place, since
she was always running late.
Hanging the top that she'd been thinking
about wearing back in the closet, she hurried across her dorm room to answer
the door.

Dressed in slacks and a sport coat, and looking like
he'd just stepped off a fashion runway somewhere, Brad looked as gorgeous as he
always did, and Genevieve felt her pulse skip a beat at the sight of him.
Taking a step closer, she went up on tiptoe to greet him with a kiss.

"You're early," she said when she drew away.

"Apparently," he said, taking in her half-naked form
appreciatively.

Not the shy type, Genevieve didn't mind
walking around in a bra and panties in front of her boyfriend.
He had seen her naked before, after all. She threw
him a quick glance over her shoulder as she crossed the room to her closet.
"I'm still trying to decide what I want to wear," she said.