Santa, Sir by Rayanna Jamison

Author:Rayanna Jamison [Jamison, Rayanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: domestic discipline, Contemporary, holidays, Twelve Christmas Storys, Anthology, Collection, Novella's, Snowstorm, Winter, Snowy Weather, Holiday Greetings, Romance, Forever Love, Single Woman, short story, Bachelor, Adult, erotic, spanking, Anal Play, bdsm, Christmas Magic, Marriage, Unfortunate, Circumstances, Distance, Witnessed, Obession, Catlalyst, Marriage Reconciliation, Reconcile
Goodreads: 28180787
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2015-12-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

"Did you want to decorate the tree after dinner?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Becca looked up from her empty dinner plate, and stared at her husband blankly. She’d had the dream again last night, and had been at war with herself all day. It wasn't about the spanking, that's what she was trying to convince herself. It was about the attention and care. She was getting those now. Things were getting better. Her plan had worked, just maybe not in the way she had intended.

"The tree. Did you want to decorate it after dinner? Then maybe pop some popcorn and watch Elf?"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds nice," she responded, trying to muster up the enthusiasm and gratefulness she knew she ought to have. It was almost Christmas, and she had gotten her husband back this year. If only she could get the idea of a spanking out of her brain for good, and move on, she might be able to truly enjoy their time together.

"All right," Mase led, looking at her a little sideways. "Will you clean up the dinner dishes while I bring in the tree and get the decorations down from the attic?"

"Hmm? Oh, sure." Becca had to give herself a mental shake and will herself into the present. She was going to have a nice enjoyable evening with her husband, and she needed to be appreciative of that fact. It wouldn't end in a spanking, but it might just end in something as equally enjoyable, if she could manage to pull herself together and be present.

It didn't take long to clean up the dinner dishes, nor did it take long to get the tree decorated, as they were still newlyweds, and hadn't accumulated much more than your basic bulbs and a few special ornaments. Soon they were curled up together on the couch, with a fire roaring in the fireplace and the tree lights twinkling in the background, bathing the room in a warm glow.

Mase sat on the edge of the couch, and Becca curled up against his chest with her legs spread out beside her. Neither of them were really engrossed in the movie, both of them having seen it a hundred times before, but it was somewhat of a tradition to watch it, or at least the closest thing they had to one, at this point.

His arm had been resting on her back, but it soon traveled down, coming to a stop across the top of her backside, and she frowned, shifting lower on his chest so that his arm was once more positioned behind her back. Mase responded by shifting himself, groping her bottom once more and rubbing it absent-mindedly in a way that had her squirming with want. Damn him. He had the past few days, developed an unusual, for him, preoccupation with her butt.

Normally she wouldn't complain. However he wanted to touch her was better than him not touching her, but the consistent rubbing, groping and squeezing was an ever present reminder of everything she was trying to forget.

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