Chapter 6 #3
“Whoa, whoa. No one said anything about me needing to be spanked more often.”
“Are you sure? Because that’s what I heard and if you’re running around being unsafe, then your actions are speaking way louder than your words.”
I knew all she was going to do was protest so I cut her off at the pass and just started spanking instead. I needed her to understand the magnitude of the situation as well as punish her thoroughly enough to get her name removed from the list.
From the squirming and protesting she was doing from the get-go, one might think I was branding her with a hot iron.
Unfortunately for her, I knew how much her cute little bottom could take and her theatrics were not going to deter me.
Actually, from what I knew about my girl, it was when the theatrics stopped and she went limp that she was accepting the punishment for what it was.
It took her a lot longer to get there than it usually did, which spoke volumes about her current headspace, but the spoon won out in the end.
Once she was still and the sound of her sniffles hit my ears, I stopped spanking and set the spoon on the arm of my chair.
I wanted it close in case I needed it again.
Crystal wasn’t sobbing, so it was possible I would need to use it to get her to that point if she didn’t seem to be properly punished enough. Not likely, but certainly possible.
“Are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl again?” I asked as I palmed each of her cheeks, giving a hard squeeze for good measure.
“Yes, Daddy.” She arched her back trying to get away from my grasp.
Her body pressed against my hardened cock and I winced. We had a long- standing rule that there was no pleasure after a punishment so I was going to have to suffer through the rest of the day unless I saw to myself in the shower.
Crystal must have felt the effect the spanking had on me because when she turned to look at me, I could see the mischievous glint in her eye.
“How about I be a really good girl and take care of that for you?” She bit her lip.
I spanked each cheek twice more. “You know there is no pleasure directly after a punishment, naughty girl.”
“Ow! I know that, but no one says you have to suffer too. You aren’t the one in trouble,” she argued.
We'd been here before and I’d mistakenly allowed her to sway me once or twice, but that wasn’t what I wanted this time. I mean, I wanted it, but it wasn’t what either of us really needed.
“Not this time. I know how much you like sucking Daddy’s cock, so even if you’re not getting a release, you still get pleasure from doing it.”
She sighed heavily.
“Frustrating when none of your tricks are working, isn’t it?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Well if you can manage to behave for the rest of the night, maybe we can enjoy one another before bed,” I told her as I helped her to stand in front of me.
“Are you going back to work now?”
Even if I had planned to go back to the office, the forlorn expression on her face would have stopped me in my tracks. The twinkle of unshed tears damn near broke me.
I pulled her gently into my lap so I could hold her while I reassured her.
“I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the night.
I know it’s been a really rough few months and I’m sorry I have made you feel like you are not as important to me as my job.
I can’t promise it will get better from now until Christmas, but for tonight I am turning off all communication from the elves and it will just be me and you.
How about we get some of those cookies and I whip up some hot chocolate and we watch a couple of Christmas movies? ”
“That sounds really nice.”
Her body melted into mine and we sat in silence for a long time. It was so long I'd thought my little elf had fallen asleep, but then she lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me. Her eyes had lost that despondent look, but there was still something there.
“I’m really sorry for causing trouble.”
“You didn’t cause that much trouble, little elf.” Aside from giving me a heart attack by ending up on the naughty list three days before Christmas. “You were punished and you’re not going to do it again, correct?”
“Correct. Dress warm and no more borrowing things without asking.”
“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead. “Now let’s get comfy and shut out the world.”
I snapped my fingers and we were both instantly dressed in matching fleece Christmas pajamas.
“Really?” She quirked her brow and shook her head.
“What? You don’t like them?”
She shook her head and giggled. “Sometimes you make it really hard to forget that I married Santa Claus.”
“Why would you want to forget that?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“I don’t want to forget. Just sometimes the reminders hit harder than other times.”
“I can’t really understand, because this life is all I know, but trust me when I say that after Christmas I’m going to make it my mission to make you forget. There will be no Christmas, no Mr. and Mrs. Claus. Just Crystal and Yule on a very well-deserved vacation.”
She gave a small smile and leaned up to kiss my cheek before climbing off my lap.
“As much as I am looking forward to that, I know who we are and I know who I married. If it wasn’t for who you are, then I would still be living all alone in Las Vegas, hating Christmas and being miserable.
So yes, I do miss you, but I wouldn’t change any of this for the world. ”
“Good, because neither would I. Now why don’t you go fix us a pretty tray of cookies while I make a quick call to the office?”
Her face fell when I mentioned work and I rushed to reassure her.
“Just to let Bernadette know my plan.” I held up one finger to illustrate my words. “I promise. The only thing that could tear me out of this house and away from you right now would be some cataclysmic world-ending catastrophe.”
“Cataclysmic world-ending catastrophe, huh? I think you’ve been spending a little too much time with the elves. Their dramatics are rubbing off on you.” She smirked.
“Oh yeah? Well I think you should go pick out some cookies before Daddy decides you’re way too sassy for a girl that just got her naughty butt spanked,” I teased, then swatted at her as she scurried away laughing.
It was a fun, carefree laugh that I hadn’t heard in a long time and the sound settled something in my soul.
I sat with the happy vibes for a minute before I found my phone and shot off a quick message to Bernadette.
I’d already warned her I wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day, but I really wanted to reiterate that to her and also let her know if there was a true emergency, she could reach out to my father.
With how bored he was and how crazy he was making Mama, I was sure he would welcome the chance to jump in and help with whatever was necessary.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know what he was doing.
Just as I tucked the phone away, Crystal came in with a tray piled high with all different types of cookies.
“You know, you barely touched your pizza, I’m not even sure I should let you have cookies yet.”
She stopped in her tracks and did one long, slow blink.
“But you said we were going to have cookies and hot chocolate and watch movies,” she reminded me. “You told me to fix a plate of cookies.” She raised the tray in my direction.
“I know what I said.” I sighed. “We’ll just make sure to have a really healthy dinner, I guess.”
Looking around the room, I noticed for the first time that while it was perfectly decorated for Christmas, it was almost too perfect. It felt a little bit impersonal and cold. I didn’t like it. With a snap of my fingers, I changed the entire thing.
Suddenly the smell of fresh pine filled the air.
The fireplace crackled, casting a warm, dancing glow across the room.The mantelpiece was wrapped with a thick garland of thick fresh evergreen, punctuated by pinecones and red berries.
Bright red-and-gold candles of varying heights flickered gently among the greenery, their light reflected and multiplied by a large mirror hanging above the mantel.
Three traditional red-and-white stockings hung from hooks, our names embroidered in a fancy silver script.
One for each of us and one for Dixie. The elves would see that they were filled when they delivered our presents while I was away and Crystal was fast asleep on Christmas Eve.
The tree was the true focal point. It was large and full, strung with colorful lights and an obnoxious amount of tinsel.
Each ornament that hung from its branches was unique and carried a meaning or a memory.
A velvety white tree skirt gave the illusion of snow beneath the branches and an old toy train clicked against a track that made its way around the entire base.
“There, that feels a bit more like home now, doesn’t it?” I smiled and turned to my sweet wife.
“It does. I’ve been wanting to change a few things but the helper elves had worked so hard and I didn’t want to hurt their feelings by messing up their vision.”
“Little elf, I don’t care if a hundred elves spent thousands of hours decorating and you changed every single thing. This is your home, our home, not theirs. They’re sent in to make things easier, that is their only purpose.”
She smirked. “A hundred elves and thousands of hours? So dramatic. I’m really starting to worry about you.”
“Ha ha ha. Pick a movie and I’ll get the hot chocolate, brat.”
“Gladly.” She smiled and set the tray of cookies on the coffee table before grabbing a big fluffy blanket covered in colorful penguins wearing Santa hats and snuggling into a heap on the couch.
I picked up the remote and attempted to hand it to her but she shook her head with a cheeky smile.
“I don’t need that.” She gestured to the television with a tilt of her chin.
It turned on behind me and I shook my head.
Her magic seemed to be getting pretty strong and I’d only seen glimpses of it.
However she was getting really comfortable tossing it around whenever it suited her.
I didn’t mind, but I idly wondered what all she could really do.
I just hadn’t wanted to pry too much. Mama Claus’ magic had been minimal, either that or she simply didn’t like using it because I didn’t remember ever seeing her use it when I was a boy.
I hadn’t even known she had any magic until my teens when I’d rolled my snowmobile and had been stuck under it in a snowbank and she’d used her abilities to pull me out.
So was Crystal’s magic strong enough for something like that?
I thought about it for a moment before deciding that it was a conversation for another day.
Maybe we would save it for our month-long vacation away.
For now it was an afternoon full of hot chocolate, cookies and movies with my sweet, albeit naughty, wife.
I headed to the kitchen to get some mugs and magic in some of Mama Claus’ special hot chocolate.
I technically could have done it all from the couch, but if I used magic for everything then life would get really boring and my body would pay the price for sure.
“Okay, little elf, what’s first on the movie list?”
“When I was little, I used to love to watch the really old Christmas movies with my grandparents. The black-and-white ones. This one is called Bright Eyes.”
“Shirley Temple, came out in 1934. Good choice. A lot of the new Christmas movies don’t really capture the magic the way the older ones do,” I agreed as I sat next to her on the couch and handed her a mug.
She leaned in to me best she could while still inside her blanket mound.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she would remove the barrier between us so I could snuggle her better, but I would let her take lead on that.
“You know I would understand if you need to go back to work, right?” she asked, all of a sudden very focused on the mini marshmallows floating in her hot chocolate.
“I know you would understand, but I also know you would be bummed and, babygirl, so would I. I’m not going anywhere and if you try to get rid of me again, I may have to take action.” I nudged her teasingly.
“What kinda action?” She peaked up from her lashes. The fire in her eyes told me exactly what she was hoping the answer would be.
“Not the kind you’re hoping for. You know the rules.”
Her eyebrows knitted together and let out a frustrated huff.
Apparently we were finished talking after that as was evident when the movie began to play.
She didn’t hold it against me for too long because she was snuggled into my side half asleep long before Shirley Temple belted out the notes to The Good Ship Lollipop.