Here’s an excerpt from my Christmas short, coming Dec 22nd. Part of the Rocky Mountain Bride Series, it revists three of my favorite couples, including the brides Esther, Carrie and Rose who get into some naughty Christmas fun, prompting the men to take them in hand.

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As Johnathan entered the bedroom, his wife stood to greet him, the lamplight washing over her lovely features. One look at her husband’s face and Esther hurried to their bed, and leaned over it in her usual spanking position.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her derriere sticking out, ready for discipline. Over the years, he’d had many causes to punish her, and the sight of her submission never failed to send a jolt of pride through him. Whatever trouble she caused, she always allowed him to bring her to heel. It was his pleasure to discipline such a lively and beautiful woman.

Stepping closer, he admired her shining blonde hair spilling over the coverlet. Her body quivered a little in anticipation. He took a deep breath, stepping into the role of disciplinarian, and schooled his expression into one more serious.

“Esther,” he said as he set down the lamp. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“I meddled in Mr. Martin’s business, and answered Mrs. Lovett’s ad on his behalf.”

As she spoke, he positioned himself next to her, raising her night rail and exposing her fleshy cheeks. Her curves were all beautiful but he especially liked the pale orbs that would redden nicely under his punishing hand.

“Yes. You’ve disturbed two people’s lives, one of them our good friend who is now humiliated.”

She whimpered, and hung her head lower, so it was almost cradled in her arms. He found Esther dreaded the lecture more than the spanking. The whole time he squeezed her bottom with a firm hand, readying her for a good long session.

“Not to mention dragged your friends into this scrape.” Johnathan started the warm up swats, little smacks that had her cheeks quivering slightly. “You are a good friend, and a good wife, but you must learn to stem your meddling ways. If you cannot, it is my job to remind you.” His warming slaps increased in intensity for a moment. “You will not go behind another’s back and post mail impersonating them. You will not play matchmaker at our friend’s expense. And you will quell your naughtiness before you include your friends.”

He stopped and pulled an implement out of his pocket—a wooden spoon he took from the kitchen. She wouldn’t expect it. Johnathan paused a moment, waiting to see if she would peek at him, but Esther remained in place; she knew better than to move during a punishment session, even if he left the room.

“Good girl,” he could help praising her. “Are you ready to take your punishment?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was partly muffled by the blanket, and her fists gripped the fabric. She knew if he gave her a long warm up she could expect a serious session.

After checking her bottom, now a blushing pink, Johnathan let the spoon fly. He started by tapping the wooden implement all over her pink skin,  paying particular attention to her sits spots as she squirmed and shifted from foot to foot.

“Hold still, Esther.” He applied the spoon to the underside of both curved cheeks. “Bottom up. Back in position.”

With a sob, she pressed her front into the bed, raising her behind.

“That’s it.” Johnathan bent a little, catching a whiff of her sweet musk. His wife enjoyed pain and humiliation; she might want to deny it, but her body never could. He couldn’t stop his fingers from checking between her legs, feeling the wetness soaking the plump lips of her labia.

Esther sighed, pressing into his hand.

“Naughty girl,” he growled. “This is not for your pleasure.”