10th December 2015 - Blissemas - 60 Comments

Blissemas Day 10 and Festive Fantasies with Kay Jaybee #Blissemas #ChristmasKink @kay_jaybee


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Today Kay Jaybee brings a dose of seasonal smut with lashings of Christmas kink to Blissemas . Kay is a good friend and one of the Brit Babes and we’re giving away a paperback copy of Sexy Just Got Rich, so check out the rafflecopter contest today.

Don’t forget to comment on the Blissemas post to be in to win £100 (or equivalent) to spend at Amazon.  The more comments you leave (limited to one per day or one per blog on The Blissemas Snogs in the Snow) the more chances you’ve got to win.

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How’s about a little Christmas kink for my Blissemas bonus today, why not, eh? Here’s a sexy seasonal spanking from Tempting Rendezvous.

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‘Well,  hello,’  he  says,  looking  me  up  and  down,  ‘now

I’m glad I rushed to get over here.’

‘Hey.’ I blush, very aware of the cold breeze making my nipples harden and the possibility that someone could walk past at any moment. ‘Come on in, come on in!’

‘Oh, I’m enjoying the view from here,’ he says with a wicked grin. ‘You look so sexy.’

‘It’s kinda cold with the door wide open.’ I shuffle my feet around and rub my hands up and down my arms in an overly dramatic fashion. ‘Come on in and take a closer look.’

‘Oh, OK.’ He walks through into my hall and I shut the door. ‘I just wanted to show you off a bit. I like to make you squirm.’ Without pausing to remove his coat he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. His coat is cold and damp with Mancunian drizzle and I shiver as its coldness shocks my exposed arms and cleavage.

‘Oh.’ He pops his hot lips from mine. ‘Sorry, darlin’, I was so excited I forgot about my coat.’ He quickly rips it off, and the suit jacket beneath. ‘You are one hell of a sexy elf.’

‘Why, thank you.’ I curtsy and notice his gaze is fixed firmly on my bouncing breasts. He steps forward again and pulls me into his embrace. This time it is warm and soft, like his kiss, but the heat level soon rises as his mouth jousts with passion against mine and our hands roam freely up and down each other’s backs. Joe’s hands roam from my back to my sides and he cups my heavy breasts as I moan into the kiss. He skims his hands lower to my hips and then slips them up inside my top until they touch my naked tits.

‘Oh,’ he groans, squeezing my warm flesh, ‘you are a naughty elf.’

‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, my lips brushing his until he pushes

back from me and pulls his hands from my body.

‘Yes, a very naughty elf indeed,’ he continues. ‘We can’t tolerate wanton behaviour like this.’

I bite my lip and look down to the ground. My stomach whirls with nervous excitement as I wonder what will happen next.

‘Why are you not wearing a bra, elf?’ he asks, sternly. ‘My bra straps showed when I tried this top over it, sir,

and I thought it looked too slutty so I took it off.’

‘Wow!’ he exclaims and I look up to watch him. He shakes his head. ‘It looked too slutty so you decided to take it off and just let those beautiful, big breasts hang free. You decided to show off those big boobs in the low cut of that top because it looked slutty with your bra straps showing.’ He tuts. ‘You must think I’m stupid to offer an excuse like that. You just wanted men to stare at your ample chest, didn’t you? You wanted me to stare at you, didn’t you?’

I stay silent, thinking it a rhetorical question.

‘Speak up, elf, I can’t hear you. Come on, don’t make me angrier than I already am.’

‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, ‘sorry sir.’

‘Oh,’ he says as he grabs me painfully by the arm, ‘you will be sorry.’

He marches me into the front room and over to the small dining area at the back.

Letting go of me, he pulls one of the chairs away from the table. My arm throbs where he held me and my pussy throbs in time with it. I am excited, really excited, as I wonder what punishment he has in store for me.

‘Right, naughty elf,’ he says, tapping the table, ‘bend over and rest your hands on here.’

I do as directed and wait. I wait for a long time but then I hear noise from the kitchen, things knocking

together as he rummages through my drawers. He’s looking for spanking equipment. My legs jellify and I bite my lip nervously. I love a spanking; several times Joe has spanked me with his hand and I always enjoy it. But I have never been spanked with an implement before and I worry that maybe it’ll be too much.

Much to my relief, just after he walks back in he runs a comforting hand down my back and bends to cover my body with his. I can feel his excitement and I want to press back against him, but he only stays against me long enough to whisper, ‘If it does all get too much, just shout out “briefcase” and I’ll stop.’

I’m disappointed when his body pulls away from mine but happy that he has thought so much of my wellbeing. I hope I won’t need to use my word but it gives me great security just knowing I have it.

He doesn’t say a word as he folds back the green, velvet skirt or as he skims the plain black knickers down over my bum. He just lets go once my buttocks are uncovered and they lay suspended across my thighs, the elastic digging in a little to my flesh. I am so filled with anticipation that I feel my skin may stretch away from my body if something doesn’t happen soon. I feel stiff and taut, waiting and wanting some kind of impact.

I try to listen for movement but all I can hear is the thump, thump, thump of my heart as my pulse rises and I start to feel a little sick just in the pit of my stomach. I can’t take this much longer. I jump as something bumps against my bottom. It was such a light touch I can’t really tell what it was. I don’t think it’s made of metal because it didn’t feel cold so it could be something wooden or something plastic.

As I’m distracted by trying to remember the content of my kitchen drawers, Joe lays the first blow to my bottom.

The sound is quite hollow and deep, unlike the clap of flesh against flesh, but the pain is sharp and intense and makes me yelp.

‘This will teach you to not wear a bra, naughty elf. I mean, what would Santa say if he knew?’

‘Oh, please don’t tell Santa, sir.’ I gasp and a split second later my flesh explodes once more with heat as the unseen but definitely wooden object once more impacts against my buttocks.

Pick up Tempting Rendezvous for more.

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