Merry Spankmas

Gina stared at the gold embossed invitation and tried to control her raging lust. The card was very simple “Eight pm. Black Thorn. Come in costume. Safe word. Be prepared.”

She could almost imagine Kevin’s voice intoning the words. And there was no doubt that he had sent her this. Though she and Kevin had a very happy “Spanksgiving,” he hadn’t dominated her since. They hadn’t had the time, and both seemed to know they wanted it to be an unhurried thing. There had been a fire at one of the properties Kevin’s company managed, and he’d taken long hours there, followed by a few large sales that had kept him out all hours of the day—and many times evenings.

And Gina’s job had been crazy too. Between accidental animal poisonings, animals ingesting foreign items, and end-of-the year checkups, Gina was running flat out at work as well. And though she and Kevin now shared a room, and cuddled in bed together every night, no matter how late either of them got home, neither had been up to more than a quick fuck. It was getting to be almost routine, and that annoyed her.

Gina was a realist; she knew that things were this way because of necessity, that this wasn’t the way things would always be. But she couldn’t deny that she missed out on what she felt they hadn’t really ever had. They’d had the one spanking session with a safe word, but not any sort of a scene, or even sort of a scene. She missed it, wanted more. Needed more.

She needed to be dominated. She ached for it.

The “be prepared” on the card was making her tingle in ways she hadn’t anticipated, but wanted. A lot. Even more for having been given a slight glimpse of it, that Kevin had taken away, or more accurately, his schedule had taken away. And hers.

Gina had just the perfect outfit for tonight, with a few modifications. She’d been tasked with being an elf at her animal hospital, taking pictures with animals, and their owners. The top was a mini dress of sorts and she’d worn leggings and a shrug with it. Change out the leggings for red fishnets with lacy garters, and ditch the shrug altogether, and she’d be in the mood in more way than one.

Plan made, Gina ate a quick and light dinner, then showered and got ready. She had a pair of gloves that worked with the costume and she pulled them on, her body shaking a little as she contemplated what was to come. Would she and Kevin do a scene right out in public? And if so, was that what she wanted? Did she need an audience or would that kill the intensity?

She knew she wanted to be watched, the idea of that making her cream, her juices starting to moisten her ruby-red thong. And as she smoothed the fishnets up her legs, she could smell herself, her musk hanging in the air.

“Mmm,” she said, not willing to touch herself yet. If she burned, it would be so much better, the descent into subspace so much sweeter, the pleasure she’d get from it all would scorch her and be so much hotter.