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  XXXmas Eve

  by

  Marilyn Black

  Copyright © 2011 Marilyn Black All Rights Reserved

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  Note: This story is intended for mature readers. All characters in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Story Description

  When Ted fails to come home with a Christmas tree, Marcy makes him pay, right in front of Liz and Dirk, who have arrived to help decorate. And that’s just the start of Marcy’s justice. "XXXmas Eve" is a sexy, humorous short story sure to brighten any time of the year, especially if you happen to think naughty is nice.

  "It's funny, it's hot, it's KINK with a plot."

  Follow the sexcapades of two couples whipping up fun in the BDSM lifestyle, one of them sexperienced, the other learning the ropes. Look for new titles in The Private Garden Series, where women are Dommes and men live to serve.

  XXXmas EVE

  Marcy came downstairs with a box of Christmas decorations and laid them on the dining room table along with the others. She eyed Ted sitting on the couch in the living room watching a cooking show. “I thought you were going to get us our tree,” she said. “It’s Christmas Eve already. You’ve put it off all week.”

  “I know, I know,” mumbled Ted. “This is my first day off in ages and you know I’ve been working crazy hours. I’ll do it after this.”

  “I just want to make sure we aren’t stuck with the last scrawny tree in the lot.”

  “We won’t be.”

  But they were. Ted came home with snow flurries on his jacket, the dying light of one of the shortest days of the year fading over his shoulder, and a look of dejection on his face. “Guess that’s what happens when Christmas Eve falls on a Saturday.”

  “No that’s what happens when people put off their chores. You’re telling me I needed to do this myself?” said Marcy crossly, bustling in the kitchen.

  “I went to three places. I even called that U-Cut place out of town, but I couldn’t make it out there by dark. They were closing.”

  “I don’t think you even wanted a tree.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “I think you’re trying to make a point about your family or something. Hell, they’re not even coming up this year.”

  “It’s not that.”

  “What is it then, we’ve got Liz and Dirk coming over in a half hour.”

  “I better get showered.”

  “You’re not even sorry.”

  “I am sorry.”

  “How sorry.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Not sorry enough.” She smacked his butt with her spatula as he turned to leave.

  “Ow!”

  xxx

  When Ted came down, Liz and Dirk were in the living room with Marcy. “Oh hey,” he said. “Let me take your coats.”

  “Here’s the bad boy,” said Marcy.

  “It’s not the end of the world,” said Dirk, setting down a shopping bag of wrapped gifts and handing Ted his jacket with a wink. “We can decorate the mantle and the window and such instead, can’t we?”

  “It’s not the same,” said Marcy, waving the bottle of wine Liz had handed her, and Liz nodded.

  “Snacks, did you say?” said Dirk, continuing to try to divert attention, to smooth things for Ted.

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  The spread was sumptuous—pate, brie cheese, veggies and dip and crackers, chocolates wrapped in the foils of the season—but the mood was chilly. Marcy was still miffed. Dirk continued to talk about nothing seemingly to fill the void, Liz silently siding with Marcy, and Ted in a quiet funk. The whole trickle of reactions, the entire atmosphere in the living room as they nibbled from their holiday paper plates, was revolving around no tree, and nobody seemed ready to broach the subject of what to do, if anything. But Marcy wasn’t ready to give up on Christmas.

  “Close the drapes,” she abruptly instructed Ted, sitting in the stuffed chair next to the picture window. He rose to do her bidding. “And then go up and get your kit. Including the bar.” This brought an aghast and questioning look from him. “Just do it.”

  “What are you planning,” asked Liz slyly, taking a sip of wine.

  “You’ll see. Dirk, would you get the stepladder from the garage??”

  “Sure.”

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  Ted laid the two satchels by the window, where Marcy indicated. She drained her glass before whisking her finger at him and saying, “Take off your clothes.”

  Liz stifled a laugh. Dirk, standing with the ladder, went red-faced. Marcy had him set up the ladder by the window and then refill the two ladies’ glasses.

  “Is this a game?” said Ted, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Sort of,” said Marcy. “I’ll tell you the rules as we go. The first is that you’ve got four minutes to strip down, or I get the spatula.” She looked at her watch. “Make it three, and I may get it anyway.”

  “Jeez,” said Dirk, and Liz laughed. This made Marcy chuckle, like she was beginning to feel the holiday spirit for the first time this year. Like maybe Ted’s tree gaffe was beginning to fade from her memory. Or maybe not.

  Ted shivered in front of the drapes, clutching his arms in front of him. He wasn’t going to fight her because he knew he’d goofed. He just wished she wouldn’t humiliate him in front of the company, friends though they might be.

  “Can we use Dirk?” said Marcy.

  “By all means,” said Liz, “though he is still somewhat shy.”

  “What?” said Dirk.

  “Ted, give him the heavy rope. Dirk, tie his wrists together and loop the rope through that screw eye in the ceiling.”

  “How convenient,” said Liz looking up. “You’ve done this before!”

  “No, actually Ted put that up and wired our tree to it one year he was afraid it was going to tip over.”

  Liz smiled. “Dirk, would you like to take off your shirt? Get into the spirit of things?”

  “I’d just as soon not.” Dirk was struggling to tie Ted’s hands and certainly wasn’t looking him in the eye at all.

  “No?”

  Both men threw the ladies a glance. Dirk climbed the ladder and fed the rope through the metal ring in the ceiling. He brought it down and tied it off around the leg of the chair. Ted stood at the center of the drapes, two feet or so in front of them, his arms stretched over his head, looking helpless.

  “Attach the spreader bar,” said Marcy. Liz moved closer to Marcy on the couch for a better view. Dirk got down on his knees and studied the bar like he was trying to figure out how to assemble a piece of exercise equipment.

  “You just lock those ends on my ankles,” Ted said quietly. “The length is already adjusted.” The bar spread Ted’s legs apart, which served to tighten the overhead stretch even more. Ted was now trussed in a vertical position, precariously balanced but held from falling over.

  “We won’t make you tie his balls,” laughed Marcy, getting up. “But would you be a good boy and make us a fire in the fireplace?” She looked at Liz, getting Liz’s quick approval for the order to her husband. “There’s wood and kindling out the side door of the garage.”

  “Should we have him take off his shirt before or after he goes out,” said Liz lightly, also getting up.

  “
How about now so his nipples are hard when he gets back?”

  “Yes. Dirk…”

  Dirk was already lifting up his pullover, reluctantly.

  Marcy reached into Ted’s kit bag and pulled out a coil of rawhide and deftly wrapped Ted’s scrotum. The last loops had a metal ring tied, providing a mooring point for padlocks or other weights. Instead she opened one of the Christmas boxes and took out a large Santa ornament and hung it there.

  “How tight can you tie that?” said Liz, with Dirk out of the room.

  “Pretty tight, and it’s okay for most of an hour, Ted’s found. You’ve got to trap them early in the proceedings, though, or they’ll try to retract.”

  “Watch my arms, though,” said Ted. “I’m starting to lose feeling.”

  “Dirk can let them down for a break in a minute.”

  Dirk dumped the wood on the hearth and came over.

  “Ooh la-la,” said Liz, tweaking his nipples and planting a smacky kiss on his mouth.

  “Help me with these decorations,” Marcy said, and opened all three boxes. “Probably we should string the lights first.” These they wound around Ted’s arms and torso and legs, before plugging them into the wall socket.

  “Lovely,” said Liz. They unplugged the lights and continued decorating, hanging Christmas balls from the wiring spiraled around Ted’s body. In the fireplace Dirk stacked up kindling over a bed of newspaper and lit a match. As the fuel caught, he laid firewood around it, then sat warming his hands while sneaking glances at the activity around Ted. Marcy brought out candy canes, and these went on, as did silver garlands, looped across Ted’s chest and around his waist. Marcy climbed up and placed a star ornament in Ted’s hands above his head. Other ornaments came out and were laid on the arm of the chair.

  “We’re running out of places to put things,” said Liz.

  “Let’s take a break,” said Marcy. “Ted knows I’ve been working hard all week and deserve one.” She smiled sardonically at her reference to his tree-shopping excuse, catching Ted’s eye, before leading Liz to the dining room. She poured Liz more wine and brought the bottle to Dirk.

  “Nice job with the fire. You must have been a Boy Scout.”

  “I was,” said Dirk, accepting the refill, his nipples still erect.

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  The fire brought a toasty warmth to the room by the time Liz and Marcy were done with their snacking and chitchat. Dirk was just cinching Ted’s arms back up in the air again as the ladies wandered into the living room. Liz kissed Ted and fondled his behind and whispered in his ear, and he went out for more wood. Marcy was pacing in front of Ted.

  “Are you happy now?” said Ted, meekly.

  “No. You’re still an insincere humbug who hasn’t learned the meaning of Christmas. You’re still going to have to pay for what you did.”

  “This isn’t enough already? I said I was sorry, and I am.”

  “You’re going to be sorry. You’re not sorry yet.”

  “Marcy, it’s Christmas Eve.”

  “Exactly. And you’re going to remember this, so it doesn’t happen again.”

  “I will remember.”

  “Vividly.”

  “Please, Marcy.”

  Marcy lifted out his ball-gag, inserted the ball in Ted’s mouth, and fastened the strap behind his head, despite his protests. She spanked his butt which made him buck, causing a general rattling of ornaments.

  “You’re going to be Rudolf the Red-assed Reindeer before this is over,” she said.

  She pulled out a flesh-tone silicone butt plug, large sized, and greased it, wiping her fingers on the clean washcloth it was wrapped in. As she worked it in, she asked Liz to put on some music. Liz found some CDs of Christmas music. “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” masked Ted’s moans as the plug slid through his sphincter and into the nether region beyond.

  Liz danced with a very reserved Dirk by the fire. She kissed him, fondled his bare torso, and mussed his hair.

  Marcy slipped Ted’s homemade harness around his waist and crotch and tied it, to hold the plug in. He twisted and turned as she hooked ornaments into the harness—a colorful rocking horse, a toy soldier, angels, a circus elephant. The large Santa dangling from his balls swung heavily as she grasped Ted’s penis and twisted an elastic hairband onto the head of it. Into this she slipped another large ornament of a sack of toys. It pulled his penis down over his bound balls and clacked the Santa. Working quickly, she clamped his nipples with clothespins from one of his bags, and clipped clothespins on his upper arms and stomach. On these she fastened more ornaments.

  With “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” lilting out of the CD player and continuing to mask Ted’s moans, Marcy stepped back.

  “We’re just about there,” she said.

  Liz and Dirk had stopped dancing and were staring open-mouthed at the sight of Ted. “That’s pretty intense,” said Liz.

  “A work of art, I’d say,” said Marcy tossing tinsel over Ted’s head and wherever else it would hold. “Don’t you think Dirk would like something like this?”

  “No time soon,” said Dirk.

  “Let’s get the presents under him,” said Marcy, marching into the dining room. She returned with a stack of colorfully wrapped packages. Liz put the presents she and Dirk had brought under Ted, too. Gifts covered the spreader bar and spilled out in front and back.

  “Wait,” said Marcy. “We need to turn him around.” She and Liz pawed the presents out of the way, and helped Ted waddle around so he faced the drapery.

  “What, you don’t want to look at his beautiful face?” said Liz as they rearranged the gifts.

  “No, I just want the world to see what a beautiful face he’s got. Dirk, turn off the lamps.” With that she drew open the drapes. The dark room joined with the dark air outside, through the enormous picture window that Ted looked out of, and which exposed him from the knees up, to the snowy street. Across the street, up and down the block, the blinds and shades and drapes were open, and Christmas trees of all styles and sizes winked and blinked and glowed to the snowflake shimmering night. And with Ted moaning and groaning, to no avail, Marcy plugged in the Christmas lights.

  With a satisfied “ah” she sat down on the couch next to Liz and said “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas,” Liz said. The women toasted, drank, and shared a generous peck on the lips.

  “Only one thing wrong with using Ted as our tree this year,” sighed Marcy as she put her feet up.”

  “What’s that?”

  “We’ve got to share Dirk as our ottoman.”

  Dirk, still shirtless, on his hands and knees, grunted under the two women’s feet thrumming on his back in time to “The Little Drummer Boy.”

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  If you enjoyed spending XXXMAS EVE with Marilyn, be sure to check out the next titles in the Private Garden series. Join Marcy and Ted and Liz and Dirk in PONY GIRLS (#2), where saddles and whips aren’t the only thing found in at the farm, and ROMPER ROOM (#3) where ropes and pulleys have more uses than raising the roof.

  Both adventures available in October 2012.

  Marilyn would love you to visit her at http://marilynblack.com/

 

 

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