We are in the depths of holiday chaos here in the McKay house. But through the shopping, and prepping, and family cheer (hear the sarcasm?)- I did take some time to reflect that things were not so easy just a short time ago.
Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and also because I may have used some poetic license in some parts), but this is a mostly true story.
Merry Christmas, readers! Here is a gift for you. Thanks for stopping by my blog and reading all my crazy posts :)
A
Tale of Christmas Past (A Slightly True Story)
Krista
rolled her shoulders trying to shake out the tension as she set up
the baking supplies on the counter. Thankful she had only worked the
one job today she tried to put her aching feet out of her mind. She
took a sip of her hot chocolate, trying to wake herself up a bit
before Josh got home. She was hoping once the cookies were baked, and
she had spent some much needed quality time with her husband, she
would be able to get to bed at a decent time for the first night this
week. She snipped the top off of the back of chocolate chips, popping
a few in her mouth as she read through the recipe.
Her
heart just wasn't in it. This was usually one of her favorite times
of year, but she was finding it hard to get into the spirit of things
this year. She knew Josh would appreciate the cookies, and hell she
could definitely use a sugar fix.
She
heard the answering machine click on in the living room and she ran
to it, pulling the plug from the wall, silencing it before the
message could start. The bill collectors could get a busy signal for
a few hours, she thought, as she swallowed down the lump in her
throat that formed every time she thought of their mounting debts.
The phone would be the next thing to get shut off anyway, then they
wouldn't have to deal with the messages they had both stopped
listening to and didn't even bother deleting anymore.
As
she turned to go back into the kitchen her eye caught the Christmas
tree in the corner. The artificial tree was a little lopsided, most
likely from the cat that kept climbing it. The lights were hanging
precariously off the side and the ten ornaments that were up were
scattered with no rhyme or reason. Krista felt the first genuine
smile she'd had in days pull at her lips. Josh had done his best to
decorate the tree for her, but his decorating skills left much to be
desired. She loved that he had tried and she knew he was trying to
cheer her up. She normally decked out the house right after
Thanksgiving, but this year she was too tired and deflated.
The
cookie baking was her way to thank him, for trying to bring a little
Christmas cheer into their home, and for holding her while she had
cried herself to sleep last night. She also didn't want him to think
she blamed him. She didn't. They were in a financial mess that
neither of them could have seen coming. They were trying desperately
to claw their way out, but it wasn't happening quick enough. She
understood now why a lot of relationships suffered over money
problems. But they had decided early on that they would remain united
and not let this take them under.
She
set the oven to preheat, hoping the heat from it would warm her up.
Glancing at the clock she hoped Josh would be home to help her with
the cookies, that was part of her plan. She also hoped his mood
wasn't completely dismal, it was hard to get him out of his funk when
he first got home. She suddenly got very nervous that her plan was
stupid, if he rejected her she didn't know if she could take it.
Would he just politely tell her he wasn't in the mood? Again?
She
was about to run upstairs to change and shelve her sexy cookie baking
plan for another night when they would be less stressed and more in
the mood, when she heard the front door open. She took a deep breath
to center herself. She was diving in head first, there was really no
way to explain why she was baking cookies in nothing but an apron and
a sexy pair of panties.
“Hello?”
Josh called as he slammed the front door behind him.
He
sounded tired. She knew he couldn't see her where she stood in the
kitchen. She hesitated, not knowing if she should walk in and show
him what she was up to, or hide a bit longer.
“I'm
in here,” she answered. She was hiding- chicken.
She
heard him sigh as he sat on the couch and the thunk of his sneakers
as he kicked them off into the middle of the floor.
“How
was your day?” he asked.
“Oh
you know, same old same old. Frantic shoppers. Long lines, no breaks.
Merry Christmas.” She didn't mean for that last part to come out as
sarcastic as it did. When had she gotten so jaded?
She
heard him murmuring his agreement and hated that she had already
started in on the negative. She was trying to change up the pace
tonight. A little less bitching, a little more fun.
“What
are you doing in there?”
Now
was the moment of truth. This would either work, or end disastrously.
She just hoped he didn't laugh.
“Baking
cookies.”
She
laughed at his gleeful “Yay!”
“Want
to help?”
“Egh,
yeah, I guess.” He clearly did not want to help.
She
left her back to the kitchen doorway, knowing the eyeful he would get
of her from behind. She closed her eyes as she heard his approaching
footsteps.
“Wow.”
She barely heard his breathy whisper before his arms wrapped around
her from behind.
“What
is this?”
“Hmm?
I'm baking cookies.” She smiled, shivering as his warm body came
into contact with her cold skin.
“Aren't
you cold?” He laughed while he asked. He was always making fun of
her for the many layers she wore during the winter, she could never
bundle up enough.
“Yes!”
she admitted and laughed as he hands slid under her apron.
“I'll
warm you up.”
He
was kissing her neck and she leaned back into him.
“Cookies,
we need to get the cookies in the oven.”
He
murmured an affirmative sound and kept kissing down her neck.
“Wait!
I need to measure, I can't think.”
She
was elated he appreciated her gesture, but she really wanted to get
these cookies in the oven.
“Okay,
you measure, I'll watch.”
His
hands stilled, but they were still under her apron. Her hands shook
as she measured out the flour and sugar. She repeated the
measurements out loud, trying to keep herself on task.
“And
two handfuls of these,” Josh replied as he grabbed her breasts in
his warm hands. She tried to ignore him and keep measuring, but she
moaned when his thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples.
She
got all of the ingredients into the bowl as his hands continued to
roam her body. He massaged her ass with one hand and slid his hand
down her tummy with the other, her hands stilled as his finger played
with the waistband of her panties.
“Now
what?” he prompted.
“I
just need to mix it.”
She
stirred and he picked up the chocolate chips.
“When
do these go in?” He popped a few in his mouth and held some to her
lips for her to take.
She
caught them on her tongue and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking
on it seductively.
He
dumped the entire bag of chips on top of the mass of dough in the
bowl. He pulled the spoon out of her hand, dropping it on the
counter and pulled her away.
“Okay,
done.”
She
laughed.
“Wait,
we just have to spoon them onto the cookie sheets.”
He
growled at her and she couldn't stop the giggling coming out of her.
Yes, this was the light-hearted playfulness she needed.
They
got the cookies lined up in record time, working together silently.
Josh smacking Krista's hand away whenever she tried to fix one of his
dough balls she thought was too big or too small. Once they were
done, the cookie sheet slid into the oven, and the timer set, Josh
pulled her from the counter then took a few steps back.
She
felt her face flush with heat as his eyes raked over her body. They
had been married for three years, but her heart still thumped in her
chest when he gave her that heavy-lidded look.
“What
brought this on?”
She
opened her mouth to speak, but her words faltered when she tried to
respond. Wasn't he enjoying himself?
He
must have noticed her confusion because he pulled her into a hug. “I
love it, don't get me wrong. Anytime you want to bake like this, I am
all for it!”
Relief
flooded her and she stood on her tip toes to kiss him.
“I've
been so stressed. I'm sorry I haven't been very Christmas-y. I
thought the cookies would get us more into the spirit, and well-”
She hid her face in his shoulder not knowing how to finish.
“What?”
He
pulled her away from him to look at her.
“You
haven't been very interested in 'other activities' lately.” She
dropped her gaze, feeling her face heat up, she couldn't look
directly at him and talk about this.
“I
didn't think you wanted to.”
“I
asked you to!”
“You
seemed so tired.”
Silence
hung between them. Krista tried to tug the apron down a bit, feeling
very exposed now that they were having a normal conversation.
She
let out a yelp of surprise as he swept her up and carried her into
the living room.
“Let's
get you out of this.”
Josh
turned her around and untied the apron. It wasn't even a sexy apron,
just a plain black one someone had given them at her bridal shower.
She wished she could have afforded a cute 1950's looking one, but
maybe some other Christmas. It seemed wearing barely-there lacey
panties under anything instantly made it sexy.
He
pushed her towards the couch, but instead of guiding her towards the
seat he pulled her towards the side. He urged her to bend over the
arm and she willingly complied. It had been weeks since they had sex
and even longer since he had spanked her. She was dying to have all
kinds of itches scratched.
His
hand came down hard on her left cheek and she jumped at the contact.
She settled back in and he spanked again, she let out a moan. He was
spanking harder than a sexy spanking, or she just really wasn't used
to it.
She
felt his hand tangle in her hair. It had gotten longer than normal
because she didn't have the money to get it cut. As she felt him wrap
it around his hand and tug she decided she might never cut it again.
She had to arch her back and lift her chest up to relieve the strain
on her scalp, but the the tension went right to her core and she felt
the wetness between her legs.
“You've
been so stressed,” he said as he spanked her, his slaps falling at
a punishing pace.
She
snorted in response, that was the understatement of the century. She
felt like she was wound so tight she could snap at a moment's notice.
She let a whimper escape, not so much from the spanking, but from
all the emotions she had bottled up inside. He stopped and rubbed his
hand across her heated cheeks. He slid her panties down and then
helped her stand before he guided her to lay down on her back on the
couch. He stood before her, quickly shedding his clothes, before
covering her with his body.
He
rubbed a finger over her clit as he took one of her nipples in his
mouth. She arched into him and moaned, feeling her climax already
building. After the baking foreplay and the spanking it didn't take
much to have her crying out in pleasure.
He
sank into her as she was still quivering underneath him. His thrusts
came fast and hard, she grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself.
She was lost again, being pushed to the heights again, when she heard
beeping.
“The
cookies,” Krista groaned as Josh continued his pace.
She
wanted to push him off so she could get the cookies before they
burned, but instead her legs wrapped around his waist and drew him in
deeper.
He
groaned something unintelligible and pushed himself up, she though
for a second that he was going to get the cookies, but he switched
their places. He laid back on the couch bringing her on top of him.
When she was on top she felt so full, she rocked her hips, sliding
herself up and down his length. Josh leaned back watching her on top
of him, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts as she moved up
and down.
She
felt him pulse inside of her as a guttural growl came from his
throat. They both cried out and she collapsed on top of him, curling
her arms under her on his sweaty chest.
Krista
let her eyes close as she listened to his heart pound in her ear.
Then she heard him give an exaggerated sniff and she realized she
could smell something burning.
“The
cookies!” she exclaimed as she jumped off of him and ran for the
kitchen.
She
grabbed a pot holder and placed them on top of the stove. They
weren't too bad, just a tad overdone. The bottoms were a little
charred, but they weren't inedible.
She
brought some warm cookies out and curled up with Josh. That's where
they stayed, curled up in a blanket, eating warm cookies, under the
glowing lights of their crooked Christmas tree.
