Days of Christmas: First

Author's Note: I really wanted to do something with the Twelve Days of Christmas... But I didn't like the idea of having a series exactly. Each of the stories will be completely separate, but will have the theme of the song running throughout. I hope you enjoy this first day... Just be aware, it's a little rough. =)

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"...a lady on a cross tree..."

Darren lovingly strapped his beautiful wife's left wrist to the new toy she'd gotten him for Christmas, a large wooden X that was fitted exactly to her body. His dick had gotten hard the second that he'd looked at it, and she'd made him wait until they'd opened all the presents, gone to his parents for Christmas lunch and her parents for Christmas dinner... and all day all he'd been able to think about was how her body would look stretched out on that X.

Rarely did she let him indulge as much as he wanted, but twice a year - on Christmas and his birthday - she would give herself over to him... and Christmas was really his favorite time of year to do it. His birthday was in the middle of July, a hot time of year that made him lazy... the cold seemed to make his senses sharper, and Christmas always got under his skin. There was something about it being the season of love and joy that just made him want to tie his wife down and whip her. The incongruity of it maybe.

"You're so beautiful love," he murmured to her as he caressed her body, running his hands up and down her arms where they were strapped in. Vicky smiled at him around the ball-gag in her mouth... although he would love dearly to be able to hear her screams while he whipped her, they couldn't disturb the neighbors.

Maybe next Christmas she'd take him camping... and he could take all his toys.

Stepping back he picked up a pair of nipple clamps that had been one of his gifts to her to this year... Vicky's pert little nipples were one of the most sensitive parts of her body, and she loved to have them clamped tightly. He couldn't use any that actually bit into her skin, but he'd never been partial to those anyway. These were special because they had an attachment where he could clip a clit-clamp onto the chain connecting them... and then shorten the attaching chain so that if she moved it would pull on both her nipples and her clit. She shivered as she saw what he was holding, her eyes alight with anticipation.

Standing in front of her, he leaned down and kissed her neck, caressing her breasts with one hand. She made small sighing sounds from behind her gag, enjoying the soft touch for the moment - although he knew that she preferred it a little rougher. His fingers pinched down on one of her nipples and she gasped, moving her hips forward, but her ankles were strapped wide apart to the X so her movement was extremely limited.

Trailing his mouth down to the hardened bud, he sucked on it, biting down gently and rolling it between his teeth. Her movements became more energetic as he suckled at her sensitive nipple, teasing it with his tongue... already he could smell that she was becoming wetter. When he pulled his mouth away from her nipple she tensed, anticipating what was coming.

Allowing her to see the smile on his face, he looked her straight in the eye as he put on the first nipple clamp, securing the little bud in its crushing grip. Tears sparked in Vicky's wide eyes as he smiled at her, his fingers already pinching her other nipple - which was already hard in reaction to the abuse of the first. Lowering his mouth he repeated the entire process, ending with two nipples clamped tightly and connected by a chain. Slowly he knelt between her legs, running his fingers over the leather straps that secured her ankles and up the insides of her calves, tickling the backs of her knees and gliding over her inner thighs. Vicky was trembling by the time his fingers began to probe her very wet pussy.

With just a slight movement his mouth was on her, his tongue searching out her clit and teasing it forth, making her shudder with pleasure. Again he pulled back, looking up at her as she stared down at him, pinching the little bundle of nerves between his fingers, and then clamping it. Beautiful Vicky threw her head back and thrashed as all her most sensitive parts were clamped tightly, sparks of pain that mingled strangely with pleasure flowing through her. Darren marveled at the erotic passion that still flared in her eyes, he would never understand her ability to take pain and make it sexual, make it pleasurable.

Standing in front of her, he clipped the clit chain to the chain connecting her nipple clamps, making sure that it was short. Then he picked up a paddle, showed it to her, and walked around behind the X. Part of the reason this particular X was so special was because she had gotten it exactly to her measurements and how she knew he would best be able to appreciate it - and so her beautiful round ass wasn't covered at all in the back.

SMACK!

Darren took full advantage of her vulnerability, putting a lot of force behind that first blow, watching her ass jiggle as she thrashed and hearing her muffled cries. The only way this could have been better was if he could watch her face while he spanked her...

SMACK!

Already her creamy asscheeks were turning pink under the force of the blows, and he started to beat her faster, giving her less time in between hits. He reveled in knowing that she was enjoying this, that whenever she jerked her nipples and clit were pulled, the clamps pinching down tightly, her ass burning...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Christmas and his birthday... the two times during the year when he got to be as rough with her as he liked. Normally she liked to be spanked, but only with his hand, not with the kind of blow that he could get going with a paddle.

Darren didn't stop until her ass was as cherry red as the bow that had been wrapped around the paddle this morning while it lay under the tree. Then he knelt behind her, dropping the paddle on the floor, almost feeling her palpable relief. Touching the red flesh he felt the heat, his tongue flicking out to trace patterns over her abused flesh, soothing it a little.

Sighing happily he walked around to the front of her... so neglected except for the clamps. Lifting her chin, he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her tear-streaked cheeks. Her eyes smiled back at him, letting him know that she was ok... beaten, but not broken. So beautiful and strong...

He unclamped her nipples and clit, not quite opening them all the way as he pulled them off. Vicky moaned and writhed in front of him as he rubbed the tender spots, making sure that the blood was flowing back in to them nicely. Despite the beating her ass had taken, her pussy was already dripping wet again... she knew what was coming, and she feared it as much as she enjoyed it.

Picking up his favorite whip - she'd given it to him their first Christmas together so it had special meaning for both of them... and it was probably the best one that he'd ever had - he smiled as he brought it down hard on her right breast. Up and down her body he whipped her, watching as her tears started to flow again, marks appearing on her breasts, thighs, stomach, legs, hips... occasionally he'd send a blow straight up between her legs to land on her tender pussy, making her thrash against her bonds.

Every time he managed a direct hit across her nipples she would shriek behind the gag, writhing and pulling, but he could tell from her responses that she was getting more and more turned on. When she was marked all over front, particularly on her breasts, he knelt between her legs again, whip still in hand, and began to lick and suck on her tender pussy lips.

Her hips humped back and forth, trying to get more and more pleasure from his questing tongue as he touched her most intimate places, sliding it over her slick flesh. As her movements became more frantic he pulled away, leaving her shivering and needy. It was time for his favorite part.

Even on his birthday he didn't do this... this was a Christmas treat.

SLAP!

The whip went straight up between her legs and hit her engorged pussy, her sensitive flesh that was so close to orgasm.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He hit her hard and fast, the whip smacking against her pink flesh and clit, making her scream and thrash with every underhand stroke. It was something he rarely tired of, beating her sweet pussy... but even though she always said she enjoyed it afterwards, it wasn't something she would do willingly. And she wouldn't be able to make love for some time afterwards... which is why he only did it on Christmas.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Finally he stopped, although in some ways he wanted to keep going, his dick felt like it was going to fall off it was so hard. He needed real release.

Taking her down from the cross, she fell into his arms and he lay her tenderly on the mattress that they kept in the basement, caressing her gently as he removed the gag from her mouth. Then he pressed his raging hard-on against her brutalized pussy.

Vicky groaned and whimpered beneath him as he began to push in, her hands pushing against his chest as if to make him go away although she voiced no protest. Finding her wet and tight, he pushed hard, his arms going around her as he began to fuck her roughly and hard, pulling her tightly against his chest. Her cries were muffled in his shoulder as her sore breasts were squashed against him, her abused pussy stretched over and over by his invading shaft.

Dimly, as he reached his peak, he heard her cries change and felt her nails digging into his back... she was cumming. Just as she always did. Despite all the abuse, all the pain... she turned it into her own secret little pleasure and as he plunged into her hot body they ran through the finish line in mutual orgasm.

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Later, as they lay in bed together she snuggled against him.

"Merry Christmas," she murmured, shuddering a little as his hand touched her nipple.

"Was it a Merry Christmas for you?" he asked, a little hesitant. This had certainly been one of the roughest Christmas' he'd put her through.

"Yes," she smiled, looking up at him so that he could see the truth in her eyes. Then she cocked her head at him, "But you're still not doing it again till next year."

Darren smiled and tilted his head to kiss her. Maybe she'd get a surprise on his birthday this year. Christmas in July.

"On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

A Lady on a Cross Tree..."