The locker room was empty when he walked in, so he immediately commenced stripping. He caught the fingertip of his glove between his teeth and tugged it off. At his locker, he twisted the dial on his combination lock and pulled it open one-handed, while peeling off the uncomfortable beard with the other. The glue dried and stuck to his skin, which gave him a glimpse into what a woman went through when she waxed sensitive places. He winced in sympathy because, damn, it hurt!
With it half off, he decided it was going to take some of the special glue remover to spare his hide. He left it for now, stripping off the belt, coat, fake belly, and his damp t-shirt. The air cooled his hot skin.
Taking his duffle bag from the locker, he set it on the bench behind him. Next came the red hat and wig.
A gasp echoed throughout the room.
Christian stood straight up and glanced around, expecting to see a woman because it had definitely been a female sound. He didn’t see anyone.
Sure he wasn’t mistaken, he called, “Who’s there?”
When no one answered, he went searching, not prepared to strip naked and shower if there was a peeping Tom hereabouts.
He checked the next row over—nothing. Next came the stalls and shower room, both were empty. Had he been hearing things?
As he retraced his steps, he heard a thump from one of the lockers in his row.
“I know someone is in here. Come out before I call security.”
When he got no response, he began opening lockers one by one. All empty. Prepared to search the next row, and the next, when he faced the row behind him, he heard another thump. Pinpointing the sound to the large floor-length locker on the end, he yanked it open.
Masses of blonde hair gleamed under the bright lights as a woman fell onto her knees on the floor. He knew her instantly.
“Holly? What the hell?”
With both hands, she swept her hair out of her face and glared at him. “What the hell is right, Chris! Or is it Kris with a K? Like in Kringle.”
She sat back on her heels, arms crossed over her chest, and cocked a smooth blonde brow, waiting for an answer.
Damn, she was cute, but also mischievous. Never would he have imagined her hiding in a locker and spying on him.
“It’s Chris like in Christian, which is what’s on my birth certificate. Now, how about explaining why you’re crammed inside a locker, in the men’s changing room, watching me.”
She ignored his demand and went right on glaring. “I knew there was something familiar about you. It was bugging me!”
“And therefore, you decided to play detective? What if it hadn’t been me in here changing, or if you’d walked in on someone coming out of the shower naked?”
The pink suffusing her cheeks was lovely. Imagining other places blushing with the same delightful color gave him an idea. Her antics deserved some special attention. He took a step forward, lowering his voice and using his height to intimidate.
She had to angle her head back to see him, which put her off balance. He bent, clasped her upper arms, and hauled her to her feet. And he didn’t let go when he continued his lecture.
“I thought you were a peeping Tom. This is a location where someone has a reasonable expectation of privacy. You violated that, which is a crime.”
“And what if something went missing? You’d get the blame. It wouldn’t take much to find out you were in here; the corridor is under surveillance.”
Her gaze shot to the door. “I didn’t know.”
“A review of the tapes, and you’d lose your job, your reputation would be ruined, and worst case, they could call the police and press charges.”
“I didn’t take anything. I just wanted to know who you were.”
“You’re lucky it was me, and not another employee, especially one who is underage. For Christ’s sake, Holly, at least half the evening shift workers are still in high school.” His fingers flexed on her arms as he tried to keep himself from shaking some sense into her. “That would open a whole different can of worms, wouldn’t it?”
She swallowed audibly. “What kind of worms, exactly?”
“Peeping on an adult is a misdemeanor. On a minor, well, you could have been facing jail time and to register as a sex offender.”
“What?” she cried, shaking her head. “But I wasn’t… I didn’t.”
“This amateur investigation could have gone very wrong.” Christian stared down at her while deciding how to proceed. It only took a moment. He released her, crossed to the door, and locked it.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure we aren’t interrupted for once.” On his way back, he took her hand and pulled her to the bench. He shoved his duffle on the floor and sat with his legs spread wide. With his hands on her hips, he moved her in between them. “I’m also going to punish you, in hopes you think before you ever do something this reckless again.”
“P-punish me?” she stammered. “How?”
His hands slid to the back of her skirt. “I think you know, but if you need me to say it, I will. I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank your bare bottom.”
Her response was to inhale swiftly, and her eyes grew as big and round as saucers. But she didn’t slap him, run screaming from the room, or knee him in the balls. All good signs.
“Have you been spanked before?”
She shook her head. “Have you?”
He held back a smile; his girl was so damn cute. “I’ve had a walloping or two in my time, but I assume you mean have I spanked someone else before.”
This time, when she nodded, her tongue came out to wet her lips, which he read as both apprehension as well as excitement.
“I won’t go into details, but yes, I have.” His fingers dipped beneath the hem of her skirt and moved upward, slowly, until they rested on her panty-clad behind. It felt softly rounded like it appeared in her snug jeans and skirts. His cock stirred to life, which had plenty of room in his baggy Santa pants. “The other day, you called me bossy. I prefer to say take charge, which I did with your apartment situation. This is something you’ll learn about me as our relationship progresses; I like to be in control, both in and out of the bedroom. I’ll never hurt you, but I will warm your ass when it’s needed.” He pulled her closer until her belly was against his chest and his face level with her breasts, but he didn’t go there, not now. This was serious, and he kept his gaze fixed on hers. “I care about you, Holly, but with me, when a lesson is earned, I give it. Is this something you can live with? If not, let me know now, and we’ll end things.”
“End things! But… I…”
“You don’t want it to?”
As she stared at him, he could see her struggle to make a decision, as well as hold back the tears that threatened. Finally, she shook her head.
“To be clear, you’re accepting me being in control, which includes taking you over my knee in situations like this?”
She bit her lip, looking sweetly adorable, and closed her eyes.
“Do you realize how badly this scheme could have ended for you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you also agree you deserve this spanking?”
She hesitated a moment, then gave a barely detectible nod.
“Look at me, Holly.”
One eye peeped open. He almost caved—she was so fucking cute—which would have ruined the dynamic he was trying to establish.
“I want to see both baby blues when we’re having a serious discussion.”
Her lashes, now spiky with tears, opened.
“Aw, honey,” he murmured. “It won’t be anywhere near as bad as you’re imagining. Weren’t you ever spanked as a child?”
She shook her head, and a tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb. “I spank for punishment, on occasion, but also for fun. We can explore the idea more this weekend if you’d like.”
“I can’t imagine a spanking being fun, Chris.”
“Christian,” he corrected her, hoping never to hear the shortened version from her again.
“It suits you more.” Her eyes trailed over his face. “Your beard is half undone, Santa.”
He’d forgotten. He yanked it off, disregarding the sting from the glue. “Better?”
“No. Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”
Regret twisted hard in his gut. She didn’t know the half of it. “We’ll get into all of that, tonight. Your transgressions first, then mine, okay?”
She hesitated, but whispered, “Okay.”
“Good. Now, over my lap. You have to get back to work, don’t you?”
“Oh, my gosh. I forgot. I need to go.”
He glanced at his wristwatch. “You’re fifteen minutes late already, another five isn’t going to make much difference.”
As he guided her into place, the feel of her soft, warm body over his thighs seemed right. “Hands on the floor for balance, and keep them there. And think about how you can avoid situations like this in the future.”
He tugged her skirt hem to her waist. Her whimpering sigh told him she was both nervous and excited about what was about to happen. He rested his hand on her bottom. She was wearing tights, and her sweet little ass covered in clingy navy knit was a sight to behold. A hint of her white satin panties showed through—lovely. They would need to go since his spankings were always applied to bare skin.
Curling his fingers into the waistband, he hooked her panties too and lowered both to mid-thigh. One of her hands flew back.
“Hands on the floor, Holly, like I told you.”
“This is embarrassing. We’ve had sex once, and you’ve got my bottom bared about to spank it like I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“Hiding out in the men’s room and spying through a locker is the definition of naughty. I thought we agreed on this.”
She moved her hand back to the floor.
“Good girl,” he murmured giving her a light pat. “Think you’ll remember this beyond tonight?”
“Until I die, most likely.”
“That’s why spankings are so effective. After the sting fades, you’ll still recall how you felt at this moment, which is a strong deterrent for future detective work in men’s locker rooms. Don’t you think?”
His hand caressed her silky soft skin, rubbing to bring the blood to the surface, warming her up a bit. He raised his hand and brought it down crisply on one pristine cheek. Color blossomed almost instantly since she was so fair. She’d bruise easily if he didn’t use the utmost care.
His hand rose and fell on the other side. She was silent, and he proceeded. The next spanks landed in pairs, moving from one round globe to the other. He added a bit more heat and sting, making her wiggle.
“Be still. We’re halfway through.”
“As expected.” His supporting hand slid from her back to wrap around her opposite hip as he administered the remaining ten swats without stopping. A series of oohs, ahs, and ohs accompanied them, as did a little pitter-pat from the toes of her knee-high boots. But he was prepared and didn’t let her skitter away.
“All done, baby,” he murmured while messaging the rosy redness of her round behind. So lovely, and he could see a shimmer of wetness between her thighs, spread by her kicking. Despite her protests, his little miscreant wasn’t immune to the sensual nature of her punishment.
But as he’d told her, it would have to wait until later, when she was done with work. For now, he pulled her tights and panties back into place, smoothed her skirt, and helped her to her feet.
Face flushed with her hair falling forward, her hands went to her backside, and she added more rubs.
“What are you going to do next time you’re tempted to go someplace you know is off limits?”
“Not do it?”
“Good. Now give me a kiss and get going, honey. I’ll shower, change, and wait around until you’re done. We have much more to discuss, don’t we?”
“I’m not sure if I want to kiss you right now, Christian. I’m mad at you.”
“Over the spanking,” he acknowledged.
“No, because you didn’t tell me you were Santa. I feel like a fool for not knowing. You tricked me, which is as good as a lie. I’m going to have to think long and hard about us.”
He stood, and with her jaw between his palms, the fingers of both hands wrapped around her neck beneath the thick fall of her hair. His thumb glided along her cheek, wiping away the single tear that escaped.
“I understand you must feel betrayed, but I had a reason to be cautious, and things got out of hand. I’ll explain my thinking tonight.”
She gazed back at him, her beautiful eyes bright, lashes spikier than before. “I’m curious to hear how you try to explain your way out of this if nothing else.”
He lowered his head and kissed the wetness from her skin, eschewing her lips, since she had reservations. “I’ll come by the wrapping counter at closing.”
With her nod of agreement, he let her go.
At the door, she glanced back. “Is this the important matter you wanted to discuss?”
“You were wrong, Chris… tian. It is bad.” With one last wounded look, she flipped the lock and was gone.
Christian sat down hard on the bench, dropping his head in his hands. The next moment, in a burst of angry frustration, he stood and slammed the locker door, punching it for good measure.
Holly was wrong; it wasn’t bad. It was about to get ugly, as he feared. What’s more, he had learned from this unexpected incident, she wasn’t half as upset by the spanking as being tricked. She could accept his discipline, where other women couldn’t. Which meant after finally finding the perfect woman, he’d gone and royally fucked things up.
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