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  Festival of Lights© 2016 by D.L. King

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  First Edition December 2016

  Festival of Lights

  “What are you, a kid? Get away from that.” Judith put down the grocery bags she was juggling and kicked the front door closed.

  Marc dropped the long box he was holding and kicked it back under the couch. He quickly moved to the door, grabbed the bags and kissed her on the cheek. “I wasn’t snooping, really. See, I was just cleaning the living room and saw something under the couch and, and thought it must have gotten pushed under there by accident. I only just realized it was a present and, and then you came in. I didn’t look. Really. Are there any more bags? Want me to go out to the car?”

  “Yeah, right! Don’t make me get out the cattle prod.”

  “Ha, Ms. Smarty, we don’t have a cattle prod,” he said, dancing away from her as she reached to swat his ass. “But it’s only a week until Chanukah and, when I was a kid, my parents used to put all the presents on top of the breakfront, so we could see them. We couldn’t reach them, but we could see them.

  “I don’t see why you have to hide them all over the place.” He continued “I put yours out. You get to see all the wrapped boxes. I don’t see why you can’t do the same with mine. And, and by the way, you haven’t even wrapped yours. You better get a move on or you’ll end up wrapping all my presents the day before.”

  “What makes you think you’re even getting any presents? What makes you think that was for you? Maybe that was a present for my mother. Did you ever think of that? I don’t think you deserve any presents. You’ve been so bad lately.”

  “Oh, right, you got your mother something from Sandor’s House of Pain!”

  Judith flashed him a look.

  “I only saw the label on the box. I didn’t look inside!” A little under his breath, Marc said, “You came home too soon.”

  “What was that?”

  “What?”

  “What did you just say?”

  “What? Nothing.”

  “Go and get my hairbrush.”

  “No, really, I didn’t mean it. And besides, if you’d wrapped it, I would never have seen the store label.”

  “Bring me the wooden spoon, too.”

  “I’m just sayin’,” Marc grumbled, as he made his way into their bedroom and the toy cabinet.

  He wasn’t really grumbling. Actually, he’d been wishing for a good spanking since last Tuesday and he realized he’d probably been acting out for days in hopes of getting one. But really, he did wish she’d put the presents out. That had been his favorite part of Chanukah when he was a kid. He and his brother and sister would race home from school each day to see if more packages had been added to the pile. He loved looking at all the different sized boxes and the sea of blue and silver wrapping paper. His father, the artistic mathematician, had designed and made beautiful Stars of David for decorations.

  Growing up in Montana, they were the only Jewish family for miles. They put up the usual white lights outlining the roof, like the other houses, but inside everything was blue and silver, instead of red and green. There was no Christmas tree and his mother wouldn’t even consider a Chanukah bush, but she and his father always decorated the house with blue and silver ornaments and silver tinsel, even though she bitched about it getting caught in the vacuum cleaner, weeks after the holiday was over.

  He opened the cabinet and pulled out the antique wood and boar bristle hairbrush they’d found at a flea market on one of their antiquing trips. They both loved antiques and kept their eyes out for interesting items; the kinds of things Judith called pervertables. Judith could see the alternative uses for all kinds of stuff; it was just another thing he adored about her.

  He looked at the collection of objects in the cabinet. It was becoming quite well stocked. Just looking at the leather collar and cuffs, the clamps and locks and the box that contained the more intimate toys, he could feel himself getting hard.

  Sometimes, when he was cleaning the bedroom, he’d open the cabinet and look at everything. He could easily lose himself, just looking and handling things and thinking of the last time each had been used. Realizing this little trip was taking too much time, he grabbed the fancy wooden spoon they’d bought together at a Williams Sonoma on their honeymoon, and closed the cabinet doors.

  “I was thinking about sending a rescue party in to look for you,” Judith said when he returned to the living room. He found her sitting on the couch, her smile lighting up her whole face. She took the brush and spoon from him. “Take those pants down and get into position.”

  Undoing his pants and letting them fall to his ankles, he slid his underwear down to his knees and settled himself across his wife’s lap. Once she’d made sure his semi-erect member was between her legs, she closed them, chafing him with the seams of her jeans. He liked it so much more when she was wearing a skirt and bared her legs to his body—or better yet, if she was wearing stockings... He felt her hand smack his bottom and all previous thoughts fled his consciousness.

  Judith rained smack after smack, barehanded, against his bottom, until he could feel the warmth spreading throughout his body. She stopped spanking him for a few minutes and caressed his bottom and the back of his balls until he began to hump against her legs from the pleasure. He was completely hard now and knew he’d stay that way for a while, unless she let him come, which he knew was unlikely.

  “How many presents have you opened?” He felt the back of the hairbrush land with a crack.

  “None, I swear!” he yelped.

  “I don’t believe you,” she said calmly, hitting his other cheek with the brush. “I love this brush, don’t you? It makes such lovely deep red marks.”

  He felt her fingernail lightly scratch the area she’d just spanked.

  “I didn’t, I promise.”

  The stinging sensation was beginning to settle in from the first stroke of the hairbrush and she worried the area with a finger. “How many have you found, then?”

  “Just that one under the couch.” Four more hard smacks hit his bottom. “And the one in the linen closet.” The brush fell against his bottom several more times. The stinging turned into a burning sensation and his cock felt painfully hard and swollen. He rocked from side to side on her lap but her legs kept him tightly imprisoned.

  “Oh, this poor bottom is getting so red and swollen,” she said. She put the brush down on the coffee table and caressed his hot skin. Her hand slipped between his legs and tickled the back of his balls. “And what other presents have you discovered?” she asked softly.

  “That’s it. Really.” He felt her grab his balls and pull down swiftly. “OK, OK, and the one in your underwear drawer. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

  She gave his balls a squeeze and removed her hand. And as he started to push himself up, thinking the spanking was over, he felt the wooden spoon come down on his now very tender bottom.

  “Oww!”

  “You went in my underwear drawer?” The spoon lande
d over and over. “What am I gonna do with you?” His bottom was beginning to feel numb. The spanking continued mercilessly. “You are not to look for any more presents. If I catch you with another one, you can forget about Chanukah. There’ll be no presents for you at all. Is that clear?”

  He managed a breathless “Yes, ma’am!”

  “All right then.” He felt her hand land hard once more on each cheek. “Get up. I put the perishables away while you were gazing into the cabinet. Now it’s time for you to put the rest of the groceries away.”

  He started to pull up his pants.

  “No. Just take them all the way off. And the underwear too. You don’t need your pants to put away groceries. Maybe it’ll help you learn your lesson. And you better not let me see you touching that cock.”

  “No, ma’am.”

  His cock screamed at him to take care of it as he walked into the kitchen, but by the time he’d finished putting everything away his erection was subsiding. He knew he could expect great sex when they went to bed because Judith got just as hot from spanking him as he got from being spanked. And, of course, with that thought, his cock started to wake up again.

  He wandered contritely back into the living room. Judith patted the couch next to her. He sat down and she gave him a kiss.

  “Thanks for putting everything away,” she said. She idly played with his cock and balls while they snuggled together. “I promise to wrap everything if you promise not to snoop anymore.”

  “Deal,” he said.

  “Can you stop off after work tomorrow and pick up a box of Chanukah candles?” See if they’ll let you open the boxes to make sure we get a good one. It used to annoy me so much, when I was a kid, and I’d open the box and there’d be like two colors, and they wouldn’t even be good colors,” Judith said.

  “Yeah, or if you’d open the box and they would have somehow melted together a little and they weren’t straight anymore or if some of them would have taken on the colors from the ones next to them,” Marc said. “When we were kids, we each had our own menorah and we’d open our boxes of candles and trade with each other. My oldest sister started it. She’d plan out her color scheme for each night and we’d all do the same and trade candles until we got the colors we needed.

  “Hey, speaking of candles...”

  “Yeah?” Judith asked.

  “Well, I was just thinking...”

  “What?”

  “Well, you know, dripping wax and that sort of thing. That might be fun, don’t you think? And there’d be all the different colors and stuff. We never did that before. It might be kind of fun to do with Chanukah candles.”

  “You can’t do that,” Judith said. “You can’t screw around with Chanukah candles. You have to let them burn down until they go out.” Marc looked at her. “In the menorah,” she said. “That’s kind of the whole point of the holiday, you know, with the oil lasting eight days and all.”

  “Well, all right, it was just a thought.”

  “I’ll give some thought to hot wax and candles. After all, it doesn’t have to be for Chanukah. Go ahead and put your pants back on.”

  * * *

  On Monday, when Marc got home from work, he was greeted by the site of a mountain of blue and silver wrapped boxes of all different shapes and sizes. After checking them all out and guessing at what might be inside, he added to the pile of packages he’d wrapped for Judith and dashed back out to Bed, Bath and Beyond to see what they had in Chanukah decorations.

  By the time Judith got home, Marc had finished installing nylon line which criss-crossed the ceiling and was busy hanging deep blue metallic balls and small silver stars from the invisible line. He’d put their menorah out on the mantle with two boxes of candles next to it.

  “Honey, how come two boxes? We only need one.”

  “I wanted to make sure we had plenty of good colors,” Marc answered.

  “Which leads me to ask yet again, how old are you?” Judith replied.

  Marc gave her a sheepish grin. “I can’t help it. I love Chanukah. It’s kind of like the way other people love Christmas, I guess. And besides, it adds to my charm.

  “Thanks for putting out the presents. See, I added yours to the pile. Now it really looks festive around here!”

  “Especially with all the cool new decorations,” she said. “Our first Chanukah; it’s so exciting.”

  During the remaining days before the first night, a few more packages got added to the pile. They’d managed to mail everything off to out-of-town family and friends in plenty of time. Everything would be sure to arrive before the last night.

  After saying the blessings over the first night’s candles, Marc gave Judith a passionate kiss, stared into her eyes and asked, “How many presents shall we open tonight?”

  “All I want to know is what the hell you’re planning to do when we have children?”

  “Why? What do you mean?”

  “What are you gonna do with all that extra competition over who gets to open which presents when ’n stuff.” She started laughing.

  “All right, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she said, “because this is the way we did it at my house when I was a kid. We can each pick one present to open each night, but only one. We’ll save the rest for the last night and have a big celebration.”

  “One?”

  “Yes, ONE. And stop pouting. Remember, there’s no law that says you get to open one every night, so you better be on your best behavior. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “All right, I want to open this one,” he said, pulling out the long package he’d found under the couch.

  “No baby, let’s save that one for later. Let’s save all the big stuff for the last night. I know, how about we each pick a present for the other to open each night?”

  They snuggled together, listening to a new CD and leafing through a new coffee table book on collectable glassware while they watched the candles burn down.

  The next morning, Judith suggested they have a Chanukah party on the eighth night. “We could invite Susan and Harry over and maybe Tom and Joel, too. You could make latkes. You make killer latkes. Everyone could bring their menorahs over and we could all light the candles together and eat, drink and be merry, n’ stuff. We could all exchange small gifts. What do you think?”

  “Sounds like fun. But wouldn’t everyone feel bad if we opened all the rest of our presents and they each only had a couple to open?”

  “Man, you’re such a little boy! We can save the rest of ours until after everyone leaves.”

  “Save ’em? What do you mean, save ’em?”

  “I can see that last spanking didn’t have quite the effect on you it was meant to. As my father used to say, ‘I think someone could use a potch on the tukhas.’ Touch your toes. I want to see that ass in the air now, Mister. Oh please, what are you thinking? Stand up and undo the pants first.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He let his pants slide down his legs and then lowered his underwear before bending over. Judith used her hand to deliver a good, sound spanking, which hurt doubly due to his stretched position. It made for one of the best mornings he’d had at work in a long time.

  He called Judith at lunch to tell her he loved her and to thank her for the morning spanking. “I wish I could still feel it. My butt was tingling all during my morning meeting. I bet everyone was wondering why I kept smiling even though this quarter’s earnings weren’t so rosy.”

  Together, they planned the party over the next few days. Marc was really looking forward to it. He loved entertaining and he adored latkes, even if he was the one who had to make them. Actually, he enjoyed making them for people. He used his grandmother’s recipe and they always blew everyone away.

  In the meanwhile, Judith had been busy making plans of her own. She’d called their friends separately, to make sure everything would be ready. Susan and Harry had a relationship similar to her own, with Harry submitting to Susan’s needs and wishes, and Susan thought the idea of a somewhat
spontaneous play party would be great fun. She agreed to bring enough supplies for everyone, without letting Harry know about it. He and Marc didn’t talk that often, but she didn’t want to take any chances of letting the cat out of the bag before the kinky Chanukah party.

  Tom was more excited about the party than Joel because, Jewish or not, he adored Marc’s latkes and wouldn’t miss them for the world. Joel, on the other hand, was more interested in the after dinner festivities. He and Tom were both switches, but Joel claimed first dibs on bottoming for this particular activity. He and Tom, both, swore they wouldn’t breathe a word to Marc on pain of losing their latke-eating privileges.

  It was really convenient that the last night fell on a Saturday. That assured Marc would have plenty of time to clean the house and get everything prepared in the kitchen.

  Their friends began arriving around 5:00, laden with coats and bags. Marc took the outerwear and Judith took the bags because, as she put it, “Marc just can’t seem to keep his hands out of boxes and bags these days—any boxes and bags.”

  Susan gave Marc a kiss and whispered conspiratorially that she always felt the same way about this time of year. She sent Harry in to retrieve their menorah from their bag, along with their candles. Joel did the same and they each set theirs up next to Marc and Judith’s, on the mantle.

  Judith made a pitcher of martinis and after everyone was served drinks and was contentedly noshing on the crudités, she sent Marc in to the kitchen to begin preparing the latkes. Marc could hear the low murmur of voices coming from the living room and occasional loud laughter. After he’d mixed the batter for the potato pancakes, he stuck his head in to see what was going on.

  “Oh no you don’t. Back to the salt mines with you,” Judith said. “We’re all getting hungry out here.”

  Once he’d begun to fry the latkes, Tom wandered in. “Thought I’d keep you company. It isn’t fair you slaving away in here while the rest of us are out there partying. Want a drink?”