The Perfect Gift

I know it's early but I imagine other people are out shopping for 'that perfect gift'. LOL
Title:  The Perfect Gift
Pairing: Jason/David
Author: Jenny
Implement: Paddle

"So," she ventured tentatively. "Have you bought Mom and Dad's Christmas present yet?"

I sensed a whiff of desperation in her question and pounced on it. "Oh, a long time ago," I assured her. "They're going to love it."

It was a yearly tradition, as familiar to me as Christmas carols and eggnog, this competition between my sister and me. Who could buy the best present for our parents? Oh we never came right out and said that, not since we were kids anyway. We were much more subtle than that now.

"What did you buy?" she asked, feigning indifference but I wasn't fooled.

"Oh," I matched her blasé tone. "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

"Jason," she wheedled. "You know I won't tell."

I knew no such thing. She'd stolen my thunder before, granted she was five at the time and the concept of secrets was sketchy for her, but still. "You'll just have to wait until Christmas," I said firmly.

She hung up shortly after; her mission of finding out what I'd bought, foiled. I knew if I divulged what the present was she'd have a better chance at outdoing me. Secrecy was key, especially in the early days. I could hardly keep myself from chortling in glee as I imagined the pressure Susan would be feeling.

"Well, you look pleased with yourself."

David's voice made me jump; I hadn't anticipated him coming home this early. I recovered fast though and returned his kiss.

"Well?" he smiled. "How come you're in such a good mood?"

I shrugged, "It'll be Christmas soon. That's a good reason."

"It is," he agreed cheerfully. He lifted the full shopping bags in his arms, "And I'm done Christmas shopping. And that's a reason to celebrate." He had gaggles of nieces and nephews to buy for and it was a monumental job.

David's list was long while, besides him, I only really had my parents and Susan that I exchanged presents with on the holidays. We both had budgets though. Carefully drawn up after I'd spent last January and February, maxed out on my credit cards and sweating bullets about making payments. Outdoing Susan last Christmas had cost me. My conscience nudged me uncomfortably. I'd blown my budget on Mom and Dad's present this year, big time blown it and I knew the dim view my partner would make of that. Which I totally got, I did but this year I had the perfect present and I knew David wasn't about to budge on what he'd consider excessive spending. While I love my job it doesn't pay that well, learning to live within my means was a difficult and ongoing struggle.

I spent the next week, alternately excited about the cruise that I'd booked for my parents and guilty about deceiving David. He was looking at me with more suspicion each day too, knowing something was up. I could only use the `Christmas is coming' excuse for my jumpiness for so long.

"What's wrong, Jason?" he finally asked as he rearranged all the groceries I'd previously unpacked, putting them in more reasonable places. He frowned as he found a tub of melting ice cream in the cupboard.

"Nothing's wrong," I answered irritably. "What could be wrong?"

"I don't know," David looked at me thoughtfully. "But you're not yourself."

"Well, who the hell am I then?" I growled. My list of rude possibilities was interrupted by a sound swat on my bottom.

"That's enough of that," David said. "Maybe you're just tired. You can go get ready for bed."

I didn't put up an argument, it was almost eleven anyway and I was glad to escape any further probing about what was bothering me. And even that single swat was enough to remind me of what I deserved for lying. I picked up the radio to set the alarm for the morning and it burst into life, `You'd better watch out, you'd better not pout. You'd better not cry….'. I quickly shut it off, my heart jumping unpleasantly; I'd hated that song as a little kid when I still believed. As a boy I'd been a ….handful, was how the more polite teachers put it. I'd been terrified that Santa would surely know how naughty I'd been and no matter how hard I tried I would never be able to tip that scale onto the `nice' side. My fears were always unfounded; my stocking was always full on Christmas morning, the tree crowded with a glut of presents with my name on a fair share of them. My parents had understood the trials of being an excitable and impulsive little boy.

They'd been less understanding of the tension between Susan and me as we got older though. I remember one Christmas asking my mother what she wanted for Christmas and her rather desperate reply, "I just want you and your sister to get along."

"No, Mom," I said impatiently. "A real present."

"That would be a real present, Jason," she said seriously but I brushed it aside. Maybe it had hurt her, I considered now, seeing two people she loved fight like that. My conscience gave another kick to my guts. This wasn't right; I was going to tell David. Tomorrow. Maybe.

Maybe I would have, I like to think I would have anyway, but it became a moot point. Coincidentally we both came home at the same time from work and as I started supper he turned on the answering machine to listen for messages.

"Hi Jason," the machine burbled. "This is Shelly at the travel agency. Just calling to tell you that the tickets for the cruise are ready to be picked up. I'm sure your parents will have a great time."

I dropped the onion I'd been about to slice on the countertop.

"Jason?"

Dizzy, I gripped onto the counter, unable to turn around. I felt his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him.

"Have you got something to tell me?" he asked quietly.

I nodded but nothing came out of my mouth. He took my hand and led towards the living room. Sitting down on the couch he kept a tight hold on my hand.

"Is this what you've been worrying about?" he questioned.

Another nod but my voice seemed to have deserted me.

"How much did you spend?"

Double what I'd budgeted I wanted to say but somehow the words didn't come out. I felt myself being drawn across his knee and then his palm came down hard on my backside, loosening the words. "Three thousand," I gasped.

He sat me back up so he could look at me. I would have rather been across his knee when I saw his expression.

"It's a perfect present though," I said desperately trying to make him understand. "They've been wanting to go to the Caribbean."

They could actually afford the tickets a lot easier than I could. Which was probably some of my motivation in buying them. I was self-conscious about my low-paying job and I wanted them to be impressed.

"Jason," he shook his head. "Your parents don't expect gifts like this. Don't you remember what they said last year?"

I did. They had almost begged me not to buy them such extravagant presents.

"But Susan will buy them something great, I know it."

David looked a little grimmer, "So it's not about what your parents want at all, Jason? It's about competing with your sister?"

Some Christmas spirit. I wanted to deny it but I'd told enough lies to David already. I just looked down at the floor, bitterly ashamed of myself.

"I'm taking your deliberate breaking of your budget as disobedience, Jason," he informed me. "You asked me to help you set it and you intentionally broke it."

"Yes, sir," I agreed, not the least bit surprised.

"How many times have you lied to me this week?"

I winced at the blunt way he put that, "A lot," I admitted, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. Every time I denied something was bothering me, I'd lied to him, every day I didn't tell him I'd hidden the fact I'd disobeyed him, I'd lied.

"Do you want supper before or after I spank you?"

I couldn't possibility eat now, "After," I answered tearfully.

"All right then," he said, getting to his feet. "We'll deal with the disobedience first and then we're going to discuss lying."

My heart banged against my ribs, knowing I was going to get two separate spankings. I was already crying softly when we reached the spare room. Wiping at my wet eyes with one hand I tried to undo my jeans with the other. David's large hands nudged my fumbling ones aside to unzip my pants and skim them down my legs. I wanted him to know how badly I felt and when I felt his hands on the waistband of my briefs, I gripped them. "I'm sorry," I said urgently.

He squeezed my hands. "This has to stop Jason," he said, his eyes soft and sad. "You're hurting your parents and your sister. And you're hurting yourself, baby."

"I know." I took a deep breath when he released one of my hands to lean over and remove the paddle from the nightstand's drawer but I didn't protest. Which was a first for me.

His hands tugged my shorts down and off, joining my jeans already lying on the floor. When he looked at me expectantly I slowly lowered myself over his lap. The minute I felt him move to pick up the paddle though my hand moved instinctively to cover my vulnerable backside.

"Jason," he asked firmly. "Do you deserve this paddling?"

"Yes, sir," I acknowledged unhappily.

"Then you move that hand."

I reluctantly shifted my protective hand from my bottom to grip onto the comforter. The first few swats were bearable, landing on virgin territory so to speak but the heat and the sting soon built up and I struggled to keep my hands in place. He was paddling slowly, each measured swat stoking the blaze he was lighting on my backside. The cadence didn't change but the state of my bottom sure did. I tried to count how many fell but it was difficult to concentrate so I just buried my face in the blanket until he was done and cried. Hard.

He put me on my feet when he was through and I clutched at my sweltering bottom, squeezing and kneading to try and relieve the intense sting. He led me to the corner and stayed with me until I'd calmed down a bit. I knew we wouldn't be discussing anything until I'd stopped crying fully. It was awful to be standing there, my backside throbbing, knowing I had another one coming. Which was part of the rationale behind corner time between two spankings. I could be done right now if I hadn't lied and that made me regret the lies all the more. I gradually stopped, my loud sobs fading away to quiet hiccups. The tears welled up again when I felt his hand on my shoulder though.

I let him guide me over his lap once more, feeling regret with every pore of my being. I wished I hadn't spent that money and more than ever I wished I hadn't lied to him. I noted with relief, it was his hand I felt on my tender backside now. Still, a hand spanking on top of a paddling, quite simply, hurt. I was promising I'd never lie to him again before he even started.

He lay me on the bed when we were done, lying down beside me to comfort me. When I'd finally quit crying he asked, "Can you return the tickets?"

"I have another idea," I said.

I hung up the phone, feeling like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes. Susan had been so excited when I offered her the chance to share in giving Mom and Dad the cruise. Suspicious at first but when I convinced her I was sincere, she'd sounded so happy and relieved.

I smiled, thinking of how pleased Mom would be at the idea of a joint gift from Susan and me. I went to find David, lowering myself gingerly onto the couch to lie with my head pillowed in his lap.

"I'm so proud of you," he said, bending down to kiss my cheek.

I thought I was all cried out but my eyes stung with tears again at his words. "Me too." I turned my head so his lips could find my mouth.

The End

The Xmas Gift

Title: The Xmas Gift
Author: Dice
Pairing: OCs Kate/Jill
Notes: I’ve written about these two before in The Lamp, and this little story is for our dear Sam, who came up with the idea. Hope you’re getting your toasts buttered and your butt toasted this Christmas ;)

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The Xmas Gift

Jill turned the computer off, it was past midnight, but she couldn’t help it, she was mad about that computer game. She had just moved in Kate’s favourite Sim hunk with her own cute girl couple and was trying to have a threesome... only now three of them hated each other. Ah well, Kate would fix that when she played next.

She flung her shirt on the floor and lifted the covers, creeping in next to her real life girlfriend and deliberately placing cold toes on her calf. Kate stirred and one of her hands connected sharply with Jill’s bare bottom. The orange lamp on the desk lit.

Rubbing the sting out she giggled and then clapped her hands once and when darkness fell again she snuggled up against the warm welcoming body, feeling Kate’s full breasts press against her own.

“Love you,” she whispered.

“Mm... you too...” Kate mumbled.

Kate was unpacking Christmas decorations and singing along to the CD while it blasted out her favourite cheerful Christmas song: “You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry...” she danced around the box counting all the little Santas and the children on slays and reindeer in snow. Then she realised the old snow globe with the little house was missing.

“Jill?”

“Hm?” Jill was busy as usual trying to sort out the dilemma of the moved in hunk. Kate was a bit peeved, it’d been a week since she’d done that and she’d still not managed to untangle her mess, and Kate had been so set on moving that guy in with the sexy artist type in number 6.

“Jill, have you seen the snow globe?”

“Yeah it’s on the shelf,” Kate looked around with a muddled expression.

“Where?”

“There,” Jill pointed to the display case in the game where the Sims put their Vacation Souvenirs.

“Get your mind off the darn Sims for two seconds will ya? Our snow globe? The one with the house? The one grandpa got in Switzerland?” she walked over to the desk and moved Jill’s hand to save and close.

“Bitch,” Jill stated friendly like and turned to kiss her.

“Go get the mail, ok?”

“Sure!”

Jill picked up the package. She loved Christmas time, so many interesting things in the mail. This package had a little note about the US postal service and she quickly turned it over so she wouldn’t read the declarations of what was in it. Kate would kill her if she did.

She quickly snatched away the piece of carton the notes were glued onto and ripped it apart and then she put the package on the top shelf in the hall cabinet, where they kept all packages from their online friends.

She then brought Kate the mail and forgot all about packages and such because Kate was dancing sensually to ‘Oh Holy Night’ wearing a red cap and a Santa’s beard together it looked so funny she fell down laughing in the couch and couldn’t get up for half an hour.


Everything was finished except for the tree, they always waited with the tree until Christmas Eve and decorated it together. Kate was done with most of her chores and Jill had actually helped out with most things without being told twice.

Her button nosed girlfriend was happy and content this year; there were many reasons for that Kate knew, but for one she wasn’t broke like usual since Kate had monitored her Christmas shopping closely and that meant they hadn’t been fighting.

Kate sat down by the computer, which for once were abandoned, mostly due to the fact that after the hunk had mysteriously drowned in the pool Kate wouldn’t let Jill play The Sims anymore. There was a mail from “thespankstar” in her inbox. She smiled to herself wondering what Philip had to say.

Hey K/J!

Merry Xmas sweeties! What r u up to? I’m sneaking on the computer while Ted is watching TV, he’s all over me about early bedtimes lately! Anyhoo did you get my package? Should’ve got there by now? Oops gotta go someone’s tapping his foot behind me.

Mwah! Hugs

Philip

That was odd, she hadn’t seen any package from Philip. Maybe Jill had put it away. “Jill? Honey? Did we get a package from Philip?”

“Huh? Hang on, I’ve got dough on my hands...” Jill came out, and with a smile Kate noted that there was dough on her face as well. She got up and kissed it away, it tasted sweet, always a lot of sugar when Jill baked. “I’ll check the cabinet, ok?”

“Yeah do that.”


Jill pulled out a chair and started lifting out the gifts and packages. A large brown box suddenly jumped out at her and she nearly fell from the chair. She put the others back and stared at the brown box. It had several layers of tape with red text that read: “By opening this Package you hereby commit to... ...federal law and...” she swallowed hard. What the fuck was this? It looked really official and scary.

“Did you find it?” Kate called from the living room.

She freaked. God! What if this was some really crucial FBI stuff or something! What if they were under surveillance right now?! She shook her head, ok now she was being stupid. Kate had probably put this up there...but what if she hadn’t? Maybe Jill had done it herself and forgotten about it? Shit Kate would be pissed if she hadn’t shown her an official looking package like this... damn what if it was a bomb?

Kate’s steps came towards her and she quickly stuffed the package to the farthest back of the cabinet smiling weakly down at her.

“Nothing from Phil?”

“”No, nothing,” she assured her and climbed down. “probably stuck in customs or something.”

“Yeah probably, or it’s in Singapore, you know what Philip’s handwriting’s like,” they both laughed, but Jill couldn’t help thinking about that official looking package.


It was funny how just a few days before Kate had been thinking how relaxed Jill seemed, well apparently the reaction to the Christmas rush had been delayed somewhat but not avoided completely.

She was tense and argumentative, she couldn’t bear being teased, which she always could if she was calm and peaceful. Everything Kate suggested was met with a contrary reply.

It was also annoyingly often that she found her below the cabinet in the hallway, looking at it with an anxious expression – like a child wishing she dared check what was in them. After telling her off three times Kate was astounded at coming home after some last minute shopping on Christmas Eve and finding Jill on a chair reaching for the packages on the top shelf.

“Jill!” Jill stumbled and came crashing down. Luckily Kate caught her before she landed and they stood embracing in the middle of the hallway the chair toppled over and the grocery bags dropped on the floor. Kate kissed the terrified face in front of her and then frowned. “So what’s with the curious kid act?”

“Nothing!” Jill shook her head quickly.

“I told you to keep your nose out of those packages!”

“Damn it! I’m a grown up! If I want to open all my packages today I will!!” Jill snapped and pushed her away. “You’re such a bitch! You never let me do anything! Fuck off!!” she rushed into the bedroom and slammed the door hard.

Kate stared after her and then picked up the grocery bags and the box of chocolates that had fallen out. Raising the chair she sighed and wondered why this had to happen on Christmas Eve. It wasn’t fun having to spank the person you loved the most, the day before Christmas. But they had long ago established that none of them disrespected the other like that.

So after putting the groceries away she took the hairbrush out of the drawer and went over to the bedroom. She knocked lightly on the door before entering.


Jill flinched hard at the knock and swallowed hard. Why had she blown up in her face like that? She knew she could always talk to Kate, but not after treating her like that. The door opened and she closed her eyes.

“I don’t understand why you get like this every Christmas,” Kate’s voice reached her from the door. “Stand up, Jill!” Jill obeyed standing up and trying to keep her knees from folding beneath her.

“I don’t know if you think Christmas time means you get away from behaving like a reasonable adult, but as far as I’m concerned it doesn’t!” Kate continued harshly. “Take off those jeans and then come out in the living room!”


After the lamp had found it’s way into their lives they had moved all spanking sessions into the living room, which was probably very wise seeing as the bed so often invited them to do something other than dealing with Jill’s transgressions.

“Jill!” Kate called after a few minutes. “JILL!!” She had to call three more times before Jill came tiptoeing out of the bedroom wearing only her blouse and panties. “If you think stalling will help your case, you’re very wrong!” she grabbed her arm forcefully and pulled her down over her lap.

Folding the blouse up over her back she hesitated. She closed her eyes trying desperately to stifle the smile that made her lips twitch. Right across the upturned buttocks was written with red letters: Do not open until Xmas! So that’s what she’d been doing while Kate called for her.

When she finally felt sure that her voice would remain stern she spoke: “Right. Well keep them on then, sweetheart, but you’ll get four extra for being cheeky.”

“Aaw... Katy!” she whined, but Kate simply raised the brush and cracked it down hard right across Xmas making Jill howl.

She spanked hard, she needed to let Jill release all the tension she had built up lately, and soon Jill was sobbing and speaking disjointedly. Kate couldn’t quite understand her so she stopped spanking and gently caressed the warm seat of her panties, running her fingers tenderly just underneath the lining.


Jill squirmed as the pain converted into pleasure at the soft, enticing touch. She calmed down quickly and reached a hand back to move Kate’s hand further down. But Kate simply captured it and pinned it to her back, smacking the brush down again on her left cheek.

“Now tell me what’s got you so tense lately? Did you buy something you shouldn’t have? Did you eat all the candy? What?” Kate asked menacingly patting her bottom with the hairbrush.

“Oh,” Jill gulped down a sob and twisted a little under the threat of more spanks. “I... I’m sorry, Katy! I should’ve shown you, we’ve got a package from the FBI!!” she wailed tears suddenly brimming again. “Or at least someone scary! I didn’t know if you’d put it there or if I had, but it looks really official and I knew you’d be angry with me!”

She cried hard and Kate picked her up and hugged her close.

“Oh, sweetie, let’s go have a look, all right?” she pulled her out in the hallway and moved the chair up to the cabinet, “Up you get, and hand it to me.”

“But what, what if it’s a bomb?” Jill whispered.

“Yes, I’m sure the FBI has sent us a bomb sweetheart,” Kate said sarcastically shaking her head in disbelief. “Are you on something?” Jill climbed up and pouting with great conviction she handed the brown box to Kate, who went out in the kitchen to fetch a pair of scissors.

Jill skulked into the living room as Kate cut the official looking tape from the box and took out two neatly wrapped gifts with nice bows.

“Merry Christmas Jill, much love Philip. Merry Christmas Kate, much love... Philip,” Kate read out loud, glancing at her from the corner of her eye. “Did you forget Philip gets lots of office supplies from Ted’s firm, sweetheart?”

“Well Philip should’ve bloody well written his name on the box!”

“Oh, I have a feeling he did and you removed it...” Kate grinned. “Merry Christmas my paranoid little brat!” Jill saw fit to only put out her tongue in response.

The End

(Note: The Sims (TM) computer game I must have back soon!!)


~*~ Meriikurisumasu dano gashou! ~*~