I wondered what it would feel like to have a whole strand of lights wrapped around my body. Oh how delicious to be bound with winding, colorful lights, the hot bulbs awakening my body with a little pain. I imagined it would be similar to hot wax, something I’d recently tried-by myself of course. I’d lit a candle in the bathroom as I took a bath and dripped the melted liquid onto my breasts. I’d hissed with pain even as my whole body tightened in pleasure. I had wondered since what it would feel like to have someone else dribble the heated stuff on my body, perhaps as I was tied up and helpless.

I came back to reality with a shudder of pleasure I hoped Andrew hadn’t seen. I couldn’t however stop the gush of moisture between my thighs and I clamped my pelvic muscles tight, wishing I’d inserted my mini vibrator inside so I could have really enjoyed myself.

I went back to opening my gifts and pretending enthusiasm, all the while plotting a bathroom escape under the guise of a bath where I’d give myself an orgasmic Christmas present.

I made sure we quickly finished opening the remaining presents, eager to escape. Standing and staring at the tree, I took a sip of coffee preparing to excuse myself when Andrew broke tradition. He slapped me on the ass-hard-and I almost spit out my mouthful of coffee.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said with a wink as he left the room. When he came back, the sting of cold from the garage where he’d disappeared to for a moment wafted into the room with him and made me shiver. What the hell is he up to? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was excited-sexually. And since when does he slap my ass? A better question, how could I get him to do it again and again and…

Caught up in a mental video of Andrew spanking me, I didn’t react at first when he placed a large box in front of me wrapped with black shiny paper and a blood red bow. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but I admit, I found myself intrigued.