Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard

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“Have fun. Arnold, just tell Chel if your fingers get tingly or anything. I’ll just be a minute. Lager, right?”

Arnold nodded and sat down on the arm of the couch, drumming his fingers on his knee.

“So… is this the part where you abuse your ex’s new girlfriend while I watch?” he asked.

“Why are you suddenly so okay with all of this?” asked Chelsea.

“I don’t know. Pete just has that calming energy, you know? He made sure I was safe, explained what he was doing, now he’s getting me a beer. I trust you, obviously, you’re my fiance, I trust him. It’s good to try new things.”

“He is super calming. Whenever I have a bad day at work, he just sets me over his knee, holds onto the back of my neck, and spanks me until I feel better,” said Hannah.

“Is that what he used to do to you, sweetie?” asked Arnold. “Sometimes, I feel like you have a bad day, and I want to help you feel better, and you just give me this, ‘I know what I want, but I don’t know how to tell you,’ kind of look.”

“Sweetheart,” Chelsea said, sitting down on the couch between him and Hannah and yanking her over her knee. “He’s gone now. He can’t hear you. What’d he do? What’d he say to make you go along with all this?”

“Nothing. We played a couple games before, but you’ve seen us the whole time we’ve been together tonight. Why can’t I want to learn more about your kink stuff? You were all about doing it with me last week.”

“With you. Not in front of you with two other people.”

Arnold shrugged. “Watching you throw another girl around and threaten her is kinda hot.”

“Are you going to spank me, or what? This isn’t really comfortable, your legs are too bony– OW!” Hannah shrieked when Chelsea slapped her ass.

“Oooh, I heard that one, are you guys having fun without me?” asked Mark as he came back down the stairs. He handed a bottle to Arnold, popped the top on a second, and then did the same to Arnold’s.

“Thanks!” Arnold said and took a long pull before turning back to the spanking.

“You doing okay, kitten? Mark asked as Chelsea swatted her again.

“Mmmmhmm. She’s not as good as you, Daddy. It’s still fun though. I like having an audience.”

“Of course I’m not as good as Daddy, how could anyone else ever be as good as Daddy?” said Chelsea, delivering a few more whacks.

“You said it, not me,” said Mark, taking a sip of his own beer.

Hannah started wriggling, trying to grind her crotch against Chelsea’s thigh.

“She’s a squirmer, look at that. That’s how you know you’re getting to her,” Mark said, sotto voce, to Arnold.

“Why,” slap, “are,” slap, “you,” slap, “all,” slap, “doing,” slap, “this?” slap. Asked Hannah.

“We’re just having a little fun,” said Mark. “Why’re you making it such a big deal?”

“Because I didn’t see or talk to you for almost a decade, and now the first party we’re both at, you have my fiancé tied up and I’m spanking yours like a bad lesbian porno!”

“That pretty much tracks with the kind of parties we used to go to.”

Chelsea looked down at Hannah for a second. “I’m just wasting my time, aren’t I?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“There’s a zero percent chance I’m going to spank her enough to make her feel bad before midnight.”

“That is true. Do you want a paddle?”

“No! I am not paddling your girlfriend in front of my fiancé!”

“Do you want to make out with her? I think he’d like that. He seems like more of a pleasure than pain kind of guy. Isn’t that right, Arnie?”

Arnold nodded, holding up his beer bottle for another sip.

Chelsea rolled Hannah off her lap and onto her back on the couch. She climbed over her, legs on either side of her body, her crotch pinning the smaller girl’s bound hands to her stomach. “Is that what you want? Have you been thinking about kissing me ever since I growled at you a little in the closet?”

Hannah nodded.

“You sure you’re good with this, babe?”

Arnold gave her a smile and the best thumbs up he could manage with the beer bottle and his hands tied.

“Fine,” said Chelsea. She grabbed Hannah’s collar ring with one hand, a fistful of her hair with the other, and yanked her into her kiss, forcing her tongue into the other woman’s mouth.

Hannah moaned, squirming harder under her, eyes fluttering closed.

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Come back soon for TMI Tuesday, more Hallmark, and maybe even a Sexy Short!

Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard

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Arnold looked between the two of them. “Should I be nervous?”

“Depends on what kind of rope Jenny has,” said Mark.

“Rope? What rope, why are you getting rope?” 

Mark walked out of the kitchen and Arnold turned back to Chelsea, “Why is he getting rope?”

“I may have insulted his knot-tying a little bit,” she said.

“How does that even come up?”

“I told him that he should keep Hannah tied up in the back of the flower shop, but that he wouldn’t because he sucked at tying people up.”

“That makes even less sense!”

Mark walked back in with Hannah on one arm, and a couple of ropes on the other. “She said we should use the basement,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“She’s as bad as you.”

“Why are we going to the basement?” asked Arnold.

“Because, for some reason, Jenny doesn’t want us doing competitive bondage in her living room. Also, because I left Chel tied up for like six hours down here, even though, ‘my knots suck’.”

Arnold looked back at her.

“Your knots did suck! I could’ve gotten out whenever I wanted!” she said.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“It was relaxing. I got everything angled just right to lean on comfortably.”

Hannah giggled. 

“Oh, we’ll see if you’re laughing in a couple minutes,” Chelsea said with a glare.

“Why are you threatening my sub?” asked Mark, as they moved down the creaking stairs. He hit the light switch by feel and walked over towards a well-worn couch in one corner of the unfinished basement.

“It’s only fair. I’ll tie her up, you tie up Arnie. That way no one can say anyone cheated.”

“What if I don’t want anyone else to tie me up?” asked Hannah.

“Why am I getting tied up at all?” asked Arnold.

“What you want doesn’t matter,” snapped Chelsea. “And you,” she turned back to Arnold. “Just go with it. Please? It’ll only take a minute.”

Mark smirked and slowly coiled the rope. “Is this how you were with her in the closet? She was looking a little flushed. Be a dear and let her do it, kitten,” he waved in Chelsea’s direction. She glared as Hannah bounced over.

He passed Chelsea one of the ropes and walked over to Mark. “You game? I promise it won’t hurt or anything. If not, I’m sure we can find someone else upstairs to borrow.”

Arnold glanced between Mark and Chelsea, whose eyes opened in a pleading look.

“I can keep my pants on, right?” he asked

“I’d prefer if you did. Keeps everything nice and professional.”

“Alright. Where do I stand?”

“Right there is fine. What’re we doing, double column?”

“If you want to be boring,” said Chelsea, running the rope through her fingers. It was a little thinner than she was used to working with, 440 paracord.

“I want to get this over with so I can get back to the party.”

“You could always just tap out…”

Mark held out a hand, palm up. “May I?” he asked. Arnold held out his wrists.

“No fair! You can’t start before me!”

“Are we racing? I thought I just had to tie a knot that’d hold for a whole shift,” he leaned in towards Arnold. “Just let me know if it gets too tight or anything. It shouldn’t actually be more than five minutes. One of them will get too excited first. Do you two have a safeword?”

“Sp-splenda…” Mark sputtered a little.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but stop whispering with my fiancé!” barked Chelsea, yanking the rope around Hannah’s wrists.

“I can’t talk to him while I tie him up?”

“You don’t see me talking to your slut, do you?”

“You could. She’s got quite a mouth on her.”

Hannah grinned.

“Wipe that fucking smile off your face, bitch. Is this entertaining you?”

“Yes… er… no… err… sorry, Miss?” Hannah said.

“I can’t talk to your sub, but you can make mine all horny?”

“He’s not my sub!”

“Are you sure? He looks like he’s enjoying this.” Arnold flushed as Mark wrapped the rope around itself. “Has she ever tied you up before?” Mark whispered.

“No… she did some rope harness thing on herself the other day.”

“Oh yes, she loves those! Maybe she’ll do one for Hannah when we’re done. Would you like that kitten?”

“Oooh, please Daddy? Will you, Miss?” she asked.

Chelsea tied the last knot and grabbed the ring on Hannah’s collar. “I will make you regret ever reading Fifty Shades of Grey, you worthless little whore.”

“Ugh, of course she did. You never told me that, kitten,” said Mark, finishing his own knot and taking a step back. “How’s it feel? Fingers not numb or anything?” he asked, lightly rubbing his own over Arnold’s.

Arnold shook his head while Hannah squirmed. “I’m sorry, Sir. Are you going to punish me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just let her do it.” He put an arm over Arnold’s shoulder. “What do you say, buddy? Should we watch your fiancé torment my girlfriend? I’ll go grab a couple beers upstairs.”

“Are you going to untie me?” asked Arnold.

“I don’t think so. You can drink like that, can’t you? I’ll undo the top.

Arnold shrugged, “OK. That sounds fine, I guess.”

“Stop flirting!” yelled Chelsea, shoving Hannah back onto the couch.

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Come back soon for TMI Tuesday, more Hallmark, and maybe even a Sexy Short!

Sorry for the delay in the post, but hope you enjoy!
– Richard

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Chelsea settled back into her spot next to Arnold.

“Everything go okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. He actually wasn’t that bad,” she said.

“Did you kiss?”

“No.”

“Not even a little one? On the cheek?”

“No. I didn’t really even think about it.”

“So what did you do?”

“We talked a little. He helped me calm down.”

“That’s good. So, no funny business?”

Chelsea blinked. Was spanking funny business? It wasn’t sexy spanking. Or not any more sexy than anything that involved Mark being within five feet of her. “No. He was fine. I… I dunno. It’s just a lot seeing him here, but he’s not doing anything wrong. I’m gonna go get a drink. Want anything?”

“Nah, I think we’re about done with this game anyway. I’ll stretch my legs after it’s done.”

Chelsea stepped into the kitchen and glanced over the bottles on the island. She reached for the Fireball, only to have someone else snatch it just before she could grab it.

“You sure you want to do that tonight?” Mark asked.

She crossed her arms. “What’s it to you? You’re not responsible for me anymore.”

He grabbed a cup and poured a little in. Not as much as she would’ve. Then a heavy pour of cranberry juice, stirred, and handed it to her.

“I’m 35, Mark. I know my limits.” She downed the whole thing in one gulp.

“I’m sure you do. Be a dear and pour me some of that Dewar’s.”

“Yes, Si– damnit!” She poured herself some more Fireball instead.

He quirked one eyebrow, the edge of his mouth following it despite his efforts to stop it.

“And I was so nice to you in the closet. Can’t even pour me a drink.”

“Not when you ask like that.”

“Like what?”

“With your ‘sub word’, bullshit.”

“Will you please pour me some of that Dewar’s?”

She rolled her eyes, but poured, passing him the cup.

“That’s a dear. Thank you.”

“Bastard.”

“Careful. If Hannah hears you, she’ll think we’re flirting. I don’t know that yours will notice.”

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Counting to one hundred before she can pee.”

“You work fast.”

He took a sip of the scotch and leaned on the counter. “She asked me to show her what I did that freaked you out so much. She was easy to read. A little light bondage, a little teasing, some overstim… She was eating out of a dog bowl by the next day.”

“Well, I’m glad you two are having fun.”

He shrugged. “Fun enough. Not exactly looking for anything too serious right now.”

“Why not? You were never one to take things slow.”

“Getting my mom’s shop ready for her to retire is a lot of work. And I’ve got to help her pack up the house to move too. And I don’t really know what I’m going to do with my own life after all this is over.”

Chelsea poured in a bit more juice and stirred her drink. “I’m surprised you’re not just taking over. You always seemed to have fun when you worked there.”

“Yes, but I can’t exactly keep Hannah tied up in the back room. She has a job and all. Besides, that was stupid, totally unsafe.”

“I could’ve gotten out. Your knots were shit.”

He quirked an eyebrow again. “Care to find out if I’ve gotten any better?”

Arnie wandered in. “Hey, babe. Hey, Pete.”

“Hey, sweetheart!” Chelsea said, flinging herself at him and wrapping her arms around him. “Can I get your help with something?”

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I’m hoping this is the first time I gave Chelsea a definitive age. I didn’t see one when I skimmed before. This is why I usually like to do stories like these all at once (or at least one story arc at a time) instead of week to week. Let us know if I messed up!

Jayden and I should get a trigger phrase like them.

You know what’s great about it not being the 12 days of Christmas anymore? I don’t have to figure out a way to try to implement a random number of spankings or something into the story.
– Richard

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Chelsea looked between Arnold and Mark. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah. This is Pete. He’s the new guy in our group. I didn’t know Hannah was going to be here, though. Hey, Hannah!” he waved.

Chelsea grabbed her phone, took a step back to get all three of them in frame, snapped a picture, and sent it to Bonnie. “I TOLD YOU!” she typed.

“Chelsea, you good?” Mark asked. “Do you need a… does he…” he put a hand on the back of Hannah’s neck. 

“No!” Everyone was staring at her. “And why does he think your name is Pete?”

“It’s my middle name. I started going by it in college. That’s what most people call me now.”

She looked over at Arnold. “This is who you’ve been playing with?”

“Yeah,” said Arnold. “He seemed like a nice guy. I didn’t know…”

“No, don’t even say anything. It’s fine. This isn’t your fault. Everything is fine. ‘Pete’ didn’t engineer an entire slumber party just to torment me. Let’s just start a game.”

They headed into the other room with a couple other people and played a few rounds of Smash Brothers. People rotated in and out, and eventually it was just her and Arnold.

“Team battle?” Mark asked, leaning in the doorway with Hannah.

Chelsea glared at him a little. “Afraid to take me one on one?”

“No. Just don’t want to kick out your boyfriend–”

“Fiancé.”

“Ok. Well, I didn’t want to kick out your fiancé.”

“Fine. Come on over.” She slid her character marker from Samus to Kirby.

“Oh, is it that serious?” he asked, picking Pikachu.

“Who should I pick?” asked Arnold.

“Whoever you want, sweetie. Just stay out of the way.”

“Items?” asked Mark.

“Of course not.”

Hannah sat down next to Arnold and shook her head. They were both knocked out within the first forty seconds of the game.

“Told you we should’ve just done a one on one,” said Chelsea.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” said Mark, bouncing a thundershock her way.

She dodged it easily. “Yeah, that’s never really a problem for you, is it?” She connected with a kick, sending him flying off the stage.

“I take plenty of things seriously,” he said, dodging her chase and recovering.

“Until you get bored with them.”

“I did not get bored with you,” now he bounced her off.

“Then what happened?” she asked, juking his attack and knocking him down as she floated back over.

“We went to separate colleges six hours away and started dating other people. Did you need a signed note or something?” he tossed his controller on the floor as the game transitioned to her victory screen.

“Good game,” she said.

“Yeah, good game…”

Someone in the next room started yelling, and they both looked over.

“They’re starting Spin the Bottle,” said Arnold.

“Get in here, nerds!” someone yelled from the next room.

“You were playing–”

“Go five minutes ago!” Chelsea and Mark yelled at the same time.

She glared at him. He smirked a little.

The four of them found spots on opposite sides of the circle, Chelsea with Arnold and Mark with Hannah.

“Alright,” said Jenny. “Just in case any of you forgot how this works. Whoever spins has to go in the closet with whoever the bottle points at. Seven minutes is kind of long, so we’ll just do one.” she nodded towards the walk in on the other side of the room.

“I don’t remember having such a nice closet when we were teenagers,” said Mark.

“Well, we’ve all filled out some too,” said Jenny.

They all laughed she took the first spin. Spins ping ponged around the circle. After a few minutes, Arnold got up to stretch his legs, coming back with a drink for her. After they heard some energetic moans from the pantry, Jenny turned up the speakers as everyone glanced around.

The bottle hit Mark eventually, who gave it a spin and pointed it at Arnold. He blushed as they stepped inside. Once they were in for a few seconds, Mark banged on the wall, drawing laughs from the crowd.

A few spins later, Hannah hit Chelsea. The two of them stepped inside.

“Soooo,” Hannah said, “It’s been a while since we talked.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I’ve been really stressed with the wedding, and Mark showing up out of nowhere…”

Hannah’s smiled a little when she said his name.

Chelsea rolled her eyes, then fixed them on the collar around Hannah’s neck and grinned.

“So,” she said, leaning in close and hooking a finger under it. “Is this a break away, little kitten, or permanent? I heard you need a break away so you don’t actually choke,” she slid her finger across Hannah’s neck. “Although some people are into that.”

Hannah blushed. “We’re… trying things out…”

Chelsea leaned in tighter, giving her a light kiss on the cheek. “Just remember, he’s not the only one who knows things to try. Don’t let him get in your head.”

She let go and stepped out, Hannah following a few steps behind her. Chelsea gave the bottle hard spin, sending it bouncing, until it finally landed on Mark. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Hannah leaned over and whispered something in his ear. He smirked and looked across the circle at her.

“Come on, let’s get this over with.”

She followed him in and he shut the door, leaning in, his arm trapping her on one side.

“The usual?” he asked.

“The what?”

“The usual. To calm you down. You’re obviously having a rough night. We’ve got a minute. And I know the bass line to this song. No one has to know, and it doesn’t even have to be sexy.”

She stared at him.

“Tick tock. Wouldn’t want us to stay too long, would you?”

“Fine,” she said, finally. “Just to prove to you that I won’t go all stupid the second you touch me.”

Mark laughed a little, and nodded his head. She turned around, putting her hands on the wall of the closet. He stepped in close behind her, his hot breath making the back of her neck prickle. A second later, his left hand was there, squeezing gently, while the right lifted the bottom of her shirt out of the way.

“You picked a good outfit for this at least.”

“Just do it.”

He gave her neck another little squeeze and then brought his palm down on her ass in time with the beat.

She sucked in a breath.

Another hit a second later. She willed herself to relax.

The pause between hits was longer this time, but he got in a double hit.

“Is this helping?”

She was about to say no when he hit her again and the tingles started. Warmth flowed out from her ass, down her legs, up her spine.

She nodded a little.

He gave her a few more quick wacks on the guitar solo, then straightened her shirt and helped her back up.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted. Fucking asshole. She did feel more grounded.

They headed back out and took seats. The next time she sat just right, he saw the wet spot visible on her panties when he looked up her skirt.

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And now back to our regularly scheduled programming… TMI Tuesday, weekly updates of this story, and hopefully one or two other fun things sprinkled throughout the week!

Well, we made it to the end of our 12 Days of Christmas. We’re going to pump the brakes a little, but still shooting for 3 or 4 updates a week. For now, here’s the latest chapter in this absolute disaster of a story, “12 years since they last saw each other”
– Richard

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The rest of December was too busy for Chelsea to get into any more scenes with Arnold. They had a few quickies, and she sent him a few pictures in the outfits she dug out from under the bed, but it was mostly work and getting ready for the holidays. Chelsea saw Mark a few more times, but even Bonnie was tired of hearing about it.

“What do you want me to say, Chel?” she asked. “He’s been in town for two months at this point, and other than bumping into you at the haunted house he hasn’t talked to you once!”

“What about Hannah?”

“What about her? They’re dating or hooking up or whatever. She seems to be enjoying it. As far as I know he’s not doing anything she doesn’t want. There’s only so many people in town, it’d be pretty hard for him to not hook up with someone you know. Do you expect him to be celibate?”

“I expect him to stay gone! He can’t just ghost me and then show up out of nowhere!”

“So tell him that! Ask him what happened! You’ve gotten drunk and cried about it every year for twelve years, and now you finally have a chance to yell that in his face, and you’re sitting here paying for my coffee and cruller and ranting like he was the mastermind behind 9/11 or something!”

“And then he’ll be walking me on a leash right next to Hannah.”

“He’s not walking Hannah on anything. And if he does, so what? He’s allowed to walk her if they want. Hell, you’d probably like it.”

“What about Arnold?”

“I don’t know. He’s… nice… But you never seemed to have that spark with him. We all figured you’d date him for a couple months and then go back to someone more like Mark.”

“Why didn’t you ever say that?”

“We did. Every time you cried about Mark. We’d say, ‘Go to a munch, Chelsea,’ or ‘Get on Fetlife, Chelsea,’ and then we cleaned you up, threw you in bed, and the next morning you acted like it never happened.”

“So you want me to what? Break up with Arnold and get back with Mark.”

“No. You clearly want to do that. Or a part of you does. Because you’re obsessed with him. I want you to go get paddled once or twice a month so you’ll be less high strung, and I don’t really care who does it. Probably not Mark. Maybe Arnold. I don’t know. I’m not you. And have you seen my dating life? I’m the last person you should be asking for advice.”

“He’s getting better.”

“What?”

“Mark. We’re working on it. He likes costumes, and roleplay, and he can take charge when he’s in the right mood.”

“Maybe there’s hope for him yet.”

They finished eating and hugged before heading out. Chelsea walked by the nursery on her way home. An older woman was arranging poinsettias in the window.

“Is that Chelsea Archer?” she said, waving when she spotted Chelsea.

Chelsea took a step forward. “I… yes… I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m Mark’s mom, June. He brought you around a couple times when you were dating. Have you seen him lately? He’s back in town.”

“Oh, that was him?” Chelsea said, laughing nervously. “I saw a guy who looked just liked him, but I didn’t think he’d come back.”

“Me neither. Seemed like all he wanted to do was get out of here. But I think he’s settling down now that he’s gotten older. I’ll tell him you stopped by. Can I get you anything?”

Chelsea had what could generously be described as a black thumb. “Ummm, something that I won’t kill?”

June picked up a poinsettia. “Take one of these. They’re pretty hardy. But if it does die, no one expects you to keep it after Christmas anyway.” She carried it to the checkout and rang it up, “And ten percent friends and family discount. Mark’s brought home plenty of girls over the years, but I think you were always special to him.”

Chelsea flushed redder than the plant, mumbled a thank you, paid, and ran off with it.

It was still alive a few weeks later (thanks to Arnold) when they were getting dressed for a New Years Eve party.

“You sure this is slutty enough?” Chelsea asked, spinning around so the oversized t-shirt she was wearing lifted up to show the shorts that barely covered her ass.

“I’m sure. It’s not an orgy,” said Arnold, pulling on a nightcap to finish his Scrooge ensemble.

“Any party can be an orgy if you try hard enough.”

He gave her a playful swat on the ass and she wriggled her butt to ask for more.

“Be good! We’re going to be late!”

“I’m sure we’ll make it by midnight. Even I’m not horny enough to have sexy for six hours.”

Arnold rolled his eyes and they headed down to the car.

“Am I finally going to meet your mysterious crush? All I’ve heard for a month is Pete this and Pete that.”

“It’s not a crush. But yes, he should be there.”

“I’m sure that no matter how good he is as Magic I can whoop him at Rummikub.”

Arnold laughed, “I guess we’ll find out. Maybe you can go to tiddlywinks for a tie-breaker.”

The New Years Party was at Jenny’s house, the site of Arnold and his friends’ regular game days. The theme was a 90s teenage slumber party, and the back of the car was full of retro board games, along with Arnold’s N64. 

They milled around for a bit, grabbing drinks and catching up, when Chelsea heard the door open and a bell jingling.

Hannah stepped in, dressed in a cat kigurumi, with a small collar and bell on her neck.

“Pete!” Arnold yelled, as Mark came in behind her.

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COME BACK TOMORROW BECAUSE I’VE BEEN WAITING TWO MONTHS FOR THIS SCENE BUT THIS POST IS GETTING TOO LONG!

Hope everyone is doing well as we move towards New Year’s. Welcome to 5 points on a pentagram…
– Richard

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Chelsea was lying in bed reading Chuck Tingle’s book (Pounded by the Pound in Post Brexit Britain) when she heard the door hours later.

“Did you have a good time, sweetie?” she called down the stairs.

“Oh yeah! Pete, that’s the new guy’s name, had this crazy list. He had a Summoner who kept reconstituting his Geminis every time they split, so they just kept multiplying. But I had enough reserve to put Vorpal on my Executioner so they couldn’t reconstitute, and Ariel kept a bubble up and just plowed for me.” Arnold yelled as he came up the stairs.

“Those are all words in the English language. How about we just forget I asked that question, and you can tell me what you think of this?” she whipped the covers off as he came in the door, revealing her body in nothing but a rope harness and collar. The rope traced the outline of her breasts, splitting and lifting them. It went over her shoulders on either side of her neck, framing the black leather collar with a leash attached to the heavy D-ring. “Want to take me for a walk, or find something to do with me here?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I think you’re the expert.”

“You’re such a fast learner, though. Why don’t you strip down and see what I can teach you.”

He quickly tossed off his pants and shirt, climbing into the bed.

“Do you like this outfit as much as the last one?”

“I’m not sure yet. Who’re you supposed to be?”

Chelsea shrugged. “Whatever you want me to be,” she put the leash into his hand and leaned down, kissing up his cock and grinning as it twitched to hardness.

“Mmmm. I don’t really know how to…”

“Pull!” she said, tugging against the leash a little. He gave it a tug, yanking her head back against his crotch. “Mmmm, there you go. Don’t let me get away.”

She kissed the tip of his cock again, opening her lips slightly to swirl her tongue over the head.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

She giggled and bobbed down a little, bouncing on the first half or so of his length for about a minute, wriggling a little when he pulled gently, then moaning when he forced her down, her throat spasming.

“Sorry!” he said, when she came up for air, coughing lightly.

“Don’t be. I was very bad today.”

“What’d you do?”

“Well, after I found this rope, I decided to relearn how to do some ties. I watched some videos, and I got a little excited, and I may have rubbed out… I dunno seven or eight orgasms? Very naughty. And now I’m so sore, I don’t even know if you could fuck me if you wanted…”

“Is your mouth sore?”

“No. Why?”

“Then you can use that,” he said and pulled her back down.

She moaned happily as he used her face, sliding her tongue over the curve of his cock, letting him drag her down deeper and deeper, wriggling her own hips when his started to buck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, seconds before spraying into her mouth. She moaned louder and took him as deep as she could

“Good shit,” she said, once he let her up. “So, how’d you like the outfit?”

“It’s fine. I think I like it better when you’re an actual thing than just a girl in sexy rope.”

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I really miss those two weeks I skipped. I would’ve loved to do another scene between this and the one before, and probably another one before our next update. Maybe I’ll get off my lazy butt and do them anyway. See you tomorrow for… I dunno, I’m hoping to bake. Maybe baking stuff.

Welcome to our (pedantically correct) 12 days of Christmas, which is supposed to mark the days from Christmas to the Epiphany, not the 12 days leading up to Christmas (Advent is already a thing!))

For the next 12 days, we’ll be making sure to update the blog every day, and doing our best to tie them into some tacky puns, rhymes, etc.

On the first day of Christmas, we give to you… a story delayed story update!

Last week, Chelsea and Arnold started to talk through the aftermath of their first scene together. Let’s see how breakfast goes!
~Richard

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Chelsea took his hand and stepped out of the car, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t say anything else on the way into the diner, smiling as the owner, Gus, waved to them over to their usual table.

“It’s not making me feel crappy,” she said, finally. “I just feel horny. It’s making that ‘protestant harlot’ or whoever feel humiliated, or degraded, or whatever. It’s not me, that’s why it’s called roleplaying.”

Arnold shrugged, “I guess, as long as you enjoy it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Some of it. Some of it made me feel a little guilty. Some of it was just goofy.”

Chelsea laughed as the waitress came over and they ordered breakfast. “That’s how it is,” she said, reaching a hand across the table. “If we practice, more parts will be sexier, but goofy stuff happens sometimes. And if you feel guilty we can stop. And that’s why we snuggle, and have aftercare.”

Arnie took a sip of his coffee and glanced over the rim at her. “Aren’t we supposed to have safewords or something? I seem to recall you going on a very angry rant when they didn’t have one on CSI that one time.”

“Yeah, we should. I got a little caught up, and I didn’t think we were going to actually do anything particularly involved, so I didn’t think of it. What do you want our safeword to be?”

“Splenda?” Arnold said, looking around the table and picking up a packet of the faux-sugar.

“Sounds good to me. If we start playing more we might get more, but that should be good for now. Were there any parts you particularly liked?”

“The,” he glanced around and lowered his voice, “cockring was kind of fun.”

Chelsea nodded.

“And I liked the outfit. I don’t know how I feel about pretending to be a priest or whatever, but you looked hot.”

Chelsea smiled, “We don’t need to do roleplay to play dress up. I’ll have to see if I have any of my old stuff still. If not, maybe we can go for a little post Christmas shopping spree later.”

“That’d be fun. Any ideas for what else you could dress up as?”

“I bet there’s some sexy elf or Santa’s helper or something on clearance.”

“With some thigh high striped socks?”

“Oooh, there we go. Is that what you’re into? Should I rub you off with them?” she raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m more look but don’t touch below the ankle.”

Chelsea laughed and their food came by. They didn’t talk too much while they worked through their eggs and pancakes. They finished eating, paid, and headed back home. Arnold stayed out to clean out the car while she went upstairs to clean up from last night and see what outfits she had. She grabbed her phone to snap a couple pictures, when a message popped up from Hannah.

Fuck. I can see now why you were obsessed with this guy.

Chelsea had almost forgotten about seeing one of her best friends with Mark, but she felt her cheeks heat up when she remembered them making out at the game yesterday.

Do not tell me you fucked him! she texted back. You just met him! He’s bad news!

I’m doing this for you, you know.

Bullshit! You’re doing this because you’re horny, and he’s got you dicknotized!

Oh my god, his dick! It curves just right. And he sure knows how to use it.

DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT HIS DICK! I COULD DRAW HIS DICK FROM MEMORY!

Should I talk to you about all the nasty things he says while he uses it?

No, I’m sure I could recite all of them also, thank you very much.

Then I guess you also don’t want to know why he’s back in town? Which is the reason I seduced him in the first place.

Mmmhmm. Go ahead and tell me. Might as well get something out of you before he completely breaks you.

His mom is retiring, and he’s helping her settle her business and move out.

Chelsea tried to think back to what Mark’s mom did. He tended to keep her too distracted for much conversation the few times he brought her home to visit. She made a note to buy new batteries for the vibrating buttplug at the bottom of the bag. 

She’s a florist, right?

Nursery. I’ve actually had one of her plants on my window sill last summer. It’s looking pretty dead, but Mark thinks we might be able to save it.

Of course he does.

Aren’t you glad? Nothing to do with you. Just a nice guy helping out his mom. He’s not sure how long he’ll stick around. Good for you, bad for me. Maybe we’ll try long distance.

You will do no such thing! He’s a thousand times worse long distance. In person, he has to look you in the eye when he tells you to go wet yourself or whatever! Online he’s just barking orders all day long! And they’re ridiculous! And then he just stops.

You broke up like 10 years ago. He’s changed.

Don’t say I didn’t want you.

She tossed her phone on the bed, and then plopped down alongside it. It buzzed one more time, but she didn’t have the heart to look at it. 

Aww, you’re not the fun kind of upset, kitten. His voice echoed in her head.

“Nope! Not today! No creepy semi-hallucinogenic BDSM fantasies today! I am going to go see my boyfrie–fiancé, who is very sexy, and had a lovely first scene last night.”

She marched downstairs and caught Arnold as he was coming in, holding an old granola bar that must’ve gotten stuck in the seats.

“Want half?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, holding a hand out.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” she took a bite of the bar. “Hannah’s just being… stupid. Relationship stuff. Nothing you want to hear about.“

“You good? I can go late to the thing. Or you can come along.”

“No. I know you’ve been trying to get this going for months. You go and have fun murdering your friends dolls with your dolls.”

“They’re not dolls! We don’t make enough money to play the one that uses dolls!”

“Well, maybe someday. Go back to school, get a raise, I’ll win the lottery.”

Arnold leaned over and kissed her. “Well, call me if you need anything. I’ll be back late.”

“I’ll make sure the strippers are out by ten.”

“Don’t let them touch my cockring.”

Chelsea laughed and slapped him on the ass as he walked out the door.

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That’s all for today, folks. See you later this week for (unless we need to fill a different day) 5 bottles a spinnin’!