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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Thanksgiving, A Family Holiday (MF, cons) by Suki (suki@fish.com) *** If you've ever experienced a Thanksgiving, or any holiday with my family, you have experienced a unique family. Are you familiar with the cartoons of a family gathering where everyone is talking in different directions and the scene is one of mass confusion? Well, there you have it. A regular Smith gathering. Oh? Do I sound sarcastic? Maybe a bit. Every time a holiday rolls around I suffer the same scene over and over. This year I decided it would be different. The major difference was that this year I was going to bring a guest. My boyfriend had agreed to accompany me on this family gathering. (It took a lot of arm twisting and bribing, though.) Anyway, on the night off, we both arrived at my aunt's house. The usual scene occurred, with every family member asking how work was going, how long we had been going out, and what we planned to do for the rest of our lives. I think both John and my faces were about to crack from the strain of smiling. Finally my aunt announced that dinner was ready, and everyone sat down around the giant mahogany dinner table. The table was set to perfection, the silver shinning, the glasses full, and all sitting on a long navy tablecloth. John and I somehow ended up on the end of this table. This was all right by us. It meant no one was specifically sitting next to us, as that only two chairs fit at each end. There we sat, smiling ideally at everyone, making polite conversation with the various and sundry relatives down the line of chairs. Seems like the normal boring family gathering, doesn't it? Well, not exactly. About every minute or so, I would sneak my hand onto a growing bulge in the front of John's pants, just to annoy and tease him. I know, I was driving him crazy, because it was growing, despite the black looks he kept giving me, and the brush off he was giving my hands. Finally, he grabbed both my hands and 12 them in one of his in my lap. Of course my family could see nothing because of the long tablecloth. John leaned over and whispered into my ear, "If I let your hands go will you be good?" "Of course I will," I whispered back. John released my hands and I rubbed them a little. Then with an evil smile I dove for his pants. "You are going to get it," he growled. Excusing both of us from the table, he pulled me up with him. My family smiled benignly at us, assuming we were having a 'lovers spat'. John led me down the hall by the arm until we were out of sight, and then quickly twisted my arm behind my back. "Ouch!" I gasped. Ignoring me, he led me into the farthest back bathroom and locked the door. Then, savagely, he yanked my skirt up, and my underwear down. "Bend over," he commanded. I hesitated. That was just enough for John, he spun me around, grabbed the back of my neck, and bent me over the sink counter. Looking around, he spied a hairbrush, on of the old fashioned ones, with the flat back. He swung the hairbrush back, and as hard as he could, whacked me on the butt with it. It sounded like a pistol shot, and the impact made me jump. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and thanked the fact that John had picked the far back bathroom. *SMACK* "That is for grabbing me the first time." *SMACK* "That is for grabbing me the second time." *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* "You already know what those are for," he said, still holding me by the nape of the neck. I let out a soft moan and lowered myself so I was resting on the counter. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. "And this is for breaking your promise!" *SMACK* That one really hurt! I think he put all of his strength into it! But it only served to get me hotter and wetter. John dropped the hairbrush and rubbed his hands over my extremely tender bottom. Then, reaching under, he slid one then two fingers into me. I positively melted into the counter. He slid in and out of me harder and harder, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Then he stopped. I moaned in frustration. "You will stay like this for the rest of dinner," he commanded. "And, I will keep your underwear so that I might have access to you whenever I want for the rest of dinner. Now pull down your skirt!" We rejoined the dinner table with myself sitting down somewhat gingerly to the chair. It was one of the most interesting holiday dinners I have ever been to. Have a Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! Suki@fish.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 16