Thank-you to ChiDom for edditing my stories.
It's nearly 2 A.M. Everyone is sleeping off the turkey and ham. Snow is still falling, making a blanket over the yard.
Nina is woken up to the sounds of the hounds, another wild hog running around. Not like she was fully asleep, it's always so hard for her to fall asleep in another person's house.
Nina and her lover are visiting his family for this holiday. She knows it will be hours before she can fall asleep again so she decides to make her way to the kitchen. She wiggles out of her lover's tight grip. His large Slavic body crushing down on her. "My Viking daddy" she giggles to herself once free.
After slipping out of what seemed to be the world's loudest creaky door, Nina's eyes are drawn to a glow coming from the next room.
"Everyone is sleeping, one of the cats must have sat on the remote. " Nina rationalizes to herself, but to her surprise someone was fully awake. It was her father-in-law Mark; he was sitting at his computer desk watching something and masturbating. Embarrassed, Nina turns away but then does something she shouldn't have.
Nina slowly walks closer to the door. She pushes it very slightly just so she is able to see with both eyes, she stands there watching him stroke and pull his cock. She grips her breast to match his choking grip on his shaft. Aroused at how he looks while pleasing himself; his thick neck stretched back releasing deep quiet grunts and groans, his broad chest heaving rapidly.
Nina knows he's about to cum, and with that realization her arousal turns to embarrassment and shame. She gasps/sequels and backs away quietly.
Each step on the cold wooden floor is a nagging reminder that her warm fuzzy kitten socks are lost in the house.
Nina opens the icebox and finds the eggnog and fixes herself a tall glass.
About half done, her eyes dart to the liquor cabinet. The eggnog already had brandy in it but Nina is a drinker. She likes her Friday nights at her small-town bar.
She decides to take just a peek around. In the back she sees a tall pretty bottle of brown rum, "Yummy" she murmurs to herself. She takes the bottle and adds a very healthy amount to her glass.
Reaching up to put the bottle back, they start to clink.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
That voice! That deep rough voice. Nina jumps around out of breath.
"Christ! Mark, you scared the hell out of me."
He steps closer, eyes burrowing into her making her look down to the floor.
" I said, What. Are.you.doing?" His voice even more stern than before
"I umm I couldn't sleep, so I..."
"So, you made yourself a glass with stolen rum, my rum as a matter of fact." Mark interrupts, smelling her glass.
Nina bites her bottom lip, she's wide eyed but still looking to the floor. Mark sets her glass down on the table and turns his dark gaze back to her, walking painfully slow to her.
"I bought that bottle when I was working in Germany, it was a gift to myself for all the hard work I did, all the money I would bring back home. This is my private bottle for a special occasion, little lady, and you have stolen some from me."
"I- I'm so sorry..." Nina's voice is soft and unsteady. She feels so little now.
"That's not good enough, you have been a wild card all week. Go downstairs."
Nina looks to the game room/basement door then back to him.
"Excuse me??"
He takes her by the wrist and pulls her downstairs.
"Mark, seriously, what the shit?? Why are we down here?"
"Turn around and bend over." He said darkly pointing to the couch.
Nina laughs nervously," What are you going to spank me?"
Mark walks extremely close to her, "Yes, you stole from me, now bend over or I'm putting you across my knee."
