This was a Thanksgiving prompt given to me by my dear friend Mary! The word she gave me was "Spanksgiving" and this is the result. It's a little naughty and a pinch of sweet. Enjoy it. Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers and for everyone else happy end of November. Also check out Mary's work on here. Her name is Scarlett2u. Finally, December is coming which means updates to my "Snowflakes and Red Ribbons" series so be on the lookout for those. Nothing belongs to me. xoxo
Blair closed the front door before leaning against it sighing in relief. She had just seen all three of her children into the car with Nate who was taking them to a prime spot in the Spectator's offices to view the annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Her mother and Cyrus had left a half hour earlier to spend the morning and early afternoon with Aaron and the rest of Cyrus' family before returning back here to have Thanksgiving dinner with all of them.
As Blair crossed the foyer heading down the hall she realized this had been the first real moment of peace and quiet she had since her mother and Cyrus had arrived six days earlier. Between the children being on holiday and all the preparations as well as work and houseguests she was near breaking point. Add to all that Cordelia being quite ill with bronchitis over the weekend meant Blair was not only stressed but completely exhausted from lack of sleep.
An added issue came up last night when Serena had pulled Blair aside after the family dinner at Lily's to let her know that she had asked Dan for a divorce. She had cried on Blair's shoulder for a good five minutes. Blair really wasn't all that surprised. They had been miserable for years and this past August in the Hamptons they had bickered and sniped at each other nonstop. It had made for more than a couple of uncomfortable family gatherings.
Serena had asked Blair to keep it all quiet as they had decided not to tell the rest of the family or Jake until after the holidays. They wanted their son to have one last Christmas as a family. Blair had bit her tongue from telling Serena that Jake would probably be happier with his parents separated than together. The poor boy was alone and in the thick of all that unhappiness. Blair knew it was the main reason he spent so much time at their house with Ned. Now she was on edge wondering if her favorite holiday would be ruined by Serena and Dan's inability to get along.
She entered the kitchen where the meal prep was in full swing. Dorota, knowing how stressed Blair was, had offered to oversee the staff this morning before heading home to be with her family. Blair could tell that they were beginning the pumpkin pie baking.
Dorota was vigorously rolling out pie crust. Blair crossed to the island. "Make sure you make an extra one to take home, Dorota. I know how much Ana loves pumpkin pie."
Dorota nodded. "Thank you, Miss Blair. I think she love it as much as you."
Blair gave a soft smile before crossing to check on the filling. She picked up a spoon coating it and bringing it to her mouth. "It needs more cinnamon." She reached for the bottle sprinkling a bit more into the mix and using the wooden spoon gave it a quick stir before tasting it one more time. She nodded her head once. "Perfect."
If nothing else went right today she would at least have delicious pumpkin pies.
Chuck hung up the phone sighing. He had been on an hour long conference call with the London offices and he was less than thrilled about it. He had tried to keep today free from work knowing how much Blair hated it when he conducted business on holidays but this had been completely unavoidable. To say Blair had been irritated when he had told her was an understatement.
He knew she had been extremely stressed with everything going on the past week and he was trying not to take it personally; although that was hard when they hadn't had sex for the past forty-six hours. He thought that last night for sure would end the drought but by the time he had locked up and gotten ready for bed she had been asleep. This morning was also ruined when Cordelia, still not a hundred percent, had crawled into their bed with them and neither one of them had the heart to send their beautiful nine year old daughter back to her own room.
He finished sending a couple of emails before heading out of his office in search of his wife. As he pushed the kitchen door to he could hear her voice reprimanding someone.
"How difficult is it to follow simple instructions?" she snapped.
Chuck glanced around the kitchen not seeing Blair. He looked at Dorota who was filling pie shells. He raised his eyebrows in question at her.
She tilted her head in the direction of the butler's pantry rolling her eyes and Chuck taking a deep breath headed in that direction. He stopped in the doorway seeing his wife angrily pulling flowers from several arrangements.
He cleared his throat and Blair tossing aside another offensive bloom glanced at him.
Her brow was furrowed in anger. "Hey, done with work?" she raised her eyebrows at him.
He rested his shoulder against the door jamb crossing his arms looking her up and down. "I am." He glanced at the chastised housekeeper before looking back at Blair. "Do you think Dorota can handle things for the next hour or so?"
Blair flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Finish these properly, please." She then stepped past Chuck into the kitchen. Removing the apron she was wearing she tossed it onto the island. She tasted the filling of the pie one more time before sighing.
"Dorota, I'll be back down in a bit."
Dorota nodded. "Of course, Miss Blair, I handle everything."
Chuck eyed the very relieved housekeeper in the butler's pantry before turning around. He reached for Blair's hand and thanking Dorota led his wife out of the kitchen.
They walked silently hand in hand to the bottom of the staircase in the foyer. Chuck stopped her before she could start to climb the stairs. She looked back at him confused.
He let go of her hand before wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close. She was stiff and he could literally feel the stress in her body.
He kissed her temple softly inhaling the scent of cinnamon in her hair. "I've missed you," he whispered against her ear.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck resting her head on his shoulder. "I've missed you, too."
He kissed the top of her head before releasing her and taking her hand in his again.
They ascended the staircase and entered their bedroom. Chuck closed and locked the door before following Blair into the master bedroom.
She stopped in the middle of the room releasing a sigh. "Is it wrong that I'm happy our children and my mother are out of the house?"
Chuck slid his arms around her waist from behind kissing her neck. "Well if it is then I'm wrong too." He pulled her back flush against himself. "I'm so glad to be alone with you."
She closed her eyes resting her head back against his shoulder. She was so tired. She ran her fingers along his hands laced together at her waist. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch the past few weeks. Between Waldorf having the worst quarter in years to the kids and my mother…"
"Hey, you don't have to apologize." He gave her cheek a kiss.
She pulled herself from his embrace. "I think I'm going to need a week at a spa to unwind from all this pressure."
Chuck knew that if they were going to have sex he was going to have to get her to relax. "How about a massage?" He walked around to face her.
She looked up at him. "I don't even think that would help at the moment."
He knew what she really needed. He crossed to the bedside table pulling open the top drawer. He reached to the very bottom below the papers and books on top and found what he was looking for. He turned back around to face her holding up a very familiar Sotheby's bidding paddle; paddle number 793.
He smirked at her. "Would this do the trick?"
She sighed dramatically as her shoulders slumped forward in relief. "How is that you always know exactly what I need, when I need it?"
He crossed back over to her waving the paddle back and forth. "Because I know you better than anyone, Blair Bass."
She leaned in kissing him on the lips.
He could taste the pumpkin and cinnamon still on her tongue. He didn't think there was a better taste in the world, well besides her of course.
"Now everything off except for," he pretended to think for a second or two, "your bra and panties."
She didn't miss a beat as she kicked off her heels and reached to the back of her skirt tugging the zipper down. Chuck watched as she quickly undressed.
When she was finally standing in front of him dressed only in her black lace La Perla bra and panty set he motioned towards the padded bench at the foot of their bed. She knew what to do bending over resting her hands, arms extended, on the bench. Her bottom was now in the prime position.
Had this been a punishment they would have been using the real wooden paddle and she would have been panty-less and across his lap. The bidding paddle was about foreplay and stress relief; it was meant to sting not bruise. It had fulfilled its duty many, many times before.
Chuck stepped over to her already feeling his dick begin to harden at the delectable show she was giving him. He reached out arranging her curls over one shoulder leaving the nape of her neck and back bare to his gaze. He ran his free hand down her nape and spine resting it at the small of her back just above the lace of her panties. He then leaned over her kissing her neck and running his tongue over the spot.
He inhaled deeply. "You smell so good; like cinnamon and cloves." He nipped at the skin and she gasped softly.
He ran the paddle over her left butt cheek before lifting it up and bringing it back down in the spot he had just caressed. The crack of plastic against her lace covered bottom sounded like a shot.
She subconsciously leaned forward and Chuck placed her back into position before bringing the paddle back down on the other cheek. She let out a moan as she bit her bottom lip. Instantly she was feeling the tightness leave her body.
They continued in this fashion for a total of six smacks; three to each butt cheek. Chuck knew any more than that and she would be in serious discomfort the rest of the day and that was not their intent.
He was panting lightly from the exertion as he set the paddle next to her on the bench. He stepped directly behind her and grabbing either side of her panties he slowly lowered them as she lifted each foot letting him remove them completely.
His breath caught at the sight of her now pink, bare ass. He reached out cupping her bottom squeezing each round globe in his hands. He had always been an ass man and she had the best one he had ever seen. She hissed lightly and he felt his cock twitch. He gave each cheek another squeeze before reaching for his pants and freeing his now raging hard on.
Grasping her hips he entered her slowly trying to restraint himself hoping to make it last. He wasn't surprised in the least to find her wet; she always did enjoy their rough play.
He stroked along her spine stopping to unhook her bra with a flick of his fingers before reaching around and cupping her breasts in his hands. He began to thrust in and out of her slowly as he pinched her erect nipples.
Blair pushed her bottom back into him trying to pick up the pace. She groaned as he pushed even deeper inside. "Oh, Chuck…" she moaned, "harder, please."
Chuck, never one to deny her anything, pulled back before driving even harder into her softness.
She practically came right there letting out a gasp and a near scream. "Yes, oh my god, that feels so good."
He was now beyond all control and pounded into her fast and hard.
When he came, buried deep inside of her, ten minutes later Blair was slumped forward completely spent from two orgasms in a row.
Chuck pulled out of her slowly and she started to raise herself upright but he stilled her with a hand on her bottom. "Not yet."
She knew what he wanted and she glanced at him over her shoulder as she spread her legs a bit more and then she felt it; his come slowly slipping out of her. Chuck didn't take his eyes off of her exposed center.
He reached out spreading it along her slit and over her still sensitized clit. She moaned biting her lip.
"You are so fucking sexy," he whispered as he pulled her up and covered her mouth with his.
Blair wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. "I feel so much better. You have no idea."
He smirked down at her. "Always happy to be of service."
"I love you."
He hugged her tightly to himself inhaling the scent of her hair again. "Mmm, you smell so good. I swear there is nothing sexier than the smell of cinnamon and you wearing that apron in the kitchen."
Blair smiled up at him coyly. "Domestic me turns you on, huh?" She raised her eyebrows up at him seductively.
"You have no idea," he moaned against her lips.
"Who knew Chuck Bass was so easy?"
He reached down squeezing her bottom. "Only when it comes to you."
She kissed him one more time. "We better get cleaned up. The children and everybody else will be here for tea shortly." She pulled out of his embrace.
He groaned as she started towards the bathroom. "Can't they get along without us?"
"Do you really think our offspring are going to leave us alone for any length of time?" It was a rhetorical question and she entered the bathroom without waiting for a response.
Chuck sighed as he followed his wife to the shower. Thankful for the respite they had had even if it was way too short for his liking.
The rest of the day was everything that Blair Bass expected her favorite holiday to be. There was lots of laughter and love not to mention amazing food and she was surrounded by all her favorite people. She was so relaxed and so happy that nothing seemed to bother her; not Ned knocking over an entire bottle of red wine across the cream colored Italian linen tablecloth in his excitement to reach the mashed potatoes nor Dan making a snarky comment about the wealthy one percent controlling all the New York real estate market. It all simply rolled off her back.
Later that night, after everyone had left and all their children and houseguests were asleep, Chuck entered the bedroom from the bathroom to find his wife seductively posed on their bed wearing only an apron, fishnet stockings and heels. In her lap was a Limoges plate with one perfect piece of pumpkin pie arranged on it. She lifted the silver fork cutting a large bite sized piece and holding it aloft.
Chuck smirked at her as he tightened the tie of his robe approaching the bed.
Blair came up onto her knees. "I heard that aprons and pie really turn you on."
He got on the bed crawling towards her. He took the bite of pie into his mouth savoring it. "Mmm, so good but I much prefer your cream pie." He leaned forward capturing her mouth pushing her back onto the bed.
She yelped as the pie nearly tipped off the plate. He took it from her and set it aside on the bedside table before covering her body with his.
They had a lot to be thankful for and their happy, loving marriage was at the top of that very long list.
A/N I also wanted to add that I originally was going to start a TFIO part two since the collection had become so large (this is chapter 31) but I decided against it since I have so many followers and it's kind of nice to have all these in one place. It makes it easier for readers to find what they're looking for if they know exactly where to look. So this will stand as the place I post my future fics and it may reach a hundred chapters or more and hopefully that won't be too annoying. 3