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First of two Christmas stories and new to The Canery is this hot seasonal tale by Rod Cayenne. All the characters are 18 or over. This story is only suitable for adults!
Just A Couple At Christmas by Rod Cayenne
Outside, snow was falling. Inside, a small turkey had just been placed in the oven and was starting to roast slowly but surely. The devoted couple Barry and Linda had decided to have a romantic Christmas together, and would not visit their parents and other relatives until Boxing Day. It was their first Christmas without the twins, George and Douglas. The lads had opted for a gap year and were in unseasonably warm Australia.
Only a few months back, the long-married couple had discovered the delights of bottom spanking. He’d started it, slapping her shapely behind a couple of times for forgetting his birthday. She begged for more, but at first he was reluctant. But then it dawned on him that her sexy arse was just made for spanking.
He’d slipped her knicks down and gone to town on her. She ended up in tears, although contented and with a huge grin on her face. Despite this, he’d felt remorseful and had offered his bottom to her in recompense and remembering the American tradition of birthday spankings he’d heard of somewhere. They had both enjoyed his discipline session, too.
So it happened that the happy and randy couple would enjoy their new-found interest at every possible opportunity. At first, finding times when their twin sons were not around was a problem, but their disappearance on the gap year vacation meant that the parents could at last enjoy their spanking passion in privacy and without worrying about noise. They were an imaginative couple, and the spankings rejuvenated their relationship, which had been sinking into the routine and humdrum. It wasn’t long before they both raised the subject of harder discipline with implements. A quick visit to the family kitchen had located a hefty wooden spoon but it soon broke during some vigorous play.
“Why don’t we buy a proper spanking implement or two? A paddle and a strap, maybe?” he had suggested.
“You’re in denial! she exclaimed. “You were caned at school and now you don’t want me to buy one!”
“Yeah well, the cane is pretty awful. As you’d know if you’d ever been on the receiving end,” he explained. “You’ve really got no idea, darling,” he said at his most patronising. “Don’t buy one of those, please.”
“I’ve got an idea, then. Why don’t we buy each other a little spanky gift or two for Christmas?”
“Huh? I’m not sure I want to leave it that long. I was looking forward to a really hot bottom before then. And I wanted to give you one too.”
“Well, your hand will have to do for now, honey. Anyway, isn’t anticipation of what’s to come half of the fun?” she asked. He was a bit mystified. He really wanted instant gratification. Reluctantly, however, he agreed to her idea.
So it was that the lovers spent separate times on the family computer, looking for sexy spanking gifts for each other. It was agreed that the presents would be wrapped and placed under the tree, just like more conventional Christmas presents. After all, there would be no audience, just the two lovers.
She sat at the keyboard, pouring over eye-watering spanking implements. The first thing she sought out was a cane, of course. He’d begged her not to get one, so she was determined to ignore him! After all, Christmas is all about surprises, isn’t it? However, she found the choice of canes on offer quite bewildering. She’d thought a cane was a cane, but oh no! Was it a junior or a senior? A kooboo or a dragon? Straight or crook-handled? Decisions, decisions!
A tradition they had pursued over the years had been for them to give each other a jokey present or two. This year would be no exception Under the tree, the beautifully wrapped presents shone and sparkled in their metallic papers.
They tossed a tarnished twopenny piece to see who would dish out the presents this year. She won, and giggled at the thought. There were gifts for the twins, but they would be stacked neatly to one side as she sorted out the presents. He grabbed a few photos of the presents under the tree with his digital camera, and she took one with her mobile and immediately mailed it to the boys.
Suddenly the landline phone rang. It was the twins! They were ringing on a mobile from a beach on the Gold Coast.
“Happy Christmas boys! I hope you’re being good. No nude sunbathing out there please, we don’t want you damaging your skin,” she laughed as she imagined the boys huddled around the speaker of the phone.
“And we certainly don’t want you catching anything else, so keep your bloody clothes on!” Father shouted.
“Oh, don’t listen to him,” she added, “He’s been stupid enough to fall downstairs this morning. He’s got a very sore bottom!” It wasn’t true, but it was a sort of painful prophecy! The phone call ended in shrieks of laughter.
“It was nice of them to ring,” he said, “They’re good lads.”
“Yes, not naughty boys like their father!” she squealed with laughter, and tossed him his first present.
He squeezed the package. It wasn’t easy to guess what was within. “A scarf?” he wondered aloud as he ripped the shiny red wrapping off.
She laughed and swigged at her schooner of sherry as she watched his expression which fell as the present was revealed to be a pair of grey schoolboy shorts and a cap to go with them! With amazing attention to detail, she had managed to acquire a cap very similar to the regulation one he’d worn in his youth. Showing some festive spirit, he plonked the cap on his head. It was a surprisingly good fit! She snapped him with the mobile’s camera. He looked at the shorts. They were an adult size, he noticed, and would fit his plump bottom. Then he cursed as he wondered if this meant there was going to be a cane to go with them?
He didn’t have to wonder long as the next present she passed him was a long thin cardboard box, tied with pink ribbon. On opening it, he gasped as not one, but two school canes were revealed.
“A senior cane, and a junior one. I liked the curved handles on them.”
He looked mighty fed up for a minute. Although they were sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of the tree, he still managed to rub his bottom thoughtfully. It wasn’t just the turkey that was in for a roasting that Christmas Day! He was beginning to regret their mutual decision to go on an implement buying spree.
“It’s gorgeous!” she cried. Indeed, the leather spanking strap she’d just unwrapped was really, really beautiful. One side was a natural tan colour, the other had been dyed pink and was embossed with her name LINDA in ornate lettering. “It must have cost a fortune?” she queried.
“Don’t worry, darling,” it was him laughing now, “I intend to get my money’s worth out of it. Besides, Bill enjoyed making something so different, so his charge was really quite reasonable.”
“Bill at the Village Saddlery down the road?”
“Yes.”
“But he’ll know our secret now!”
“Don’t worry, darling. He’s the soul of discretion. He reckoned a lot of their riding crops are destined for the bedroom, not for riders. He was so taken with the strap he was thinking of making one for Julie!”
“But I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!”
“I said, don’t worry. He was talking about making something similar for Julie, and to be honest, I got the impression she might not be the only one on the receiving end!”
“Well, she is a bit butch!”
They dissolved into laughter, and she wasn’t surprised to find a riding crop among her presents. They had both bought each other a pair of handcuffs, as well.
“We can hardly take the spare pair back to the shop,” he commented dryly. Fortunately, they were different designs, and one pair was silver, the other black. She munched a chocolate wafer from a tin of biscuits he’d bought her as a joke present.
“Bloody hell! I don’t bloody believe it!” He exclaimed as he opened one of the joke presents. It was a Tupperware-style box, but contained within was an unmentionable sort of sex toy!
“You’ve just earnt yourself a caning for that language, Mister!”
And so it was that their mid-morning coffee was a little delayed as she made him slip on his grey “spanking” shorts, a white shirt, tie and cap. He certainly looked the part. A naughty young man! She flexed the junior cane before lashing it down on his grey shorts. He grunted, which she found gratifying. She was glad she’d practised with the canes. Soon the shorts were down, followed by his briefs. Eighteen strokes was quite a lot, but he took them well, without betraying too much of his discomfort. He staggered to his feet, rubbing his bottom discreetly while staring into her eyes. Now he wanted revenge!
The leather spanking strap lashed down on her pretty, naked bottom. He was going hell for leather! It was almost as if he was trying to get the embossed name to imprint itself on her flesh. He was just beginning to enjoy it, when he became aware of a tapping noise on the window. It was Bill and Julie from the saddlery! They were going for a quick walk in the snow and wanted company. Linda pulled her panties up and hitched her leggings back into place. Meanwhile her husband thought about cooling his cane-striped bottom in the snow…
Linda opened the front door, kissing Julie and saying, “Barry’s just getting changed. He’d got some shorts on, hardly good for walking in December. I hope you didn’t see what we were just doing, did you?”
“Officially no,” said Julie, “But don’t worry, we’d just done something similar. Ouchy!”
The two men were rather more circumspect. Bill had no idea that his friend’s bottom was criss-crossed with bright red cane marks. As they trudged through the snow, he lit up a cigarillo and offered his friend one, “They were a Christmas pressie. I don’t usually indulge.”
“Me neither,” said Barry, gratefully accepting the smoke, “You know, I once got the cane for smoking something similar.”
“Cor, that must have hurt a lot. Naughty boy! How many strokes?”
“Six of the best, of course. Standard tariff. And yes, it hurt.”
“And did it stop you smoking?”
“Too right it did! Too damn right! The head was a bastard. My old man found out too. I’ll tell you what, my fucking arse was sore for ages!”
“Serves you right!”
“Gee, thanks mate!”
They both laughed heartily. The wives were following behind. Linda was dismayed to see the cigar smoke. How she hated the smell of cigars. One thing was sure, she’d be telling Barry off for smoking when they got home. In fact, later that Christmas Day, she made him shower to get rid of the acrid smokey smell. She then decided that it was time for the senior cane to get some use, but that’s a story for another day.
_THE END_
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D I S C L A I M E R
All characters and businesses appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Story © MMXIII by Rod Cayenne
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A shorter version of this story entitled “Unmentionable Christmas” first appeared in the 2013 festive spanking story anthology “One Last Christmas”.
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