A Modified Christmas Carol

My husband is a good sport.

No matter that I’m stuck in the menopausal freeze of the Don’tTouchMe libido tundra, he doesn’t take it personally. And – even better – has no retaliatory behavior whatsoever: my own not-into-it-ness does not cause, in him, any sort of backing-away or avoidant tendencies when I decide that even though I may not want to be on the receiving end of his sexual advances at the moment, I most definitely want to put him on the receiving end of mine.

And so it was that he was on the receiving end this morning.

Or, errr… perhaps I should say that his ‘receiving end’ was on the receiving end.

Heh. 😉

Because I started on his arse.

And I started early.

He was still half asleep, as a matter of fact, but that did not stop me from giving his cheeks a good ~~waking~~ warming up.

And since it’s nearing the Christmas season — and WE ALL KNOW I LOVE CHRISTMAS, right?! — the soundtrack of his spanking was a holiday tune. (And *I*, of course, was the one carrying the tune.)

At first, I just smacked to the rhythm of Jingle Bells.

But then I was like…

“On the first day of Christmas, my OG** gave to me…”

SMACK!

“…a smack on the booty!”

And then, feeling around to his front (he had nicely obliged my inner spanko and turned over enough to offer me access to his buns, which meant his other bits were not within easy reach), I gave him a few strokes before continuing with…

“On the second day of Christmas, my OG gave to me…”

*flick-flick on the head of his cock*

“…two dick flicks…”

SMACK!

“…and a smack on the booty!”

: laugh :

We got as far as three.

Three nipple tweaks
Two dick flicks
And a smack on the booty!

He’s been referring to my little impromptu S&M singing session all day. (With a very happy face, ifyouknowwhatImean.) So I’m thinking that even though we only made it to three today, we’ll work our way up to twelve over the coming [heh — not that kind of coming] week{s}.

Because I love Christmas.

And I especially love Christmas-ing my husband.

😉