And from Girls Boarding School, the delivery.
Carol owed her name to the date of her birthday. She had been born at 12:01 on the 25th of December. As a result of that her father, who had a wicked, but not cruel, sense of humour, had decided that she should be named Carol. Eve and Noelle had been other strong contenders, but Carol had won out, and in fact her pet name had been Christmas Carol.
In a not uncommon form of childish rebellion and because she did get a good bit of teasing over her name and the reason behind it the girl refused to learn any Christmas carols.
Her parents were rather old fashioned in many ways and they practiced the time honoured custom of administering birthday spankings to their daughter. Over the years the girl came to accept as natural starting her Christmas Day off with a gentle bottom warming over her parent’s laps. The only smacks that had any real heat in them were the final ones for luck.
As Carol grew the spankings to pass the passage of time went by the wayside as childlike customs tend to. A blazing row with her boyfriend in university resulted in Carol being put over the angry man’s knee and having her pert rear end soundly spanked. Carol had married her chastiser, his name was Matthew, and spanking became an important part of their sex life. Carol did receive the occasional punishment spanking, but it was more often for fun, and the custom of Christmas birthday spankings was revived.
Matthew favoured a different method to that which Carol had grown accustomed to over the years. His parents had always tried to celebrate birthdays as close to the time of birth as they could, as both he and his sister had been considerate enough to arrive in the middle of the afternoon it had never been very difficult to do this with them. Carol having been born one minute after midnight on Christmas Day was problematic.
What the couple did was stay up until midnight on Christmas Eve and exchange one gift, after which Matthew would give Carol her birthday spanking for that year.
Matthew had come to accept Carol’s dislike of carols, but he didn’t like it. He had a good singing voice and he enjoyed watching and singing Christmas carols. One Christmas he decided that he would teach his wife one specific carol and he had a rather interesting way of doing it.
Matthew and Carol sat together on the couch, watching the time tick by and just waiting for the clock to strike midnight. The hands on the mantel clock reached twelve and the attractive old timepiece, which had belonged to Carol’s grandparents, solemnly bonged the hour.
Eyes shining Matt and Carol turned to each other and shouted, “Merry Christmas!” they embraced and kissed, as their lips parted Matthew said softly to his wife, “Happy birthday, darling.”
“Would you like a present?” Carol asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Shouldn’t the birthday girl go first?” Matthew countered.
“Ordinarily yes, dear, but I’d really like to have your reaction for something I got for you.”
“Okay,” he shrugged, his curiousity piqued.
“Close your eyes,” Carol said and turned to the Christmas tree, which had presents to each other and for friends and family bundled under it and gaily wrapped.
Matthew and Carol had a small custom over the first present of the day. It was usually something personal, that they wouldn’t want to unwrap in front of others and it was often a little silly.
Matthew frowned as he felt Carol place a long box shaped object in his outstretched hands. “Can I open my eyes now?” he asked.
“Of course,” Carol replied with a giggle.
Matthew looked down at the long, slender cardboard box in his hands, it was white and simply wrapped with a scarlet ribbon. Matthew looked at his wife, her green eyes shone and he knew from experience that was a wicked expression in them.
“Go on open it,” she urged.
“You don’t want yours yet?”
“No open that first,” Carol said, sitting back and crossing her legs, a smile playing across her lips as Matthew undid the ribbon and took off the lid to peer inside. She broke out into peals of laughter as his mouth dropped open on seeing the contents.
“But this is…”
“An old fashioned school cane!” Carol finished.
Matthew’s brown eyes narrowed. “You do know what I’m likely to use this for and on who?”
“Of course I do, darling, why else do you think I bought it? Do you know how hard they are to find these days? It’s made of rattan, the website said that was the best.”
“I haven’t seen one of these since my school days,” Matthew marveled, turning the slender item over in his hands to examine and admire it. He took a few steps back and swished it vigorously through the air.
Carol shivered and asked in a low voice, “Do you think we could christen it tonight?”
“Oh, I think that is a very real possibility, young lady,” Matthew said seriously. “It makes my present look rather silly by comparison.”
“Oh pish!” Carol exclaimed, jumping to her feet, her plump breasts jiggled fetchingly under her long sleeved pajama top. “It’s Christmas and it’s my birthday. Give me a present!” the dark haired woman demanded.
“Very well,” her husband said with a grin, putting his gift aside and handing Carol a small, wrapped square item.
Carol looked at the object in her hand, trying to work out what it was. It looked suspiciously like a CD, which was odd, because Matthew knew that she generally downloaded music, he did the same thing. Carol shrugged and unwrapped it gleefully. Her face fell as the paper came off and revealed a rather unremarkable looking CD.
“It’s a CD,” Carol said in a distinctly disappointed voice.
“Yes, it is,” Matt agreed with a smile.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, dear,” Carol pouted.
“Look at the title,” her husband advised.
Carol squinted at the cover. She actually needed glasses for reading, but was too vain to get them.
“The Twelve Days of Christmas,” Carol read slowly, then turned accusing eyes on her grinning husband. “You gave me a Christmas carol as a gift. Why? You know I hate them!”
“I thought I could teach you one,” Matt answered.
“Why this one?” Carol asked.
“Do you know it?”
“I’ve heard it of course. Something about a collection of ever increasingly extravagant gifts…”
“That’s the basic premise, yes. How about it, darling? Would you like to learn at least one Christmas song in your life?”
“Not particularly,” Carol grumped. “However you seem to have your heart set on it, so I’ll play along.”
“Wonderful,” Matthew said, rising from the couch and taking the CD from his wife’s hand. He popped it out of its case and put it in their CD player. “We’ll listen to it once, then we’ll have the first lesson in Professor Matthew’s Singing Class.”
Frowning at her husband Carol snuggled up next to him on the couch and they listened to the song.
With her natural prejudice against Christmas carols, the pretty brunette had never really listened to this one. Part of her problem with the songs, aside from the teasing it got her most of her life, was that she wasn’t particularly religious, her family were agnostic, and many of the carols seemed to be centred around the central tenet of Christianity; the birth of Christ.
“What do you think?” Matt asked at the end of it, knowing that Carol had probably never properly taken notice of the song.
“It’s kind of cute as they go,” Carol admitted. “If I were the girl in it, I think you would have finished off with twelve spankings, though,” she giggled.
“Funny you should say that,” Matthew said, pulling his wife over his lap.
“Hey!” she protested. “I didn’t sign up for that!”
“Well, it’s after midnight and you haven’t yet had your birthday spanking.”
Matt pressed the play button on a handy nearby remote and the strains of The Twelve Days of Christmas mingled with the sound of an experienced palm smacking a snug pajama seat and a woman’s occasional delighted squeal and half hearted protests.
“Do you think you know the song?” Matthew asked as he let his wife up and gave her an affectionate hug and patted her still warm bottom under her pajama pants.
“I think so,” Carol answered, her brow wrinkling prettily in concentration.
“Willing to take a test?”
“Are you challenging me, sir?” Carol asked, looking her husband in the eye.
“I know you pride yourself on your memory, Carol.”
“What happens if I get things wrong?”
“Oh, I think you know the answer to that, darling. You gave me such a lovely and apt present, too.”
The couple then hashed out the deal to the Great Christmas Carol Challenge. Carol would go back over her husband’s lap, bare bottom this time. He would ask her questions about the song if she got the answer right, then she got a gentle rub, however if she was wrong she got the number of spanks that corresponded with the correct answer of the gift and the day.
Carol did quite well to start with. Some of the gifts like the partridge in the pear tree, or the five golden rings were easy to remember because of how different they were or how often they were repeated throughout the song, but when Matthew asked how many Ladies Dancing or Lords-a-Leaping were received Carol got them mixed up, she had the same problem with the Swans-a-Swimming and the Geese-a-Laying. The Pipers Piping and the Drummers Drumming weren’t easy either. Unfortunately for the lady those were on the higher end of the scale.
Matthew wrote his wife’s answers down and then said, “Let’s see how we did and what the bill adds up to, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” a clearly nervous Carol said, her bottom tingling in anticipation. She knew she had done well with her memory, but was also certain that she would be getting a few smacks when they played the song again.
For the first few verses Carol was smiling and luxuriating over Matthew’s lap as he massaged, fondled, stroked and tickled her buttocks, which had a faint pink tinge from the earlier spanking over her pajama pants. Then they sang ‘On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Six Geese-a-Laying…’
Matthew paused the CD, consulted his written down answers and asked, “What did you say there, Carol?”
Carol winced and whispered, “I think I said swans.”
“You did indeed,” Matthew confirmed. “Shall we listen a little bit further and see how many swans were received?”
“Okay,” Carol breathed and mentally added up how many spanks she was about to get. She had mixed up the swans and the geese, so that would come to thirteen slaps, she knew how hard her husband could smack and hoped that she hadn’t made too many more mistakes.
The singers lustily sang ‘Seven Swans-a-Swimming’ and Carol mentally cursed the stupid white birds as Matt paused the CD and announced. “It looks like this pretty little bottom is going to get thirteen slaps, young lady.”
As Carol had feared Matthew didn’t hold back and she got thirteen very hard smacks on her tingling bottom. Matthew doled them out slowly and rebounded six stingers off her right cheek and the same amount on her left hemisphere before finishing off with one real cracker right in the centre. That one made Carol lift up and yelp, “Matthew!”
The song picked up again and Carol heaved a sigh of relief as she heard ‘Eight Maids-a-Milking’ because she knew she got that one right. Matthew grinned and massaged his wife’s now simmering rump. Then there was a groan as the words ‘On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Nine Ladies Dancing…”
Matt hit the pause button again. “You seemed to think that was Lords-a-Leaping, darling.”
“Bloody lords, stupid ladies,” Carol muttered as her husband picked up a ping pong paddle they used in their spanking games with each other. Her next words were incoherent squeals and cries of, “Owwww! Ouch! You never said anything about the bloody paddle you brute!”
After nine stinging strokes of the paddle, most of which reddened Carol’s creamy upper thighs and got her legs scissor kicking, Matthew asked, “Ready to continue?”
“Yes,” Carol sighed. “You’re enjoying this far too much. Just wait until it’s your birthday.”
“Oh dear,” Matt sighed. “It was ten Lords-a-Leaping and you said Ladies Dancing, so we’ll just have to give you another ten, sweetheart.”
“Just get it done,” Carol ground out through gritted teeth and then started kicking and howling as the paddle cracked across her now sizzling hindquarters. This round also started the tears flowing.
Carol lay over Matt’s lap sobbing as she half listened to the end of the song and thanked her lucky stars that her memory had served her right with the pipers and the drummers. She wasn’t sure what else her husband had in his arsenal and she didn’t really fancy paying the ‘piper’ any more than she already had.
Matthew stood his wife up as the final strains of the song played and kissed her tears away before using a tissue to clean her face up.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that one,” Carol said with a smile through her tears.
“Shall we test that little boast?” Matthew asked cheerfully, swishing the cane through the air.
Carol backed away a step, her hands held up in front of her. “I gave you that for fun, Matthew.”
“You gave this to me, because you really want to play the naughty schoolgirl,” Matt told his wife.
Carol’s lips quirked up in a smile.
“I promise to not use it too hard,” Matthew said. “So assume the position young lady.”
Carol pouted, but bent from the waist and touched her toes, sticking her glowing bottom up high and proud.
“You would have given a few stuffy old headmasters a heart attack if they’d been allowed to cane when you went to school, Carol.”
Carol giggled and asked, “So what are we going to do? How many?”
“You’re going to get twelve…” Matt announced and then at Carol’s squawk, “I promise they won’t be full strength, just enough to keep those lovely orbs simmering and maybe get some pretty lines.”
“Okay,” Carol muttered, her backside clenching unconsciously.
“Now, I won’t make you count,” Matthew said, as he lined up his wife’s rosy bent over target. “What I want you to do is tell me what gift was received after each stroke.”
“A partridge in a pear tree,” Carol said.
“Turtle doves,” Carol sang.
“Calling birds,” the caned wife winced.
“Five golden rings,” Carol shouted and willed herself to remain in position.
“Halfway there!” SLAP!
“Geese laying eggs.”
“Oh good, you got that one wrong earlier,” Matt said cheerfully as he delivered another searing stroke.
“You’re doing so well, only four more to go.”
“Ladies dancing!” a tear squeezed out of Carol’s eye.
“Brilliant! Two left.”
“Let’s make the lucky last count!”
“Owwww! Drummers!” Carol howled and then collapsed in a flood of tears into her husband’s arms.
Matt sat on the couch, kissing and cuddling his wife, gentling her down. “Got a little more than expected?” he asked.
“Yes,” Carol gasped. “Do you think I could have some brandy?”
As Carol sipped her brandy, she said, “How are we going to explain the big pillow on my chair at Christmas lunch?”