Christmas Tree Spanking

Oh oh - I got spanked, and the lead-in was very embarrassing. You should feel sorry for me and my sore rear end, but I somehow suspect you won't.

Sort of like me getting spanked in this video

We were out buying a Christmas Tree! Yay!

I always want a real tree. David is a Scrooge and keeps saying we should just get some artificial one that we can keep in the basement. Blech!

We went out to our neighborhood popup shop that we go to most years, Mr. Pete's Christmas Trees.

Pete is an older guy who sets up shop every year in the same place. He's from up North. He brings a bunch of strapping young lads (late teens / early twenties) to help him out. We got there and it was quite busy. I greeted Mr. Pete himself, and he called over one his young lads to "help these folks out". I told him what I was looking for, a fresh pretty 6' tree. He brought us straight to a certain section and pulled one out. It looked pretty good.

"That looks ok. Show us a few more," I said. That was reasonable, right? But I heard a big sigh from my husband, Mr. Grinch.

"You're going to make him show you ten more and wind up picking this one anyways."

"Maybe..." I said. So what if I do?

"Look around you. They're busy. What's wrong with this one?"

"I want to see a few more," I said pointedly. We were not playing. But then David, I guess, thought it would be fun to play...

"Fine, but if we wind up buying this one I'm giving you a spanking after we set it up."

Oh! He didn't! But he did! Regrettably we were wearing masks, so I could not see if the fine strapping lad grinned or not, but I thought I could see his eyes smiling. I was wearing my tight faded jeans, furry ankle-high boots, a short ski jacket, a white toque, and white mittens. I thought my bum looked pretty good in those jeans.

"David!" I complained, blushing furiously.

"Right over my knee on your bare bum," he added unnecessarily.

He had to add that, didn't he. Cheeky man! But it was nice after all this isolation to be getting out and playing with handsome unsuspecting but appreciative others. He took the opportunity. Not in public usually, but we often deal with minor irritations in this way: by turning it into spanking play.

Well the die was cast. I would have to pick that tree now, but not before looking at a bunch of others. Ha ha!

"Fine!" I said, accepting his spanking threat. "But I still want to look for a better one."

"Ok," he said.

I wonder what our little helper was making of all this. I was sure he'd have a nice little story for his fellow workers and for Mr. Pete. At least he didn't seem at all bothered spending a little extra time with us. He went around and showed us a few more. Some different types. Some smaller. Some larger. Damned his eyes, but the first one legit was the best.

"I guess that first one is the best," I told our helper unenthusiastically.

"Yes Ma'am," he said. What must he have been thinking. I picked the spanking tree.

"Ha!" David said.

The lad brought it over to the sawhorse and made a fresh cut in the end and took off some of the lower branches. He then put it into a big plastic bag and carried it over to our car and stuffed it into the back with the seats down and the tip protruding through the armrest into the front. He handed me the tag, and I took it inside to pay while the boys were doing that. It came out to over $100. What a rip-off. Those country boys are charging what the market will bear, clearly. They must be laughing all the way back home every season. Mr. Pete did give me a big candy cane, though.

As David and the kid were loading the car, he told me what they talked about.

"She does this to me every year. You guys show her the best tree in the size she wants every time, and she spends another ten minutes looking at every other tree before going back to that one."

"Yes Sir, but I guess she'll be getting her comeuppance this time." (!!!! "comeuppance" ???? Nice!)

"Ah, she loves it," David said.

David gave him a $20 tip as I was getting back to the car. I was hoping to say something more in front of him, but he was already walking off towards the next customer. I'm sure they wouldn't have been nearly as entertaining as us. As we drove home David told me about their conversation which I recounted above. "Comeuppance" was the actual word he used. Does anybody still use that word? Spankos use that word a bit. Hmmmm.

I was excited on our drive home. David had dominated me in front of the young buck and that had turned me on something fierce. I'm sure the young lad didn't doubt at all that I'd be spanked bare bum across my husband's lap and then taken however he pleased. He also got a lesson on what turns on a gal like me. Perhaps he can apply it to a nice consenting girlfriend back home up North?

The other aspect of the humiliation was that if I really didn't want to be spanked, I could have picked a different tree that was a pretty close second best. I'm sure the boy smiled knowingly under his mask when I went back to my first tree - he knew that I wanted that spanking (besides, I did like that tree the best). And next year I wonder if it will be the same crew, and if they will anxiously await our arrival?

We got home and we set the tree up. David got the brilliant idea of attaching the base out on the patio. Every other year we set up the base in the living room and then plunked the tree into it. This new way was a much better approach. We could perfectly attach and balance the tree outside where there was lots of room and we could even put the tree sideways on the patio table. Once it was set, David carried the tree vertically and set it down in the living room where it belongs. A nice pretty tree! Yay! Time for decorations.

I ran down to the basement and hauled out the Christmas stuff. David put our favourite Christmas music on, poured some drinks, and turned on the gas fireplace. It's an insert into a real fireplace and has an open flame. LED lights get tested and go on first. Then some fluffy boas. Then the ornaments get hung. Finally David puts the angel on top. We always laugh because she has a big hoop dress and the tip of the tree goes right up her behind - Oooh! There it was all done, waiting for the presents to appear from Santa! I like Christmas!

"Ok, young lady," David said.

Gulp!

"yes sir," I responded meekly.

David went to sit on the sofa and beckoned me over. He reached up, unfastened my jeans, and peeled them down off my bum and hips. Wasn't easy. Hee hee. He had to keep putting my panties back up in place. Then he pulled me across his knee and started fondling my panty-covered bottom. As a spanko, I don't wear "sexy" panties. I like cotton patterned ones with a bit of a fuller cut. Makes me feel more like a little girl. In fact, I was feeling entirely little girlish from the Christmas tree decorating as well.

Then he started spanking me across the seat of my panties. Spanks and fondles and a bit of good-natured scolding: "every year you drag me out tree shopping, and every year you pick the first one he shows us after ditzing around for ten minutes first."

"Not every year, Sir."

"Well I warned you what would happen this time."

"Yes. And in front of the helper kid and everything," I added pretending to be upset with that, which I truly, truly, wasn't, and which he knew.

"Well, he agreed you needed your 'comeuppance'. How much of his time did you waste? How much in tips did you cost him?"

"You gave him a good tip!" I whined.

He gave me a big slap on my ass and said, "that is besides the point."

He aked, "how did I tell the boy I would spank you?"

"On my bare bottom, Sir," I said, reminding me of the intense humiliation of that moment. Even though I want it, it was humiliating, and there's no way around that.

David played with the waistband of my panties as I was draped across his hard thighs. I love the feeling of being draped across his thighs. They are so much bigger and harder than mine. Hard like iron. It makes me feel controlled and submissive.

"And do you think he believed me? Do you think he believed that I would take you across my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a sound spanking as comeuppance?"

"Yes, Sir. 100% Sir."

"Well we can't disappoint, can we?" And with that he hauled my panties down my legs to wrap around my knees, baring my bottom completely. "One bare bottom comeuppance it is," he said as he began spanking me in earnest. He figured my butt was already warmed up from the spanking over my panties, so he started in with real spanks to my bottom. Real punishment spanks.

I have never craved a gentle spanking, and David knows it. If he's going to spank me, he needs to really spank me. Punishment style.

It did not take too many hard slaps from his big hard hand to start having a significant effect on me. "Ouch! No! please!" I begged as he spanked me. But no safeword, so he knew I was still asking for it. He upped the intensity and quickly got me bouncing around over his lap and yelping loudly on every spank. He held me into him by my far hip and controlled me completely. I reached a hand around involuntarily and he grabbed it and pinned it by my side without missing a spank.

Finally he gave me what turned out to be my last spank. He kept me over his knee and he rubbed my bottom and a bit into my pussy, and told me that I really am a good girl.

He put me on my feet, with my panties still down. As I was across his knee, I could feel the gentle warmth from the fireplace.

We used to play this game as kids, put our bums towards the fire and see how hot they got. It suddenly entered into my brain that I wanted to do that, but with a bare butt. Tee hee. I went to the fireplace, knelt with my backside towards it, pants and panties at my knees, and wiggled around to get the right distance to the fire.

"Don't burn yourself," David admonished. I wiggled in a little closer. I had socks on and my pants were covering my calves up to my knees, so the closest uncovered part of me was literally all my private parts. I crossed my legs under me to get my feet further from the fire, so my butt could get closer.

"Is that bearable?" he asked me.

"Yes Sir, just barely, Sir." Just 'barely' indeed. "Ow ow ow ow ow" I said. The part that felt it the most was my bottom hole. David says it's a "Blackbody Radiator" and its just physics. Ok. My pussy lips did not feel it as much, but for sure they felt it also.

David came over and put his hand down and rubbed my pussy. He would feel the heat of the fire on the back of his hand, and the heat of my pussy on the front. "That's very hot," he said, as he rubbed my dampening pussy. "Pull away if it's too hot," he reminded me. I pushed in a smidge closer. "I know what'll help," he said.

David went to the adjoining kitchen and I could hear him getting some ice. He came back with a bunch of ice cubes in a bowl and knelt beside me. He started rubbing the cold ice on my hot bottom and up into all my private areas. He drew the melting ice up and down and around my bottom hole and my labia.

It was shocking but relieving at the same time. And by shocking I mean intensely shocking. The super ice cold on my hot pussy lips. Youch!

He then popped some of the melting ice cubes into my bottom hole and into my pussy, both.

Revenge for my having done this to him in front of my sister no doubt (Witnessed (Real) Spanking). What comes around goes around. He let the ice melt inside of me as the fire intensely heated my bum and pussy. The ice did not feel like much once inside, but it definitely felt like something hard to put my finger on.

He pulled me away from the fire and turned me sideways to it. He dropped his pants, knelt behind me, and fucked me to ejaculation in front of the fireplace and tree.

Once he was done he pulled out, gave me a slap on my bum and said "thank you, Ma'am." It was implicitly acknowledged that this was his reward for getting me the tree, not to be immediately reciprocated with an orgasm of my own. I blushed and scurried up to the master bathroom to clean myself up. I put a tissue on my pussy and let his ejaculate ooze out of me.

Well that was a fun Christmas tree experience!