Wynne

Christmas Music 8/13/07 12:43 Trying to concentrate on forming a plan for his remedial summer school Algebra II class – a plan that would hopefully get the involvement of a group of seniors who repeatedly said they “hated math” – Ken Vector’s senses were assaulted by a blare of trumpeted music from overhead. He squinted at the computer monitor in front of him, trying to block out the din, but ended up identifying the tune reverberating through his brain. His brow furrowed further and his lips pursed as he spoke the name aloud, “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing”. He sighed and rubbed a bronzed hand over his tired chocolate brown eyes. Kayla, his own silvery-blonde haired “angel” was starting her “I Love Christmas Music” obsession even earlier than normal. . . it was the beginning of August. . . at least according to his calendar. “Kayla! Turn that music down!!” His voice resounded through his office, but was no match for the music blasting down the stairs. Muttering under his breath, he pulled his 6’5” athletic frame out of his chair, “I know an ‘angel’ who is going to be in big trouble.” He strode out of the office and took the stairs two at a time. A wall of music seemed to block the entrance to the master bedroom. . “God and sinner reconciled. . . “ rang out the words as Ken quickly reached his wife’s desk and turned the computer’s speakers to “off”. “Ken!” Kayla yelled into the now silent room. “You scared me, sneaking up like that!” “Kayla, you would not have heard a fire alarm over that music. . . I did not, I assure you, sneak in.” The blue/gray eyes so recently widened in surprise quickly became stormy as she swung around on her chair to glare at her husband. “You could have just turned it down. . . you don’t have to be so all-fired mean and turn it all the way off!” A small chin jutted out to emphasize the words. Ken leaned down to lock her gaze into his, “Are you sure you want to continue this conversation with that tone and attitude, little girl?” His “soft and deadly” voice made Kayla’s toes curl into the carpet. There were a few hard and fast rules within the Vector marriage. . . showing respect was one of them. Her petite backside had already paid the price for her sharp tongue on several occasions. Over a foot shorter than Ken, Kayla was a dynamo of energy and enthusiasm. Her quick mind and wit were two of the attributes that Ken loved. However, when the wit became sass with a disrespectful demeanor, Ken gave one warning. The expectation being that she would rephrase her words or adjust her attitude. If not, a few sharp spanks across an upturned bare bottom had been employed as further incentive to correct behavior. Kayla continued to glare while trying to find a way to maintain showing her pique without landing her in deeper hot water. Putting on what Ken referred to as her “princess” face, Kayla’s nose went up and she spoke with haughty dignity. “Next time, could you pleeeese just turn the music down? I was enjoying it very much!” Ken shook his head, “I know you enjoy Christmas music. . . so do I. . . but in August? It seems a mite early, don’t you think?” “No, I don’t. The few short weeks it is ‘allowed’ never seem to be enough. Can’t you catch the holiday spirit early? Just once?” Giving a chuckle, Ken tapped her nose, “I think November is plenty early. . . I am sure you can wait a few short months. . . or wear your headphones. . . if you can find them on that disaster you call a desk!” Kayla took a risk, but she stuck out her tongue at her husbands retreating back. “Spoil sport!” she hissed. Ken turned and gave her “ the look”. “What was that?” Kayla grinned. “I just said there was a ‘spilled spot’ on my desk.” “You are a split second away from a ‘spanked spot’!! Now, find your headphones and let me work.” He left the quiet room and headed back downstairs to resume his task. Kayla picked up her pen and chewed the end. She looked at the ceiling and frowned. How could she get Ken into a holiday mood early? A smile came across her face as several ideas hit her all at once. The rest of the day was uneventful. After dinner, Kayla brought Ken a cup of tea. “Here, my love, some tea to smooth away the rough edges of the day.” She placed the green mug beside his hand. With a quick kiss to the top of his head, she left the room, stifling a giggle. Ken picked up the mug and absent-mindedly sipped. He was surprised to find peppermint – he always drank Earl Gray. He peered into the mug and found two round, red and white peppermint candies at the bottom. Ken rolled his eyes. . . the subtle hint about “Christmas” did not go unnoticed. “Kayla! Come in here, please!” A smiling face peaked around the corner. “Yes?” “Nice try, but no blaring Christmas music until after Thanksgiving! Please take this” he held out the cup, ”I would really like the ‘usual’.” “Oh, alright.” Kayla took the mug with a huff. “OUCH!” A stinging swat across her backside made her whirl and turn back to face Ken. “Stop the campaign now, Kayla. I have enough to concentrate on at the moment. You can listen to the music on your own – the entire house does not need to reverberate with it yet.” A pout clouded her face, but Kayla nodded and left to make the “usual” tea. “Scrooge!” she muttered too softly to be heard. The next morning, Ken came downstairs to the heavenly aroma of gingerbread. His mouth watered, but his eyes became hard as he swung around the corner of the kitchen. Kayla had been warned! The kitchen was empty, except for the freshly baked bread, sitting on a special Christmas plate, a note beside it. “God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman, May nothing ye dismay. Have a bite of Christmas cheer, I hope your class goes well today!” Ken gave a small chuckle and sliced off a large piece. . . he did love fresh gingerbread! He would take up the discussion with his naughty angel later. Getting into his car, he started the engine, only to have “Deck the Halls” echo around the car’s cabin. Closing his eyes in exasperation, he popped the CD out and backed down the driveway. When he arrived at school, Ken unpacked his briefcase and gave a sharp hiss. . Pencils that looked like candy canes – curved tops and all, had replaced all his normal yellow ones. He looked up to see a few early students nodding and smiling. “Nice pencils. We gonna sing “Jingle Bells” instead of doing math today?” Ken put on his bland face. “No. Just a little joke between my wife and myself – I shall get to the bottom of this prank when I get home.” When classes ended for the day, Ken called home. “Hello, Santa!” Kayla purred into his ear. “Angel K. . you have been warned repeatedly now. . . you know you are risking that cute and curvy backside by continuing. . . ?” “You loved the gingerbread! You ate half the loaf!” “I did love the bread. . . it was delicious. . shall I paint you a ‘sweet’ picture of your bottom when I get home? It will go from divinity white through peppermint pink and right on to cinnamon red hot if you don’t stop NOW!” A giggle was his answer, followed by the strains of “You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch” in the background. “KayLA!!” “Byeeeeee. . . see you tonight!” She clicked off and he was left staring at the phone. Shaking his head, he went back to grading papers and getting ready for the next day. It was late afternoon when he came through the front door. “Hello! Is there an Angel in the house?” Kayla came flying down the stairs, holding his gym bag, which dropped to the floor as she jumped into his arms. A steamy kiss followed and Ken felt some of his job related stress begin to melt away. “I have a special dinner cooking. . . you have some time. . . why don’t you go and work out. . . I want you to have a big appetite!” “It smells good in here.” Ken stood her back on her feet and hugged her body into his, letting his hands slid down to caress her denim clad bottom. “You should be thanking me, little girl. . by rights you should be over my knee for ignoring my directions about not pushing the Christmas music!” Kayla gave him a sly grin. “Go. . . Mr. Grinch. . . go workout!” Giving her bottom one firm spank, Ken leaned down to pick up his bag. He gave her a level look. “No mischief, my angel-elf. . . not if you want to be sitting down during dinner!” Ken got to the gym and headed directly into the locker room to transform from teacher into athlete. He sat down and reached into his bag to pull out. . . . Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer socks. . . . gym shorts with a Christmas Garfield saying “Ho! Ho! Ho!” and a t-shirt with an evilly smiling Grinch. “Kayla!!” he shouted to the air. Giving a deep sigh, he donned his holiday apparel with a rueful smile. . . he was sure to get lots of “cute” comments from his buddies in the weights area. However, it would be better to work off some of the steam from her latest prank. . . her bottom should be grateful and he would tell her so when he got home! It was a worthwhile endeavor. . . he worked out hard and was feeling much more mellow as he drove around the final corner and headed for home. He abruptly stopped in front of his house and his mouth fell open. . . a giant peace sign out of holly garland and flashing Christmas lights was the centerpiece of the front lawn. . . surrounded by a plastic gallery of music playing angels! Suddenly a couple of local teenagers exited the side garage door. . . spotted Ken in the middle of the road. . . and raced away down the block. So. . . Angel K had had some help, eh? Then he could hear the music blaring over the PA system he had built last Christmas. . “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” soared through the air and the lights of the peace sign flashed in perfect sync. Ken hit the garage door opener and pulled in. . noticing that several neighbors were smiling and waving. He exited the car, waved at the neighbors, closed the door and found the switch to turn off the display out front. It was very quiet when he came into the house. Kayla stood, dressed in her kelly green elf costume. . . the short, shimmery, fake fur edged skirt barely covering the green satin panties. She had on her best welcoming smile and held out a crystal goblet of red wine. Ken raised one eyebrow. . . then took the wine and made a toast, “Here is to ‘A Wonderful Spanking!” Kayla’s glass was halfway to her lips. She thought she caught just a hint of a smile in his eyes. . . but the rest of his face registered a “you are in SO much trouble” look. Taking their glasses and setting them to one side, Ken moved with the quickness of a flying reindeer as he scooped Kayla into his arms and dashed up the stairs. She could only squeal and hang on for dear life. He sat quickly on the bed and stood her between his thighs. . . her sad blue eyes held his. “I’m sorry, Kenny” she squeaked, “I just wanted you to feel the holiday spirit a little early this year. . . holiday music makes my heart sing and it sings even more if you sing with me!” “Angel K. . . or should I call you ‘Elf K’. . . you have outdone yourself this year. . . you know it won’t be a ‘Silent Night’. . . don’t you? And there will be some serious ‘reconciliation’ between a certain sinner’s bottom and my hand?” She felt a smile tug at her lips. . . he was using Christmas terms. . . maybe, just maybe, she had gotten to old Jack Frost after all! He shook his head, pulled down the soft satin panties and flipped her over his lap, trapping her legs between his. A swift flurry of spanks rained down, turning her snowy bottom quickly to the peppermint pink he had described earlier. “OWWW! Ken!! OWWIES!! I was just. . OW!. . OW! just playing!!” “I know. . . and I am ‘playing’ too. . . just think of me as ‘The Little Drummer Boy!’ and your butt is the softest drum I’ve ever played!!” The spanks continued to fall. These spanks stung. . but Kayla’s senses told her that these were a gentler version of “bad girl” spanks she had had before. “OWWWWW!!” Ken stopped and rubbed a very pink bottom. “I have a feeling that I can make your backside not ‘merry’, but certainly ‘bright’ and you are not going to stop this campaign. . . am (SPANK!) I (SPANK!) right?(SPANK! SPANK!)” “OW! OW! OW! OW!” Kayla could feel tears slid down her face. “Please stop, Ken! I’ll be good. . . I promise!” Although the turkey and cranberry dinner and the Christmas dishes were waiting downstairs. “Don’t be mad at me. . . pleeeeeeease!” “I am not mad, my angel–elf,” he rubbed her bottom gently again. “I am not mad that you love Christmas music. . . but you totally disregarded my instructions about pushing me into having it blare throughout the house this early in the year! The peace symbol on the lawn was a nice touch though,” he felt himself grin. “So,” he gave a final hard SMACK! and pulled her to sit on his lap. “PEACE, little girl! ‘Let There Be Peace on Earth’. . . or at least peace around here!” Kayla hugged him hard and buried her head under his chin. Then her head popped up and her teary, but sparkling blue eyes looked into his chocolate ones. “Do You Hear What I Hear?” she giggled. . “You’ve got a bit of holiday spirit showing!” “Yes,” he growled, “I am holding a ‘holiday spirit’! Dinner can wait! Let’s make those jingle bells more than rock. . hummm?!?” They spent the next interval showing each other a sweeter kind of music, played with lips and tongues and hands upon willing bodies. . . ending with a crescendo. . . “Joy to the World!”