Merry Christmas and making your day (and backside) bright (red)

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

It is Christmas where I am, although it does not look like it. Most of the snowfall that we got a couple of weeks ago has nearly melted away. It is windy outside with the temperature holding at 6°C.

My guy arrived home yesterday evening. He asked that I meet him at 18:45 after I had indicated that I should technically wait an hour after his plane arrives. My original proposal time was 19:00.

Guess who was correct? Yes, me.

My guy texted me at 18:10 and said that he was half an hour late. I was okay and told him to take his time. He actually got to the office at 19:00, hailing a speedy taxi.
Naturally, we were thrilled to see each other. We spent some time cuddling in the treehouse. It felt so good.

I have plenty of time to share stories now that we are both away from work. I want to go back to a conversation that we had over Skype a week ago.

Our conversation went something like the following:

"It's almost Christmas," my guy remarked.
"Are you going to sit on Santa's lap and see how hard he gets?"
"I would rather sit on your lap and see how hard you get," I replied.
"Well, I would have to get a Santa Claus outfit," my guy stated. 
"On second thought, I would much rather be over your lap," I corrected myself.
"You would be on my naughty list," my guy stated as if it were a known fact. "I would smack your bare bottom so hard that the redness would match the colour of my Santa suit."

It's nice that my wish list can finally be fulfilled.

Santa and the good girl

My guy and I have been talking frequently as of late. It has been wonderful.

We missed a day or two here and there within a three-week period. For instance, we didn't chat on Friday, December 13. It wasn't that we were superstitious. It was a hectic day for me. I had to head into the office to get a new laptop and migrate a number of files. I also had an interview to conduct. I found out that a writer decided to leave the company. I also was flying out that evening and knew that I wouldn't have a chance to talk to my guy.

On my last full day in London, I visited Harrods. It is quite an impressive store.

You know when you are in a huge department store when cashiers ask you whether you need directions and hand you a mini booklet that outlines where everything is.

Is it strange that I got horny in Harrods over Santa Claus? It sounds a bit peculiar, so I will try and explain the context.

I walked by a Lego version of Santa Claus. It was amazing.

I thought about my guy in a Santa outfit. He wouldn't be the best Santa as far as his physique goes, as my guy is thin. However, with a fake belly, white beard, and white wig, he could pass.

I was fantasizing about my guy being Santa and my being a little girl waiting to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I liked the thought of sitting on his lap. I could feel how hard his erect penis was under his red suit. If I were bad and Santa sensed it, he could put me over his lap and spank me across my short skirt. If I were particularly bad, he could hike up my skirt, pull down my panties, and spank me with his bare hand.

That evening, my guy and I chatted on Skype. I told him about my fantasy. He liked it. We had phone sex and changed it up a bit. Instead of being spanking in public, it happened in a more secluded place. He said that since I was good, that I could suck Santa after my hard spanking. My backside was as red as Santa's suit. I was also a ditzy good girl, which we both enjoyed.

Needless to say, we both came. We both felt dopey afterwards. We both missed each other.