Several years ago...
They had been laying in bed, cuddling and relaxing together. Words weren't always necessary as they had been together for so long that the silence was comfortable. When the need to touch arose, one would caress the body of the other. A heavy snow fell for most of the day and they had been outside with shovels trying to clear their driveway and that of their elderly neighbour. She had made cups of hot chocolate and they shared a simple but hearty meal together. Their stomachs were full, their muscles sore and their minds at peace.
Music was playing softly in the background; a compilation of Christmas carols and hymns. She was feeling so relaxed and hovering in that state between sleep and wakefulness, that she barely registered the fact that he got up from the bed and was gone for a moment.
Until... he grasped her elbow and pulled her over on to her tummy. She didn't get the chance to voice any words before he climbed on the bed, straddled her waist, facing her feet.
He aimed the remote at the stereo and without further ado, A Little Drummer Boy, started to play. And her bottom became the drums that rat... a tat... tat, rat... a tat... tat, bore the rhythm of the famous Christmas song.
"What the...?" Her eyes popped open in surprise.
"Sshhhh... lay still. It's time to spank to the music."
To this day, every time she hears the Little Drummer Boy, she remembers that spanking and the intimacy that followed. She can feel the ghost of each smack from his hand as the drummer strikes the snare drum with his stick.
It's a good memory.