Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

christmas stuff

Even Sam didn't always have a free ticket, so she had to be punished from time to time ...

Does it feel darker today than usual?

Gabriel frowned as he stumbled in the half-dark outside the front door. The culprit was an oversized star with appendages of small fabric stars, fir trees, and loops in dark red, which partially obscured the outdoor lamp. And he'd stumbled over a collection of firs adorned with Christmas glitter balls and cones. With an annoyed groan, he unlocked the front door.

Well, wait, that's a consequence!

Like all years, it was time again. Although it was their first Christmas together in their own house, Gabriel thought of the year before, when his trailer wasn't spared being victimized by one or the other Christmas stuff. Women and decoration ... a hang-up one couldn't drive out of them. And now they had more space, and Gabriel had a bad feeling at the thought of what he could expect.

Although there were a few blows on her butt the year before, apparently, that was already forgotten. In the corridor, the whole force hit him. In several places, he spotted groups of owls and penguins with bows, nuts, pine cones, stars, moss, and other stuff.

No question, he liked Christmas. But one could overdo it and what he saw scared him. And that everything was in a different place was something that bothered him the most.

A little bit, he had to smile because if his wife did something, then also with full engagement. But the smile faded as he dropped onto the small bench in the corridor and jumped up with a suffocating cry. A fir tree made of wood, many stars with equally sharp points, and lots of glittering stuff in gold and silver hung on his pants.

"Samantha!"

He screamed so loud that almost the glass angels at the window were shivering.

"Oh, you're home ..."

With an innocent face, she greeted her husband. But from the tone of voice, she knew the time of day. Well, maybe it was all a bit exaggerated ...

"What the hell is that?!"

Sighing with annoyance, he plucked the remains of colorful wool from his pants.

"Come on ... it's Christmas soon. I made our house comfortable."

Sam wanted to hug her husband, but he turned away.

"I don't wanna share my home with a thousand reindeer and moose!"

"Moose are out. This year, owls are trendy."

By this cheeky answer, the young woman bit her lip when she saw Gabe's hard look –– his eyes formed into tiny slits.

"..."

"And that's why you bought all the stuff?"

Sam wanted to reply, but he stopped with a wave of his hand. If he had to talk that out, it would've been the straw that broke the camel's back.

On the contrary, Gabriel wasn't a fun killer, but more than enough is too much. So he decided to make the lesson more sustainable so that his wife would understand it because nothing would change if he only looked away. An Idea came to him.

"In half an hour. Playroom. Naked."

Sam went ashamed into the kitchen and prepared the dinner. She knew she'd exaggerated and worried about her husband's plans.

Meanwhile, Gabe made a detour through the house and went outside too. He shook his head at all that stuff, but he'd finished everything and waited patiently by the appointed time.

Sam was already standing in her place, which he'd assigned, presenting herself with legs slightly apart and hands clasped behind her head.

She had a funny feeling in her stomach when she saw the Christmas decoration on the table. Gabriel followed her gaze and smiled.

"Do you know why we're here?"

She nodded what he answered with a slap on her butt.

"Yes, Gabriel. I know that," Samantha muttered meekly.

"I thought I already made it clear to you last year that I didn't wanna be buried under a mountain of Christmas decorations!"

"Yes, I know."

For a moment, she rolled her eyes after that ... then felt his hand again.

"You said earlier, our house. I wanna remember exactly. This is our house. Not your house. I ain't just a guest here, even if you spend more time here. Therefore, I expect consideration for my needs," he continued unmistakably and humbly; his wife closed her eyes briefly.

"Yes, Gabe."

She knew he was right. He also has a right to a home by not being afraid to stumble over something at every step.

"That includes not having to walk to the front door in the dark. That I don't stumble on steps over moose, that I can sit down, when and where I want, without something drilling in my butt. And with the whole mess, I can't find anything!"

Anyone who keeps order is just too lazy to search ...

But she refused to accept these words because that could've ended badly. Gabriel looked straight at her and could see that she saw that she'd exaggerated.

"I'm sorry, Gabe."

"So that you realize it was too much of everything, I brought some of your decorative materials. We'll see if you'll also like to use them afterward."

With a smile, he picked up the silver ribbon, tied her hands behind her back, and then took the candles. Knowing it was standard candles, he dripped only three dark red and white drops on her skin from a very high distance. Nevertheless, she writhed under the brief pain.

The wooden fir tree on which Gabriel had already been sitting wasn't as good as the wooden paddle but left some beautiful prints on his wife's butt and hopefully just as impressed in her memory.

He doubted that the lesson was properly branded because he found it hard to be consistent with his wife, but he was looking forward to trying it again next year.

In the end, he lost sight of the goal, and both gave themselves entirely to the pleasure.

** In the next chapter ...

Gabriel loved to dress up, even if it was a bit strange