Page 18 of Babygirl for Christmas

CHERRY

I knew it was Nick.Excitement bubbles up inside me every time I think about it. As soon as I was done kissing him and being kissed silly by him, I ripped into my package, smiling as it dawns on me exactly what he brought… all the ingredients to make my favorite cookies and peanut brittle—two must-haves for Christmas.

The house smells like buttery cookies and caramelized sugar. Basically, it smells like deliciousness. I chomp on my third piece of peanut brittle, and Nick gives me a disapproving look. I shrug. “Christmas candy is a weakness.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “Maybe we can save some for tomorrow?”

I giggle. “I suppose so. Ooo! The cookies are cool. Time for the best part—icing!”

We’ve decorated the first dozen cookies, and my kitchen looks like a tornado struck. I’m just about to set my newest creation on the platter when I trip over my own feet and almost drop the cookie. I catch myself and the cookie—icing side down.

“Darn, that was the prettiest snowflake,” I say with a pout.

“What happened?” Nick asks from the living room where he was unpacking some more of grandma’s Christmas decorations.

“I dropped the prettiest cookie that I decorated specially for you.”

He comes to my side and takes the cookie from my fingers. He eats it in one big bite. “Still delicious.”

I give him an incredulous look, then show him the icing on my palm. “You missed some.”

He grabs ahold of my wrist, brings my hand to his mouth, and licks some of the icing off my fingers. A shiver of arousal stirs inside when he sucks a finger between his devilish lips. He pulls away with a teasing wink. “Tastes just like sweet Cherry.”

He moves to walk back to the living room, and I can’t believe he’s going to leave me standing here all hot and bothered. I call his name, and he spins around just in time for me to wipe my hand down his cheek, leaving a trail of white frosting and sparkly sprinkles. He blinks at me a few times and then growls.

“You’re in trouble now, little girl.”

I giggle, then take off down the hallway towards the bathroom. I’m almost safe, but his longer strides have him catching up and grabbing the door before I can shut and lock it. “Can’t we talk about this like rational adults?” I ask breathlessly, leaning against the door, trying to close it even though I know it’s no use.

“Says the little girl who smeared icing on me then ran,” he grumbles, but I can tell he’s more amused than upset with me. “Come on out, babygirl.”

I take a deep breath then let the door open all the way. I slap a hand over my mouth to cover my giggle when I see my handy work. He has icing on one side of his face, especially in his beard.

Whoops.

I look at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, daddy…”

He chuckles darkly. “Not yet, you’re not.”

My eyes widen at that. Something tells me my bottom is about to suffer for my impulsiveness. I squeal when Nick lifts me up over his shoulder and carries me like a sack of potatoes back down the hallway to the kitchen. He unceremoniously sets me down on my feet, then spins me around so my hands are braced on the countertop.

I gasp when he pulls my leggings and panties down to my knees in one quick motion. His hand crashes down on each cheek in a resounding smack. My bottom burns where his hands swatted. Then he starts spanking me until my whole bottom is hot, and my pussy is achy. I knew that reading about spankings was a turn on for me… actually being spanked is sexier than I ever thought. Even as the pain blossoms, the heat in my pussy grows.

I know this isn’t a real punishment. Nick isn’t angry at me, this is definitely a funishment, but it still hurts so good. “Daddy,” I gasp when his hand strikes the sensitive place between my thighs and bottom. He spanks the other side, evening out the pain. I raise up on my toes when he levels two more spanks in the same place. Then his hands are kneading and rubbing my smarting ass. The pain turns into warmth, the warmth into an unquenched thirst.

“Please… Nick…”

His fingers slip through my soaked folds. My knees nearly buckle when he circles my clit. He pins me between his body and the counter as he fingers my pussy, driving my need for release higher and higher.

“Daddy! Oh, please, fuck me!” I sob, begging him.

His hand crashes down on my sore bottom. “Language.”

“Eek! Sorry…”

He stands me upright and whips off my shirt and bra. I shiver when he pushes me down on the cold marble countertop. My nipples pebble, and goosebumps skate down my spine. Then he has his cock poised at my entrance, and I forget about everything else. My sole focus on the thick cock that’s sliding inside me.

“Fuck, babygirl. You’re so tight. I can’t go slow…”

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