Page 16 of Babygirl for Christmas

“Oh my gosh! Nick, look!” I say, pointing out the obvious, “Someone put up Christmas lights!”

A smirk raises the corner of his serious lips, and he loses a bit of that grim determination. Even though I want to jump out of the truck and admire the beautiful decorations, I stay still—well, I’m bouncing in my seat like a crazy person, but I remain in my seat until Nick comes around and lifts me out of the truck.

As soon as he sets me down, I’m running around the yard, admiring all the pretty lights and the other Christmas decorations. Some of them I recognize as things that’ve been in Mrs. Peter’s yard over the years.

I see the envelope taped to my front door, and I excitedly rip it open. The card reads, “Never extinguish your light. -Santa”

Nick is looking at me through serious eyes as I read the card. I look up at him with a bright smile, knowing without a doubt that he is my Santa. I fall just a little bit more in love with him for keeping up this game even though he’s already got me.

“Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.”

I let out a sigh, not wanting to leave the gorgeous winter wonderland that Santa set up for me. Once inside, Nick helps me take off my coat and other winter weather things. He hangs them carefully in the closet, knowing how much it drives me crazy to have things lying about.

“Time for your spanking, babygirl,” he says, taking a seat on the couch and patting his knee.

A shiver rolls down my spine. I had a feeling this was coming but hearing the words from his mouth is something altogether different than just suspecting it would happen. “Why are you spanking me?” I whine. “I didn’t do anything!”

“This is a reminder that when I call, you need to answer,” he replies calmly.

“But, I was busy…” I pout.

“I know that you can’t answer while you’re working with clients, but when you’re not, I expect you to answer so I don’t worry. Hopefully, this spanking will serve as a reminder. Now get over here and lay across my lap. Be a good girl.”

He pats his lap again, and I slowly make my way to him. I lay across his lap, feeling vulnerable and contrite. I whimper when he raises my shirt and pulls down my leggings and panties in one motion.

“I think twenty should be a good enough reminder, don’t you?”

“Twenty!?” I say, shocked and not just a little terrified at the idea of getting twenty spanks with Nicks big, hard palm.

Oh, God, this is going to hurt.

“Yes, and if you don’t stay still it’ll be more,” he scolds.

I didn’t even realize I was trying to buck myself off his lap until he says that. I instantly still, laying resigned over his knees like a naughty girl awaiting her punishment. The first swat doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as I anticipated. In fact, none of them hurt badly at all, not like I thought they would. By the tenth one, I’m shifting in his lap, but instead of trying to get away from him, I’m arching into the wickedness of his hand. My pussy is slick with desire, and if I wasn’t so turned on, I might be embarrassed by that fact.

The eleventh swat has me screeching. “Ow! That hurt!”

Nick rubs the spot he spanked, massaging out the pain. “It’s not supposed to feel good, babygirl. It’s a punishment.”

The next four swats are just as firm. From there, they just get harder and harder until I’m limp and crying over his lap. He’s right that this is a very good reminder to never ignore his calls again. He lifts me up and cradles me in his arms. My sore bottom grates across the rough material of his jeans, and I whimper.

“That’s a good girl. You took your punishment so well.”

I sniffle and curl into him. He shushes me and rubs his palm up and down my back until my tears have subsided and I’m feeling thoroughly chastised. With a finger under my chin, he lifts my face to his and kisses me. The kiss starts sweet, but then the heat builds. A fire I didn’t realize was being stoked rages through my body. My wet pussy clenching emptily, desperate to be filled. I squirm on Nick’s lap, feeling the hard bar of his cock against my bottom.

He groans when I reach between us and squeeze him through his jeans. “Daddy, please… I’ll be a good girl,” I promise, rubbing his cock as best I can in the small space between our bodies.

With a possessive growl, he stands with me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He tosses me on the bed, then tugs me down to where my butt is hanging just barely on the edge. Nick yanks my boots and pants off leaving me bared from the waist down. I hardly have time to think before his mouth is on my pussy.

He licks and sucks, circling his tongue around my sensitive clit until I’m half-mad with lust. My orgasm rushes to the forefront, and there’s no holding it back as it crashes through me. I’m swept away by the intensity. Nick kisses his way up my body, pushing my shirt up over my breasts; I pull it off and toss it aside. He bites my nipple through my bra, and I shudder.

I groan when I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I peel my eyes open and look up at Nick. He looks at me with complete devotion. “I’m going to make you mine now, Cherry.”

“I want to be yours. Take what’s yours, daddy.”

He leans down and kisses me as he presses his cock past my entrance and deep into my needy pussy. I toss my head back, moaning as he slowly slips from me. My pussy clenches him, trying to keep him inside. When he’s poised just at my entrance, he pushes inside with the same careful slowness. He starts a slow rhythm that has me moaning and begging for more.

“You’re so fucking tight, babygirl. I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans. I can tell he’s barely hanging on to his self-control… self-control that I want desperately for him to lose.

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