Page 50 of Daddy's Naughty List

A Little Christmas Booty

By Stella Moore

Chapter One

“Santa!”

Excitement coursed through Taylor Dawson’s veins as her cheers joined the rest of the crowd around her. It didn’t matter that she knew ‘Santa’ personally, and that she’d actually had a sleepover at his apartment the night before. He was no longer just Dominic, her best friend’s goofball of a Daddy.

Now he wasSanta.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, her own Daddy laughed at her exuberance. “Have you been a good girl this year, Tayter Tot?”

“Of course I have!” But doubt wiggled through, and she nibbled her bottom lip as she looked up at Ian through her lashes. “Haven’t I?”

“Hmm.” Pulling her closer, he scrunched up his face as he pretended to think about it. “Youhavebeen pretty well behaved the past few months. Probably because Carly’s been too tired to think up any good pranks.”

There was some truth to that. One of her other best friends in the whole word, Carly Crawford, had been pretty much out of commission for any naughtiness since she’d given birth to her bouncing baby girl back in October. Between Carly’s new baby and the holidays, their entire friend group had more or less been on their best behavior recently. At least when they were together. Noelle got herself in plenty of trouble at home, despite having the most laid-back Daddy of the bunch, and Ginny couldn’t seem to go more than five minutes without intentionally getting under her Daddy’s skin. Which wasn’t all that different from how they’d beenbeforethey’d hooked up, except now Rex could spank her when she needled him.

And he took advantage of that privilege on a regular basis, from what Taylor had heard.

Then there was Jesse, who had both a Mommy and a Daddy to answer to. But they were all off in New Zealand, wrapping up filming on new movie Jesse was starring in, so nobody had really gotten to talk to her all that much. Or her mommy, Edie, who had been something of an honorary Auntie to the rest of the Littles in their group.

Taylor missed her every single day.

“Aw, baby. What’s wrong?” Ian pulled a hand free to wipe at the tears that had leaked from Taylor’s eyes without her even realizing it.

“I was just thinking how much I miss Edie. And Jesse. And everyone.”

“Poor Tayter Tot. I know it’s been hard having her gone so much. But you’ll see her at New Year’s.”

“That’sagesaway.” She knew she was whining, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She’d already been slipping into her Little space because of the Christmas parade, and thinking about how much she missed all her friends certainly hadn’t helped.

“It’s just a few more weeks, baby.” Ian’s voice was full of patience. “Look, the parade is almost over. Why don’t we go get some hot chocolate while we wait for Noelle and Dom?”

The promise of her favorite winter treat helped shake off some of the blues. “With marshmallows?”

“Of course.”

“And whipped cream?”

Doing his best to look stern, Ian raised an eyebrow. “Taylor…”

“I know, I know,” she said with an exaggerated sigh. “One or the other.”

“Good girl.”

As always, her Daddy’s praise made her heart beat a little faster. But as they walked toward the coffee shop where they’d agreed to meet up with Noelle and Dom after the parade, her mind drifted back to their earlier conversation.

She reallyhadbeen a very good girl lately. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten an actual spanking. There had been plenty of the sexy kind that got her blood pumping before she jumped her man’s bones, and the odd swat here or there when she got mouthy, but when was the last time she’d had a good, hard punishment?

The fact that she couldn’t remember told her it had been far too long.

Maybe it was time to fix that.

His Little girl was up to something. Normally she’d be a ball of excitement, talking nonstop about the parade and how much fun it had been to see ‘Santa’, pestering him for hints about the Christmas presents he’d strategically hidden around the house.

But not today. Taylor was completely silent the entire walk from the parade route to the coffee shop Dom frequented. It was far enough out of the way of the parade that it wasn’t completely packed, though there were still plenty of people milling about.

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