“The smallest is just for fun,” Daddy explained. “Middle is for when you’ve been naughty and need to be reminded of your place. And the largest, well, that’s to get you ready for Daddy’s cock in your pretty little bottom.”

“Really?”

“Yes, baby. I ordered those weeks ago, just for you. I’ve been planning on making you mine, in every possible way, for a long time now. Just had to get out of my own head, first.”

“Oh, thank you, Daddy! This is the best Christmas presentever!”

“I’m glad you think so,” he said with a chuckle. “Because you’re going to wear the small plug all day long today. And when we get home, Daddy’s going to put the big plug in so tonight you can finally take Daddy’s cock in your bottom like the good little girl you are.”

“You want me to wear a plug while we… With your… Oh my god.”

“Yes, I want you to wear that plug while you eat dinner with my family. And while you open presents. All day, Taylor Grace. If I find out you’ve removed it without permission, you’ll take Daddy’s cock in your asswithoutbeing allowed to come.”

“But what if I need to potty? Like, um, more than just pee?”

“Then you can find Daddy and ask me to remove it for you. Nobody is going to blink an eye at us disappearing together for a few minutes.”

“That’s soembarrassing.” And it was, though her pussy couldn’t seem to tell the difference between ‘humiliating’ and ‘hot as hell’.

“I’m sure it is. But you’re going to do as I ask, aren’t you? Because you’re my good girl and you want to make Daddy happy.”

Dammit, he had her there. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, if you want to play with your new bath toys we need to get a move on. And Daddy needs to get that bottom nice and clean for your plug.”

This was going to be alongChristmas Day.

The only thing more adorable than watching Taylor squirm in her seat after a spanking was watching her squirm because she had a plug in her bottom and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position in the car.

“Daddy, do I really need to wear thisallday?” she whined as she shifted positions again.

“Yes. And if you ask again, I’ll swap it out for the naughty plug.”

“Wait. Did you bring that with you?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god.” Face as red as Rudolph’s nose, she slid down in the seat. “I changed my mind. I want my soft, cuddly Daddy back.”

For just a moment, guilt stabbed at him. But then he remembered the conversation they’d had the night before and how she’d confessed to deliberately baiting him so he would punish her. With that in mind, he looked over, raising an eyebrow in the stern ‘Daddy look’ he knew made her tummy flutter in all the best ways. “What happens to liars in our house, Taylor Grace?”

“They get soap,” she grumbled, a pout forming on her lips.

“Mmhmm. So unless you want to get your mouth washed out at Mama’s house, I suggest you stop telling fibs.”

“Yes, Daddy.” The response was delivered with a dramatic sigh and it was all he could do not to burst into laughter.

Luckily for his babygirl, they turned onto his parents’ street a few minutes later. Dom’s SUV was already in the driveway, which meant they were the last to arrive. He parked on the street and took his time walking around to the passenger side to help Taylor out. A move that did not go unnoticed by his Little girl, if the glare she shot him was anything to judge by.

Carrying the squash casserole he’d been instructed to bring under one arm, he took Taylor’s hand with the other as they made their way into the house.

“There you are!” His mom’s face, flushed with the heat from the kitchen she’d no doubt been occupying since before the sun rose, lit with joy when they stepped inside. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”

It was a rebuke, albeit a mild one, and he bit back a sigh as he leaned down to brush a kiss across her cheek. “We were having a bit of a lazy morning, Mama. But we’re here now. Do you need help with anything?”

“Lazy morning, huh?” His mom’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Is Taylor feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, Mama. No morning sickness here,” Taylor said with a dry amusement that had Ian coughing to cover up a laugh.