Page 87 of Daddy's Naughty List

“You will not die. What youaregoing to do, is use the potty before we go downstairs.”

Now she was the one groaning as she dragged herself to the bathroom. “You’re so bossy today.”

Leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed, watching her as she peeled her pajama bottoms down, Daddy grinned. “I suppose that’s your fault for reminding me how much I love being your Daddy.”

“Oh.” Well, she couldn’t complain about that, could she? Not when her heart was fluttering happily at his words.

After what felt like forever, they’d both used the bathroom and washed their hands, and Daddyfinallysaid they could go downstairs. But he insisted on holding her hand the whole way down so she wouldn’t “get too excited and fall” according to him.

And again, she couldn’t complain. Being her Daddy’s Baby was quickly becoming one of her favorite things.

“Daddy, look!” Bouncing excitedly beside him, she pointed to the tree, where a stack of presents had appeared overnight. “Santa came! Santa came!”

“So he did. Do you want to see what he brought you?”

“Yes!”

“Go on, baby.”

The moment he let go of her hand, she raced to the tree, all but diving into the stack of presents. One by one, she inspected the tags, handing Daddy all of his gifts and making a stack for herself beside the tree. When all the presents had been handed out, she grabbed the top gift from her pile and ripped open the wrapping paper.

“New mermaids!” she squealed, holding them to her chest. “Can I take a bath before we go to dinner so I can play with them, Daddy, please?”

“If we have time, baby.”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

Together, they opened their gifts, taking turns fussing over what ‘Santa’ had brought them. In the logical, grown-up part of her mind, she knew they’d bought the gifts for each other. But her Little was delighted by the magic of it all and didn’t care what Big Taylor thought of it.

She had marked a few of the presents ‘From Your Tayter Tot’ however, because they were special. Like the leather computer bag she’d bought him that looked old and antique even though it was brand new. It even had his initials stamped into the leather, and Daddy’s eyes were suspiciously wet as he ran his hand lovingly over the leather.

“This is beautiful, baby. Thank you. I can’t wait to use it when the new semester starts.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.”

Her own pile included a new Lego set based on one of her favorite movies, the video game she’d been begging him to buy her formonths, and a stack of toys for her Little.

She was just reaching for her new Lego set when Daddy cleared his throat. “I think you missed a gift, baby. Behind the tree.”

“Huh?” Rising up on her knees, she peered around the tree. Sure enough, there was a small box hidden way back behind the branches where she could barely see it.

It took her a moment to wiggle it out from behind the tree, and when she inspected the tag, her heart beat a tiny bit faster.

For my good girl. Love, Daddy

“Go ahead, baby. Open it.”

More carefully than she had any of the other gifts, she peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a large black box. If it had been smaller, she would have thought it was jewelry. But she had no clue what could possibly be in a box this size.

Until she lifted off the lid, and found herself staring down at three silver butt plugs, each one larger than the last.

“Read the bases.”

Face flaming hot, she picked up the first plug and turned it over. The base was a hot pink, and in black letters it saidGood Girl.

Returning the first plug to the satin casing, she picked up the second, which had the same hot pink on the bottom only this one saidNaughty Girl.

And then, finally, the third. Which readVery Good Girl.

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