Page 29 of A Little Christmas Wish

“I can’t?” he asked as he drew off her pants and pulled down her panties. “Why can’t I?”

“Because I already have a boo-boo.” She held up her bandaged hand. It was a naughty ploy, she knew that. But she had to use everything in her arsenal to avoid a hot bottom.

Right?

“I’m sorry, baby,” he told her in a soft voice.

Betsy breathed out a sigh of relief. Good. He was going to be reasonable about this.

“Is your hand that bad?”

“Well, it hurt at the time,” she prevaricated. It didn’t really hurt now. There was a low throb, but nothing that she couldn’t put up with.

“At the time? Does it hurt now?”

She sighed, knowing she couldn’t lie. “No, Daddy.”

“Right. So you’re just pretending that it hurts more than it does to get out of a spanking?”

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly.”

No, she wouldn’t say that because that would definitely get her a spanking.

“Hmm. You know I think you need to get a few more spanks than I was planning to give you.”

“Nooo. Not fair. This is all a conspiracy! Created by Daddies to make sure that they get to spank Littles bottoms.”

“Um, what? What’s a conspiracy?” he asked.

“Um. Well. I don’t know. I just know that it is.” Did it make sense? Not at all. Was she going to back down? Also, not at all.

“You’re cute, Button.”

“Does that get me out of a spanking?” she asked with hope.

“Nope.”

Drat.

Slap!

Ouch.

“Daddy, you didn’t warn me!” she complained.

“That’s not how this works.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Daddy, please, no!”

“I’m sorry, Button. But you shouldn’t have stomped your foot. You definitely shouldn’t have been texting while driving, even if you had stopped at a light. And then you shouldn’t have tried to get out of your spanking by pretending that your hand hurt too much. Should you?”

Darn it.

No, of course she shouldn’t have. But she had. And now her bottom was going to pay the price, wasn’t it?

Rats.

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