Page 113 of A Very Naughty Christmas

I didn’t realize I had been so loud, but I guessed all my pillow punching and gruntingcarried to his office.

“My eyes won’t stay closed and my brain won’t shut off. I want to go to sleep, so Santa can come, but I’m too excited.”

“Why don’t you try counting sheep, while I rub your back?” he asked, coming to the side of the bed and sitting down.

I knew that wouldn’t work for me. Counting sheep required too much energy and concentration. If I focused on that, then I would never fall asleep.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I knew something that always made me very sleepy.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, honey?” he answered, placing his arms on either side of my body.

“Can you please give me a spanking?”

“A spanking?” His eyebrows drew together in confusion. “That isn’t something that you normally ask for. In fact, you always try to get out of any spankings that you earn.”

I thought about what I wanted to say next. He needed to understand that I needed this.

“I know, but counting sheep isn’t going to make me fall asleep. I know that receiving a spanking will.”

His lips pursed together as if he was deep in thought. Finally, he said, “Okay, sweetheart. Over my lap.”

He turned so his arms were no longer encircling me. Now he was sitting on the side of the bed.

I climbed onto his lap, my head and upper body going over the side of his legs. I braced my hands on the floor, to keep my balance.

He unsnapped the convenient back opening of my footie pajamas and pulled my panties down so my backside was revealed to him.

I tensed up as the air tickled my exposed bottom. I knew I had asked for this, but that didn’t mean I was going to enjoy the pain.

“Relax, baby girl,” he commanded, gently rubbing each cheek. “Tonight, this spanking is going to feel good. You’ve done nothing wrong, so I won’t punish you. Lie back and accept the sensations.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My cheeks relaxed a bit thanks to what he said and his constant rubbing. There was no way I could stay tense when he kneaded, squeezed, and stroked with his big, warm, comforting hands.

When the first smack fell on my ass, I was a bit surprised. It hit my cheek and it sounded like how my punishment spankings sounded, but instead of feeling the sharp bite ofpain, it was a subtle sting and after a moment, the sensation moved to my pussy, making it tingle.

Several more smacks fell onto my ass. He alternated the cheek and place where they fell and soon the tingling in my pussy became an intense pulse. My inner thighs were soaked from my juices.

He would take small breaks, where he rubbed my backside, spreading the heat around. Instead of hurting, it actually felt really pleasant.

This confused me even more. Why would a spanking feel good? It never had in the past before when I was being my little girl self.

In fact, this spanking wasn’t making me sleepy at all. It was turning me on!

As if he could read my mind, Drew asked, “Are you getting aroused from your spanking, dear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hmmm.” His fingers slipped between my thighs and skirted around my labial lips before finally diving into my drenched channel. “You certainly are wet. Would you like me to relieve the ache?”

“Mhmm,” I mumbled, grinding my pelvis against his lap.

He landed another two smacks to my bottom. These hurt a bit more than the previous ones, but only for a moment. The pain intensified my arousal.

“Use your words.”

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