Page 87 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Daddy’s Little Elf

By

Meredith O’Reilly

Chapter One

“Drew, have you seen my briefcase?” Chloe asked as I took my final step down the stairs.

It was six-thirty in the morning. I hadn’t intended to get up this early on my day off, but when I’d rolled over in bed and tried to pull my wife closer, I’d discovered she wasn’t there, on our first day off. With our busy work schedules throughout the year, we hadn’t been able to spend much time together. So, Chloe and I decided to take a week off at Christmas, to reconnect.

“Your briefcase? Why would you need that?” I asked, walking into the living room, where she was bending down looking under the coffee table and moving pillows. I couldn’t imagine why she’d need it on the first day of our stay-cation.

While I was dressed in nothing but my boxers and a t-shirt, my wife was dressed in one of her business suits and her gorgeous red hair was done up in a high ponytail.

She straightened and turned toward me. Her face was flushed and she avoided eye contact. “I need to go to work today.”

“What? You told me that you were going to take this week off. We both decided to, so we could reconnect and celebrate Christmas all week long.”

As she looked guiltier by the second, biting her lip and avoiding my gaze, I found myself waking up more and as I did, I was getting angrier and angrier. My naughty submissive had lied to me.

“I know,” she murmured, while tucking her bangs behind her ear and still not looking at me, “but, something big came up and I need to go in. Aha! I remember where I put it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room.

Following after her, I took a couple of deep breaths, to curb my frustration. I didn’t want to start my day off with arguing with my wife, but I would if I had to.

When I reached the doorway, she was shrugging on her coat, her briefcase lying beside her on the kitchen chair.

“I found it,” she announced.

“That’s good, sweetheart. But might I remind you that you promised me that you would be taking this week off? It’s two days before Christmas. We were supposed to get the house ready, play out in the snow, bake cookies, and build a gingerbread house, among other fun things.”

From the sudden blush of her cheeks, she knew what I meant by fun things.

“I know, honey,” she said, taking a step closer to me, finally looking me in the eye.“But, as I told you before, something really important came up at work and I have to go.”

My lips pursed together as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Don’t you think our marriage is a bit more important than your work? It’s been weeks since you regressed to your little headspace. I know how much you need it and that you’re denying yourself that relaxation. Also, when was the last time that we had sex? I miss my feisty submissive.”

Along with being my wife, Chloe was also my submissive and little girl. She enjoyed being able to regress to a younger age, in order to let go of her stresses for a while. It brought me a feeling of satisfaction knowing that when she did age down, I could provide for her and keep her safe. When she wasn’t acting as my little girl, she acted as an adult.

We both thoroughly enjoyed kinky play in the bedroom and outside of it; she had a set of rules to follow and if she broke the rules, she would get punished. Tonight, her butt was going to be as red as a fire truck because she’d broken one of her promises to me.

I didn’t enjoy punishing her. However, I knew that this was what she and I needed. She liked having rules to follow and when we went for long periods of time, like now, where we didn’t get any kinky play in or she didn’t have time to relax as my baby girl, things became strained between us.

She looked sheepishly at me.

“That’s why I wanted you to take this week off, baby girl. It might sound silly, but I need the naughty parts of our lives as much as you do.”

She avoided eye contact with me again, as she bit her lip, something she only did when she was nervous.

“Honey, I understand what you’re saying and where you’re coming from, but I need to go to work today.” She picked up her briefcase and as she walked past me, leaned up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek before she left.

Standing alone in the kitchen, I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a few more deep breaths to calm myself. I would make sure that she understood that lying to me and putting our marriage second wasn’t an option.

Walking over to the coffeepot, I took my cup that was next to it and poured myself a drink. I took a long sip of it, hoping the caffeine would jumpstart my patience with my naughty little girl. She was going to need it.

As I drank, I thought about the things I had planned for us to do today. We were going to build a snowman with the foot of snow outside, and bake Christmas cookies while listening to Christmas music.

Afterwards, I had planned to watch silly Christmas movies with her. Now, all of that would have to be moved to a later date.

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