Page 92 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Oh! They love this new one! They think it’s even better than the old one!”

He continued to make the waterfall with the cup as my mermaids dove off the boat and swam around it.

All too soon, the waterfall stopped and he said, “Baby girl, play time is over, it’s time to wash you.”

“Five more minutes of play time!”

“No. Besides, if we went by your five minutes, we’d be here for another five hours.”

He took my toys out of the bath and dipped the pink washcloth into the water, before filling it with the lavender-scented body wash that I liked.

“Let’s do your back first.”

“Fine.” I knew there was no use arguing with him. Once my daddy made up his mind, it would be impossible to change.

He washed my back quickly, followed by my arms and my legs. When he ran the loofa over my nipples and between my thighs, I moaned at the friction caused by it. Those sweet feelings went away when he ran the loofa over my punished bottom. The loofa’s rough texture made my punished skin sting a little, although not nearly as bad as it had when I was being spanked.

“Time to wash your hair.”

He grabbed the cup that he had used as the makeshift waterfall, filling it and wetting my hair.

“Close your eyes and tilt your head back.”

I did as I was told and sighed when he began massaging my scalp. My daddy gave the very best scalp massages.

He rinsed my hair a couple more times and finally declared, “Time to get out.”

Before I could protest, he pulled the plug and was standing up, holding my big, thick towel wide open.

Carefully stepping out of the tub, I went into his arms and closed my eyes as he gently and quite thoroughly dried me off.

“What pajamas do you want to wear tonight, honey?”

“My polka-dot ones!” I loved those pajamas. They were a pair of footie pajamas and were so pretty and kept me super warm, especially during winter.

“Let’s go into the bedroom and I’ll grab them for you.”

I followed him into our room and watched as he pulled out the ones I required, a pair of polka-dot panties, and a pink sports bra to match.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

While holding onto his broad shoulders for balance, I stepped into the panties he held open for me. Next came my sports bra that he pulled over my head and adjusted over my breasts, before he helped me into my footie jammies.

“All dressed!” I declared, smiling when he zipped me up.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed, grinning gently down at me. I loved when he looked at me like that; it melted my heart. “Now it’s time to brush your hair. Can you grab your hairbrush and come sit on the bed?”

I felt my cheeks heat up when I reached for my brush, the same one he had just used to spank me. In my hand, it didn’t feel heavy or like it would hurt if used for a spanking, but I knew differently. When I handed it to him, he had a knowing look on his face as he thanked me.

I sat between his legs on the bed as he began to brush out my hair. My embarrassment disappeared when he began pulling it through my damp locks. This felt equally as good as when he massaged my scalp.

It felt so relaxing that I began to doze off. After the day I had, I was wiped.

“Hey, no falling asleep on me. We still need to eat dinner.”

The mention of food had me perking up as my stomach let out a grumble.

“Someone sounds hungry.”

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