Page 19 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Yes, Daddy,” she was quick to respond.

“Good girl.” Slowly, Daddy began to move her clothing so that her panties were exposed. Rather than taking them down right away, he began to rub her pantied behind instead. Sara thought of asking why he did that, but not wanting to risk coming across as difficult again, she bore it in silence. Besides which, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite,actually.

But all too soon his thumbs hooked inside her panties and slowly, very slowly, the fabric came down, baring her bottom completely. Daddy did not get to spanking right away, but instead waited, allowing her to feel the full weight of the shame of what was about to happen. What made it worse was that she now knew from experience exactly how bad it could be!

When the spanking began, it was with a flurry of smacks to the meatiest part of her bottom. Sara found her legs kicking up in protest, but Daddy sharply ordered her to lie still and she was chastised with a stinging smack to each thigh in turn.

“I’m sor-ry!” she wailed when it resumed.

“Then prove it by lying still like a good girl,” he replied with a smack to each cheek.

Sara obeyed, taking the spanking in silence expect for the moments when she couldn’t hold back a yelp. All in all, it was over quickly. As soon as her cheeks began to feel sore and tingly all over, he pulled her panties back up, righted her pants, and then helped her to sit.

“Now, what do you say?” he prompted, tilting her chin so that she had no choice but to look into his solemn blue eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“For?”

“I’m sorry for not obeying,” she said in a slightly pouty little-girl voice. “It won’t happen again, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will,” he chuckled, chucking her chin lightly. “But don’t you worry, I’ll be here to help you each and every time it does.”

“Help?” she scoffed. “Is that what you call it?”

“Well, you didn’t want to sit today anyway, did you?” he teased.

“Hmph!” She made a face.

“Don’t forget, you will still have lines to write when we get home, but if you’re ready to be a good girl now, we’ll get going.”

Sara considered pouting some more, because her bottom reallydidsting, but in the end she decided she wanted to enjoy the fair so she nodded her agreement. By the time that Alex had walked around and opened her door and offered a hand to help her out she’d decided that she wasn’t quite so mad at him, after all.

As soon as she stepped outside she inhaled deeply and a wide smile spread across her face. Yep, they were at the fair all right! She could smell funnel cake and bratwurst even from the parking lot.

“You know, I think that’s the first real smile I’ve seen on you since you came back to town.”

“Oh, stop,” she giggled. “It is not!”

“It’s the first one that makes you look like you—like an excited girl with the world at her feet.”

“I’m not actually a little girl, Alex,” she reminded him softly, batting her eyelashes.

“I know, but regardless of what age is on your driver’s license, you’ve always had a free spirit. That’s one of the things I love about you.” Before she could venture to ask him what else helovedabout her, she found herself being pulled into his embrace, his large hand cupping each of her ass cheeks in turn and giving them a little squeeze. “And that’sDaddyto you, little girl.”

Something about the way he said it made an excited shiver—she felt so utterly possessed and dearly loved in this moment—skitter down her spine. “Yes, Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl. Now, what would you like to ride first?”

“The carousel!” she answered without hesitation, making Daddy Alex chuckle. “Come on, let’s go!” And when she took him by the hand and tugged insistently, he followed her lead just as he’d promised that he would.

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Sara was enjoying their first outing very much. The same smile that Daddy Alex had admired in the parking lot hadn’t left her face since they’d walked through the gates. Daddy had bought wristbands for both of them and they’d spent the last three hours riding anything and everything that caught her eye—sometimes twice! Daddy had even played the water-gun race game and won her a huge brown teddy bear with the cutest brown eyes. She’d squealed when he’d picked it out, and ignored his grumblings that he probably would have spent less if he’d gotten it from Walmart. She’d responded by throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck in gratitude, which had immediately silenced the grousing.

He’d finally, reluctantly, agreed to let her try her hand at the rock climbing, though he hadn’t been too keen on it. She’d been allowed to do everything else she wanted, so it had come as a surprise when, after pulling him over to the rock wall—which was made to look like a mountain—set up that he would say no.

“I’m sorry, Sara, but I don’t like it,” he said, eyeing the water ride that had been set up right next to it. Every time the boats came flying down the coaster, the ‘mountain’ got a nice splash.

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