Page 113 of Santa Daddies
Marcie’s butt might be burning, but it didn’t hamper her from practically leaping off the table and running to me. I should sayattemptingto run. Her tights and panties tangled at her ankles had her doing more of a stumbling hop, step, hop, but her steps never even paused as she launched herself the final foot to fall into my lap.
“Owww!” she shrieked, almost toppling backward in her haste to lift her ass off my thighs.
Fortunately, my reflexes were good, and I caught and settled her on her feet. I kept my hand on her waist until she was steady. “Let’s get these off,” I suggested, bending to unbuckle her glittery, ruby-red slippers and putting them aside. I removed her tights and panties as she lifted first one foot and then the other. No longer encumbered, I gently lifted her to sit on my lap. She was absolutely adorable as her teeth caught her bottom lip in anticipation of the burn but then released it as her mouth formed the cutest little “O” as she found her ass hanging in mid-air as I’d spread my legs to allow her thighs to straddle mine without her bottom encountering anything but air.
Her lips curled and she gave me a smile that had my cock leaping yet again.
“Thank you, Santa Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, babygirl.” I uncapped the bottle and tilted it at her lips. “Drink.”
She obeyed, taking sips until I was satisfied that close to half the bottle had been consumed. Setting it back on the table, I unwrapped the chocolate bar and snapped off a section, then broke that further into three pieces. I chuckled as she stuck out her tongue without being told and I laid one rectangle onto its surface.
Her eyes rolled as she pulled her tongue back and let the chocolate melt as it flooded over her tastebuds. When it made its next appearance, I was ready and fed her another section. We continued the ritual until we were on the second row I’d broken from the bar. After only two rectangles, she shook her head.
“No more, Daddy. I don’t want to be so full I can’t enjoy the candy table.” Her smile faltered and her nose scrunched. “That is if we’re still going to the party?”
“Of course we are, babygirl. You were naughty but have paid the price and your slate is all clean again. We’re not only going to go, we’re going to dance and play and have a marvelous time celebrating getting all your little piggie friends out of the house.”
“Daddy!” she cried in mock outrage. “Don’t you mean finding allourprecious piggies their forever homes?”
I laughed and pulled her against my body in a hug. “You’re absolutely right. Though, I wouldn’t count on forever being very long.”
“Why not?” she asked, pushing away from my chest in order to look up at me.
“Did you forget every little pig comes with a mallet with the express purpose of being smashed and eaten?”
Her eyes rounded and then she smiled. “That’s okay, they’ll live forever in their new Mommies’ and Daddies’, and Littles’ hearts.”
I pulled her close a second time, this time slipping a hand beneath her chin to tilt her head back. “I couldn’t have said it better myself, babygirl,” I declared before bending to kiss her. Pulling back, I grinned. “My peppermint candy cane now tastes like it is covered in chocolate.”
She giggled and then ran her fingertips down my chest. “You might need to test that theory, Daddy. We could maybe do another taste test?”
I laughed as I stood, her arms scrambling to grab my neck as my arms slipped beneath her legs as I turned to carry her out of the kitchen.
“That’s a sweet offer and an excellent, very creative attempt to have your Daddy forget his own rules, but?—”
“But you don’t forget rules,” she said in a sing-song tone that had me laughing in acknowledgement that this hadn’t been the first time she’d tried to rush the “good-girl reward” she’d earn if she behaved herself after a spanking.
“Nope, I don’t.”
She sighed and then perked up when she realized our destination. “But like you always say, there’s a first time for everything, right, Daddy?”
I was a bit caught off guard until I set her down on her feet just inside our bedroom and she immediately made a beeline for the bed. Reaching out, I snagged her around her waist and hauled her back.
“Funny girl, I only came in here to get you some socks. I didn’t think you’d feel much like wearing tights tonight.”
Her eyes widened and her hands fluttered behind her as if just now remembering her hot bottom. She gave the bed a sad glance then looked up at me. “Thanks, Daddy. I didn’t think about that.”
I chuckled. “I guess you also didn’t think about the fact I can see all ten of your little piggies?”
Her gaze dropped to her bare feet, and she giggled. “You know, youcouldsee that as a sign that I’m practically nakey soooo, if you’d like–”
“I’d like, but not going to happen,” I said as I opened a dresser drawer and found a pair of white anklet socks with pretty green lace on the cuffs. Picking her up, I set her on the bed, getting a chuckle out of the fact she grimaced after giving it such a longing glance only a few moments earlier. I worked the socks over her feet after tickling her toes just because I could. Once her giggles paused, I slipped on her shoes, which I’d retrieved from the kitchen,and then lifted her off the bed again.
“But I’ll tell you a little secret if you’d like.”
Her head began to nod eagerly, and I grinned as I bent down to whisper close to her ear. “Santa Daddy is having a bit of discomfort himself.” As I spoke, I guided her hand to press against the large bulge tenting my pants.
