Page 13 of Santa Daddies
Her head bobbed quickly and I cleared my throat.
“Green.”
“I don’t have anything here besides my hand, a belt, and probably some kitchen utensils like a wooden spoon or spatula. Do any of those scare you?”
She shook her head, catches herself and says, “No, they’re all good.” She paused and very shyly added, “I also have a wooden hairbrush in my purse.”
My mouth turned up on one side. “Oh, you’ve been thinking a lot about this, huh, Little Red?”
“Yes.”
“I gave her ass another dirty squeeze. “That’syes, Daddy, yes, Santa, or yes, Sir, yeah?”
“Yes, Daddy,”
“Good girl.”
“Have you been spanked before?”
“No, Daddy.” I gave her five hard smacks to her bottom, and she squirmed on my lap.
“Then how do you know if you’re good with implements?”
“Er…”
“Have you tried them on yourself?”
Her head bobbed. “And thinking about being spanked with them makes me so wet.”
“Okay, honey, how about bondage? Being tied up or retrained? Does that rev your engine?”
Another head bob.
I spanked her again, harder this time and I didn’t stop until her bottom was rosy and she was gasping and trying to block my hand. “Use your words, Little Red.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Choking?”
“Yellow."
“Degradation? Like calling you a dirty slut.”
“I don’t think so. Red.”
“Butt stuff?”
“Not sure. Yellow.”
“Hair pulling?” I gave the hair I was still hold a firm tug.
“Mm. Love it. Green.”
“Oral?”
“Yes. Green, green, green.”
“Okay,” I chuckled. “I think we have a good base. Can I trust you to communicate? You’ll use your traffic lights?”
