Page 270 of Santa Daddies
“I would never, baby. Not. Ever.”
The tension left her and she slid her thumb back into her mouth.
“Don’t put your thumb back in,” he told her. “You still need to have this medicine.”
She shook her head.
“No? Do you think you get to tell Daddy no?”
Something filled her eyes. Something warm and longing.
She nodded, her eyes dancing.
Maybe she was pushing him on purpose to see what he’d do. Or perhaps Little Alice just didn’t like to do as she was told. Either way, he was prepared for this. He’d been reading up on being a good Daddy Dom and Lochlan had answered a number of his questions.
“Well, it’s just as well I’ve got some different medicine, isn’t it?” he said.
She tilted her head, studying him with narrowed eyes. She could probably hear the faint smugness in his voice.
“It goes in a different hole,” he told her.
Those blue eyes widened and she let out a high, squeaky noise. She pulled her thumb from her mouth. “What do you mean, Daddy? Where does it go?”
“Up your bottom, of course.”
He didn’t. It was a bluff. But he had faith that she wouldn’t be able to figure that out.
“You do not.”
He just raised his eyebrows. “Are you calling Daddy a liar?”
Alice didn’t reply, just watched him steadily.
“I want you to take off your panties and then kneel on the floor with your body on the sofa cushion. Reach back and part your bottom cheeks. I’ll go get the special medicine I have for Little girls who won’t swallow their medicine.”
“I’ll swallow it! I’ll swallow it!” she cried, trying to grab the medicine from his hand.
“All right. That’s better, little girl. Open wide.”
After she opened her mouth, he placed the pills on her tongue. Then he held up the glass of water. It dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin slightly.
“Oopsy,” she said with a giggle.
Oh, she was much less worried in Little headspace. Big Alice would have been completely self-conscious over spilling water.
“That’s a good girl. Now, Daddy is going to make you a healthy dinner. What would you like to do while I make it?”
She wrinkled her nose, looking adorable. “Healthy dinner? I don’t need a healthy dinner. That sounds gross. I’d like grilled cheese.”
“What you need is vegetables,” he said firmly. “Would you like to watch a cartoon?”
“Nooo, I’m bored of television and of lying on the couch. I feel much better. I think I’ll go play in the snow.”
“You are absolutely not playing in the snow.”
She pouted. She did seem a lot better, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her go out in the snow. That was the worst thing for her.
“How about Daddy runs you a bath? I could find some toys for you to play with.”
