Page 273 of Santa Daddies
“Of course, baby.” He leaned over to grab the water jug he’d brought to the table and filled up her glass. As he turned back, he noticed that some of the vegetables on her plate were gone and she was chewing.
Hmm. Her chewing was very exaggerated.
With an internal shrug, he filled up her glass with water. She chugged the water down.
“I’m just gonna go fill the jug up with more water,” she told him.
“I’ll do that.”
She didn’t protest. Which was . . . odd. Getting up, he moved to the kitchen and filled the jug with more water. When he turned back, he noticed her leaning over and slipping some of the vegetables from her plate onto the wooden chair beside her.
That. Little. Brat.
He moved up behind and set the jug down quietly on the table, making her jump.
“Daddy! You move so quietly,” she complained.
“You know, I think I’ll sit next to you,” he told her, drawing out the chair with the vegetables on it.
“Daddy, no!” she cried. “Not that seat!”
“Why not?” He drew it out and stared down at the vegetables. “What do we have here?”
“Oh, how did those get there?” she asked with mock surprise.
“Little girl, you might want to explain what you think you were doing,” he warned.
“The veggies are icky, Daddy,” she complained.
“They are good for you,” he told her firmly. “And you need to eat them. It’s very naughty to pretend to eat them. What were you going to do with them?”
“I was gonna wait until you were in the toilet and throw them in the garbage. I wouldn’t have left them there.”
He shook his head. “That’s very naughty. I’m afraid you’re going to be punished.”
“No, Daddy! I don’t want to be punished.”
“Well, Daddy doesn’t want to have to do it. But it’s what’s best for you.”
She gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t see how it is, Daddy. That sounds like Daddy logic.”
“Well, call it what you like. You’re going to get your butt spanked. After you eat some veggies.”
“But they’re all gone, Daddy!”
“Luckily, I have more.”
What had she been thinking?
She liked pumpkin! Why hadn’t she just eaten it? Now, she was bent over the back of the sofa with her bare bottom on display, waiting for Daddy to spank her.
Not cool.
“I don’t know if I should be spanked when I’m sick,” she said desperately as she felt him come up behind her. He rested his warm hand on the small of her back.
“I think if you’re well enough to misbehave, you’re well enough to be spanked. But if you need me to stop at any time, you just need to say your safeword.” He rubbed her bottom. “But I think you did this because you wanted to know whether Daddy would follow through and punish you. And how you would feel about it.”
Drat.
