Page 83 of Santa Daddies
Okay, that didn’t sound too bad. It might take me the rest of my life, but at least I could…
No way is it going to be that easy.
She was right. This was my Daddy and he was a man who didn’t just let things go. He was intensely fair and unfailingly patient, but he was also extremely creative.
“This payment. You are speaking legal tender, correct? Like in actual currency, right?”
“I’d hardly need to write anything down if this was going to be a cash transaction, babygirl.”
“Then how…”
“That’s what my list is for.”
Right. He’d mentioned a list. “So, therewon’tbe any cash or any spanks on this list?”
“Are you trying to put words in my mouth, little girl?”
“Daddy! Are you trying to drive me batshit crazy? Ouch!” I rubbed my butt where he’d just swatted me. “And no fair. I didn’t know we were already starting!”
“We’re not, and that wouldn’t count even if we were. That one was for cursing.”
“Okay, fair enough. But seriously, Daddy, if you don’t want me to go batty, you’ve gotta tell me. Is this payment going to include spankings or not?”
He bent to kiss the top of my head. “That’s why I’m making a nice long Christmas list.”
“Do you honestly believe it’s fair to steal that list-making idea from a nice jolly old man whose entire reason for existence is to bring nothing but happiness and joy to` everyone? What must poor Santa be thinking?”
He didn’t even attempt to hide his amusement. This time the chuckle was quite audible and if Daddy had a big belly, I was positive it would indeed be shaking like a bowl full of jelly. “I’m thinking I know exactly what he’d be thinking. That is if we’re talking about the same Santa who is so professional he not only knows who’s been nice, he also knows who’s been naughty. In fact, if you recall, he not only has a list, he checks it twice.”
Trust him to hit below the belt. I couldn’t argue with that as I’d already asked him to pull down the boxes of decorations and had already laid out our stockings for that magical morning and I’d been hinting at the perfect gifts for the past month or so. I gave an exaggerated sigh. “This is one time when I’d really, really rather believe in my version of Santa, Daddy.”
His smile slowly curled his lips, making my heart beat faster. “I like that.”
“Like what?”
“Santa Daddy, I think calling me that will remind you that Santa is always watching. There is one difference you might want to consider.”
I was positive I was going to regret asking, but who was I kidding? There was no way I couldn’t. “What difference, Daddy?”
“Santa has billions of Littles to watch and consider, but your Santa Daddy can focus his complete attention on just one Little girl to make sure that by Christmas morning her debt will be paid and her stocking won’t be filled with coal.”
“Well, aren’t I just the luckiest Little girl in the entire world.” I barely managed to stop the roll of my eyes and his dimple deepened in amusement. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’d hate for you to spend the entire season with such a burden. Perhaps instead of some mean old list, I can writeyoua list reminding you of all the fabulous ways I show you exactly howniceI can be. Don’t you think that’s a far better idea, Santa Daddy?”
“You’re just too adorable, but I’m pretty sure I’m up to the challenge, arthritis and all.”
I might have challenged that except before I could, he pressed his lips to mine. This time when I closed my eyes, it wasn’t an attempt to block out the boxes stacked everywhere, but to sink into the bliss that always swallowed me when the loveof my life kissed me as if he were a man starving for affection. When he pulled away, my attempt to grab his shirt and pull him back for another kiss was thwarted when he plucked a piggie from the open box and pressed it into my hand instead.
“Better get busy finding some stys for your piggies. We’ve got guests coming for dinner, remember.”
In all my pig panic, I’d totally forgotten it was our turn to host dinner. Once a month our circle of friends would all get together to enjoy a meal and each other’s company. While we’d often meet at the club over the weekend, these nights were just to kick back. We’d eat, maybe play a board game or two and relax. Though with Christmas fastly approaching, tonight we’d also start planning the party we hosted every year for the club members.
“Okay, Santa Daddy. I’ve got this.” I tossed the piggie back into the box and then grabbed it and the two beneath it and started to head toward the door but paused. “You’re only restricting our bedroom, right?”
His head stopped mid-bob. “Thank you for asking. Consider my office a pig-free zone as well.”
“You don’t even use all your office, Daddy. It’s just wasted space. I’m sure you wouldn’t even notice a few boxes.”
“It’s not wasted, but if you’re okay with a squadron of piggy eyes staring at you while I bend you over my desk and pull your panti?—”
