Page 9 of Santa Daddies
I squinted. It looked like my signature, so I shrugged. “It is.”
“Okay good. We always double-check consent before we do this part of the show.” And then I’m whisked away again, and this time I land right at Santa Daddy’s side. And he smells amazing, like manly scented bodywash.
Ryder held up a big red sack and shook it. “Ladies, every good girl gets a present from Santa, but does anyone know what the naughty girls get?”
All the elves started chanting. “Spankings, spankings, spankings!”
My mouth dropped open, my heart picked up its pace, and something I guessed might resemble a menopausal hot flash hit me. Charlotte squealed and clapped her hands like a little girl, and the rest of the bridal party cheered like a Roman gladiator was about to fight a beast. Except I was neither beast nor gladiator and Santa Daddy might be both, all rolled into one hot man.
“This was your sister’s idea, not mine,” Charlotte said, leaning toward me. “Madly said you’d love it. We conspired before the show.”
Before I could reply to Charlotte, Santa Daddy grabbed my wrist, and I was upside-down over one of his thick sturdy thighs. Luckily, I was wearing lined black tights and a cute sweater dress that was meant for someone taller than me, so it sat at the top onmy knees rather than mid-thigh like it was meant to. Oh, it rode up in this position but that only brought it to my mid-thigh.
My head spun, round and round, and my middle fluttered like it was a shaken snow globe and a million snowflakes danced inside. I was over this sexy beast of a man’s knee about to be playfully spanked in front of my family, friends and more than a few strangers. And I couldn’t tell if it was a nightmare or a dream come true.
Santa wrapped his right leg over my bent ones, holding me in place just like the men in my fantasies did. And when he wrapped his hand around my hip and tugged me tightly to him, I yelped.
Oh, dear god, someone pinch me because I’ve clearly fallen asleep, and am drunk, in some corner somewhere and having an erotic dream.
“No falling off now, naughty girl,” he ordered roughly, as if I had any control at all. And that was what made this so fucking delicious, wasn’t it? I had no control. I could enjoy it without being held responsible for asking to be spanked. Or made fun of because I wanted it more than my next breath.
Santa Daddy smacked my bottom in a pop that was in time with the music which had been turned back up, and I lurched a little on his lap.
“So naughty one, care to tell Santa Daddy what got you on his naughty list and earned you this little spanking?”
I swallowed hard as another smack landed and I tried my hardest to ignore the liquid heat pooling in my center and the swirling of my head.
“Um…” The world spun, my cheeks heated, and my bottom buzzed, but even more noticeable than all that was how every time Santa Daddy smacked his palm off my backside, my clit vibrated and that made my pussy ache for Santa Daddy’s…Christmas package.
“Um’s not a very good answer.” He chuckled, his rumbling voice seemingly directly connected to my pussy.
“Maybe it’s that this has been my fantasy for a long, long time,” I admitted to my own bewilderment.
He paused, his hand still on my bottom. He circled his big palm and my eyes almost rolled back in my head.Lower,my kitty screamed.Rub lower!
“You’ve fantasized about getting a spanking from Santa?” he asked, his voice low enough for only the two of us to hear. And while I was drunk, I thought his voice might’ve gone a bit deeper and raspier when he asked.
Everyone around us was still cheering and dancing as the elves handed out shots— delivering them in very sexy ways.
“Spanked, tied to his sleigh… bed, him delivering me his package...” I let my words trail off and I shrugged. Somehow through my alcoholic haze, I could hear my brain screaming for me to shut up, shut up, shut up! But I ignored it.
“Do you fantasize about the Easter Bunny, too?” He laughed but it was so throaty and sexy, I didn’t mind. Actually, I wanted to flip over on his lap, do my first ever crunch, and taste his sexy mouth.
“Nope. Just Santa, and Daddies in general.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” he murmured with a deep chuckle and gave my ass another slap, harder this time, as if knowing exactly what I wanted.
“The Santa thing is sexy and fun, but kind of optional really. I mean this is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of fun, but I’ve always wanted a Daddy Dom. Not that I’ve ever experienced it, or anything kinky like that… mmm.” I ended my rambling with a throaty moan because he kept spanking me harder and I loved the sting his palm left of my ass. I whimpered a little then as his hand started to massage me in between spanks.
“You sure know what you’re doing,” I blurted breathily.
“How much have you had to drink, young lady?” He moved me swiftly until my bottom was perched on his sturdy thigh, my nether region buzzing hot, hot, hot.
“Why? You gonna raise up my dress and lower my tights and panties and spank me for real, Santa Daddy?” I giggled but it made me hiccup, or maybe that was his serious look—brow arched and a grumpy, frowny mouth.
“That’s exactly what you need. And when you’re good and sorry for your naughty behavior, you deserve a different kind of licking.” Heat flared in his eyes, and they no longer looked so stormy gray-blue. The looked a deeper shade of blue, sort of like a bottomless sea.
I swallowed hard. His words paired with his serious heated gaze made everything in me pound with need.
