Page 11 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Wait a minute.” Teresa came to an abrupt halt and grunted a bit when her rear guard bumped into her. “I never said your brother was my Daddy. I—you—you told me to leave him alone.”

“Good grief, I can’t believe you even remember that. I told you that when we both got braces,” Georgie said. “I didn’t want your first time playing kissy-face to wind up lip locked with your metal stuck in my brother’s mouth. Now that you’re all grown up, I couldn’t think of a better partner for Eddie, though how he isn’t driving you nutso has me questioning the state of your head again. Lord knows the guy has been torturing me for my entire life.”

“That explains the coffee mug,” Teresa murmured, wondering why she felt a bit let down that his possession of the mug was not due to any kinky side he might have.

“What mug?” Georgie asked.

Feeling her face heating, Teresa shook her head. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

Georgie gave her a long look. “Whatever, but what does matter is do you or do you not want Eddie for your very own Daddy?”

If only it were that easy, Teresa thought. “I don’t even know if heisa Daddy. I mean, he’s been threatening to spank me from the moment he saw my fingernails, but he never said anything about wanting more than that.”

“Fingernails?” Wren asked, her crinkled brow showing her confusion.

“She means stars,” Georgie offered as if that cleared it up. “Ladies, tell our student what is the first sign that an adult isn’t just a Big but he is a Daddy?”

“They always threaten spankings!” three voices chorused as one.

“Exactly,” Georgie said, her blonde head nodding. “And where do Daddies who like to spank go with their Littles?”

“Rawhide Ranch!” the trio shouted together.

“Correct again,” Georgie’s blue eyes twinkled as if she were having the best time ever. “And, Teresa, how many times has Eddie repeated this threat?”

“A lot,” Teresa admitted. “After the great apple slide, he gave me a rain check and I thought he’d just forget about it, but he keeps dropping hints that he’s going to cash out and then he mentioned it again when we were in the cab… well, before he fell out that is.”

“Huh?” Hayleigh said.

Sadie giggled. “I think the rain check has something to do with the coming storm.”

“And the fingernail? And apples? And falling out of a cab?” Wren asked.

“I never said I was Sherlock Holmes, I can only do so much,” Sadie said with a shrug.

“None of that matters,” Georgia assured them. “All Teresa needs to know is what makes up about 99% of a Daddy and his Little’s love language?”

“Spankings!”

The yelled word had the straggling Littles still in the hallway looking over their shoulders with more than a few hands going back to cover an unprotected bottom. It also drew the attention of tall woman wearing a black skirt and a pristine white blouse. Her black hair shot through with silver strands was worn in a tight bun, but it was her eyes framed by thick-rimmed glasses that had every Little in sight go silent.

“Is there a problem here, ladies?” she asked, her gaze focused on their group.

“No, Nanny J,” the four Littles around Teresa echoed respectfully.

“We’re just um… showing Teresa around. She’s my maid of honor,” Georgie said as if needing to justify the fifth in their group.

“It’s nice to meet you, Teresa,” Nanny J said coming toward them.

Teresa could only stare as the woman seemed to float rather than actually take steps but when she came to a stop at their circle, Teresa swallowed hard and managed to say, “It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

“Since you’re a new Little, yelling is not allowed inside. It disrupts others in conversations and can upset the Littles in the nursery. Where do outdoor voices belong?”

Teresa’s mind raced as she realized this austere woman seemed to believe she was an official Little. If she corrected the assumption, would that cause Nanny J to separate her from the other four girls? Not sensing any help coming from her squad, and desperate for any advice they might offer, Teresa decided to simply say, “Um… outside?”

“Good girl, that’s correct.” Nanny J gave her a smile before looking over each of her companions. “As for you four, this is not the first time you’ve been warned. Do I need to call a meeting with your Daddies?”

“No, ma’am, we won’t shout again,” Sadie promised.

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