Page 19 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Oh god.It was happening. She was standing half naked in front of Eddie Mayer, and it wasn’t a dream. Well, it was, but like the good kind. The kind that came true. And Eddie wanted to be her Daddy. He was saying all the right things, and acting terribly Daddy-like, and it all seemed just… too good to be true. Dropping her crossed arms from her chest, she used her right hand to pinch her left arm.

Oh, god. It hurt. This was real.

“It’s real. It’s real, and you are about to get your bottom spanked.”

Oh, crap. He’d seen her.

She just nodded, watching him wordlessly, waiting for his instruction, wondering what he’d do next.

Eddie looked around the room, as if wondering the same thing. She saw his gaze linger on the bed, then on the straight-backed chairs in the kitchenette, and finally on the couch they’d recently vacated. And then, he walked away.

Only to the couch. Her eyes followed him as he sat, his thick thighs spreading out as they hit the cushions, creating a landing place for her body. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from those thighs. They were masked by the fabric of his slacks, but she wondered what they’d look like underneath his clothes.

“Come here, Teresa.” He used her name when he called her to him, pointing to the space on the floor directly between him.

For a moment, she didn’t think her legs were going to move. Her feet seemed to be glued to the floor, but she managed to make her way to where he pointed and stood in front of him.

“Do you know why you’re getting a spanking?”

The question took her breath away. This was how the Daddies did it in the books she read, but she’d never imagined having to answer the question herself. Her throat felt like it was full of sawdust.

“I… um… we broke into your house,” she admitted. Her hands flew back to cover her bottom. “There was a key in the flowerpot! It’s not like we picked the lock or broke a window or something!”

Eddie gave her a look that said he wasn’t buying it, a look that was so very Daddy. “Did you have permission to use the key, or to enter my house? Did you even tell me you’d been there?”

“Well… no…”

“And that’s why you’re getting a spanking. A long-overdue, much-deserved spanking. But before we begin, I owe you an apology, little one.”

“What?” She couldn’t disguise her surprise. “For what?”

“For making you wait so long. For toying with your emotions. I didn’t mean to. I wanted…” He swallowed, thickly, and for the first time, it occurred to her that he was nervous too. “I wanted to, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I’m an experienced Dom, but I’ve never been a Daddy. And it’s different in a club. There’s an expectation, an understanding. I didn’t have that with you, and well… I was waiting for your cue, but I should have been more forward. I should have acted like a Daddy. I should have just asked for it.”

The anger she’d felt when he dropped her off after dinner that first October night, and every bossy time he’d texted her since faded away with his heartfelt apology. Every bit of hesitation and fear she’d felt over going through with this dissolved into nothingness, and the misunderstanding flowed away like water under the proverbial bridge.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, Daddy. And I’m sorry for breaking into your house. Even with a key, I knew it was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done it. I’ve felt guilty for a long time. Th—” Her apology was cut short with his finger pressed against her lips.

“I’ll hear your sorries when they are falling from your pretty little lips as my hand crashes against your naughty bottom.”

Holy shit. Her pussy clenched and whooshed, dampening her panties. “Yes… Daddy.”

He took her hand and in one quick motion, tipped her facedown across his lap. His thighs were muscular and hard against her belly, and she could feel his erection.

“I should have brought my playbag, but I didn’t, so I’m going to use my hand, and I’m going to lower your panties, and give you a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking.”

“They have stuff… um… implements and things in the gift shop,” she offered weakly. Her immediate reaction was to smack her forehead at her own silliness, but before she could, Eddie captured her hands and pinned them to the center of her back with one of his. He tucked her body tightly against his waist and crossed one leg over the top of both of hers, pinning her into place. Even if she wanted to get away, she wouldn’t be able to.

What was her safeword again? Oh yeah, apple.

“This is a punishment, and it’s supposed to hurt, but if something is wrong, or you need to say something, or you just need a minute to breathe, call out apple and we’ll stop,” he reminded her as if reading her mind.

The air around them seemed to move as he lifted is hand, poising it above her bottom. Tizzy braced herself, at the same time she inwardly scolded herself for making a big deal out of something that was probably nothing. How bad could it be, really?

Chapter 7

Teresa

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