Page 23 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Daddy! Look what I found!”

Teresa appeared before him hugging something to her chest like it was some sort of treasure.

“Let me guess.” Tapping his finger against his chin as if in deep thought, he then took an exaggerated large step backward and then another. When the pleasure in her eyes turned to puzzlement, he shrugged. “Just giving him some space.”

“Him?” Her gaze left his to dart about as if to find someone had joined them.

“Right.” Eddie gestured to the item she held. “I just don’t want to get trampled by Aladdin when you rub it.”

Her giggle was delightful, those auburn curls getting more mussed as she shook her head. “It’s not a lamp, silly, it’s bubble bath!” She held out the bottle. “Can you just imagine all the bubbles that will fit in that tub? It’s going to be epic! Maybe I should take a bath now. I mean we did travel today, and I swung on the swings, and—”

“A bath will have to wait,” Eddie interrupted before she got too worked up. “We’ve got to finish unpacking—”

“I’m almost finished—”

“Almost doesn’t count.” Eddie moved to her and wrapped his hand around the bottle. When she attempted to tighten her grasp, he cocked his eyebrow and looked down. “This can go one of two ways. I release it and you will march your cute little self right into that corner”—he use his free hand to point to the door which would lead to many a corner to choose from—“where you will spend time thinking about the dynamics of what having your own Daddy means or you can give it to me and tonight after we’ve had our discussion and you’ve had your spanking, Daddy will give you that bubble bath.”

Her eyes moved from his finger to the door, to the tub, to the bottle in her hand and finally to his face. “How about ‘C’?”

It was his turn to be a bit puzzled. “C?”

“A third choice. That’s where I give you the bottle, we have our discussion and then you not only fill the tub, but you join me in it and we take a bubble bath together.”

Eddie’s smile was instant as was the stirring of his cock at the vision of her sitting across from him, bubbles piled high on her head and attempting to hide sweet little nipples he would be all too willing to wash as his fingers traveled down a wet body to find her little pussy that he’d bet would be slick from more than just bathwater.

“Make it ‘D’ and we have a deal,” he said, lifting a curl to push it back behind her ear.

“D? What, does D mean?”

“Daddy—”

“Oh, right, I meant Daddy,” she hurriedly cut him off.

Eddie chuckled. “That’s what I meant as well.”

Teresa leaned forward, her eyes narrowed a bit before she straightened and skimmed the top of her head with her hand. “I’m afraid that went right over my head, Daddy. You’re gonna have to be a little clearer. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It’s easy,” Eddie assured her. “D is the first letter in Daddy and while your Daddy is willing to negotiate on many things, little girl, you need to understand that the one making the final decisions will always be Daddy. And that means that while I accept your most gracious offer and would love to join you in that tub, it will only be after you, little turtle, most graciously accept that beneath that mountain of bubbles you’ll be sitting on a bare bottom turned a nice shade of red from the spanking you still owe me. Deal?”

“Oh,” she said, a flush of the prettiest pink blooming on her cheeks. After a long moment, she held out the bottle and after he’d taken it, she offered him her hand.

Eddie bit back a chuckle. Setting the bottle on the vanity, he wrapped his hand over hers. “So we have a deal?”

“We do,” she acknowledged, shaking their hands and nodding her head. “But maybe it can only be a little spanking?”

Eddie let his laugh ring out and he used their joined hands to tug her closer, wrapping his free around her waist. “You are adorable, my sweet Tizzy. And since you are my Little, it will qualify as alittlespanking.”

Her smile was huge, her eyes bright for a moment before her nose scrunched and he could practically hear the gears turning in her head. “Hey! That’s not fair. That means all my spankings would be little!”

“Indeed they will.” Eddie easily lifted her off her feet and transferred her to sit on his hip. Long, lean legs automatically wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. “I suppose the only thing left to consider is how long and hard these little spankings will be.”

“And I supposeyouare the one who gets to decide that too?”

“Yes and no. While Daddy will always have the last word, you can keep yourself off my lap by simply being a good Little girl. Then any spankings given won’t be for punishment.”

Teresa huffed. “Spankings areonlyfor punishment, silly.”

“Hmmm, are you sure?” Eddie asked moving back to the bed and setting her on her feet as he returned to her almost empty suitcase. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard about something calledfunishment spankings.Do you know anything about those?”

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