Page 25 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Trust a kink Ranch toinclude an assortment of kinky toys. And not just a couple, but an entire wardrobe full. She really couldn’t imagine a need to even go into the store she’d glimpsed on one side of the lobby. Not with the variety she’d seen on those shelves and hooks behind the now closed doors. As she finished putting away the last of her things, she discovered she was indeed more grounded than she had been when they’d entered their room. Did that mean she wasn’t near the edge? Unfortunately, experience told her the answer was no. She couldn’t always say what might push her over to become Tizzy, but for the first time, she was beginning to believe that even if she did, Eddie wouldn’t immediately run in the opposite direction.

Wheeling her second suitcase into the back of the closet to store it, she brushed her hands together, her unpacking complete. Eddie entered to hang up several shirts. She smiled, loving the sight of his shirts hanging across from hers. When he then hung not one but two leather belts on the hooks provided, she felt her bottom clench.

She’d been worried about her reaction when he bared her butt to apply his hand to it. The sight of those strips of leather had her wondering far more than what he’d think. Even as her muscles tensed, she felt the butterflies in her tummy fluttering and a jolt of desire heating her blood. Would he use a belt on her? Would his strokes be hard enough to raise welts on her skin? What would it feel like knowing she was wearing his marks beneath her clothing?

Only one way to find out, little Tizzy.

She smiled at the endearment, no longer hating the name… not when it came from his lips. Pressing her fingertip against her mouth, she thought of the kisses they’d shared. Each one leaving her wanting another.

“Ready?”

The question jolted out of her thoughts and she found Eddie’s hand reaching out.

Was she?

With a smile, she nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said and slipped her hand into his.

She sat at the table in the kitchenette, sipping a glass of water and swinging her feet as he moved around the suite. When he returned, he had a book and a pen. Expecting him to take a seat across from her, Teresa was surprised when he set the items on the table and then scooped her from her chair only to claim it for himself as he sat and settled her on his lap. She absolutely loved how easily he handled her, lifting her as if she weighed no more than the book.

“Okay, little Tizzy, this won’t be everything, but it will be a start.” Eddie picked up the pen, surprising her again by passing it to her. Once she held it, he tapped a fingertip on the book’s cover. “Might as well begin as I intend to go.”

“What exactly does that mean? You’ve said it twice now,” Teresa asked.

“It means our goal is to ensure that you will never have to wonder what to expect. When you break a rule, you’ll know what the consequence will be. Whether it’s sitting right here on a hot, tender bottom writing lines or standing with your nose and nipples pressed to the wall with your hot, red bottom properly pushed out, or if you are spread-eagled on the bed, wrists and ankles in cuffs, a ball gag between your lips and a butt plug peeking out of a nicely striped, red bottom presented over a stack of pillows. No matter what, you will have no need to spin out of control in here”—he tapped the side of her head gently—“because you’ll only have to look at your book and know what is about to happen here.” His hand dropped to tap slightly harder against her hip. “Understand?”

Holy hell, Jiminy Cricket!

“Tizzy?”

“Uh, huh?” She shook her head as if that would clear it.

Eddie chucked and shook his as well. “Too much too fast?”

“Um, yeah,” she admitted with a little smile.

“Okay, tell me what thought immediately popped into your head when I asked if you understood.”

Pretty sure repeating the first thought might make the first words she’d be writing down a reminder to add to her spanking for cursing, she made the decision to skip over the first and go to the one point that had indeed jumped out at her. “My bottom,” she offered.

Eddie had the grace to at least appear to be trying not to laugh. That fact allowed her to actually relax a little and give a giggle herself. “I mean, not to be disrespectful, Sir, but wow, every one of those things has my bottom spanked and sticking out.”

“Don’t forget bare, hot, and red,” Eddie reminded.

She actually huffed and poked him in the chest with the pen. “Daddy, I do believe you might have a bare-bottom fetish.”

Eddie burst out laughing, jostling her with the force until she was giggling right along with him. When they calmed down, he cupped the side of her face and gave her a quick kiss. “Oh, babygirl, you’re gonna learn that your Daddy has all sorts of fetishes. So last chance to tell me you’ve changed your mind and want another Daddy.”

She’d never expected him to offer her a way out and she knew without a single doubt that not only did she not want out, she wanted to explore any fetish he cared to share.

“Nope, I’m good to go,” she said instead, clicking the pen and opening the book to discover it was an actual journal. “Wow, someone sure came prepared.”

He chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t take credit. But I’m willing to guess some Ranch owner or more likely his Little wife, had the thought that their guests might want to make notes about their stay at Rawhide.”

She couldn’t argue that as she already had more memories of this place than any vacation she could remember taking and the sun hadn’t even set yet! A tap on the first page put her back on task. Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she put pen to paper.

“Tizzy’s Journal” she wrote on the top line. Dropping down, she inked the number one and then looked up to him. “I’m ready, Daddy.”

“I do believe you are, sweet girl.” He kissed the top of her head and then began dictating as she wrote the words that would become her Little rules to live by. At least for the week.

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