Page 40 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Billy!” Derek exclaimed, jumping up from the table. “What is the meaning of this?”

Billy ignored Derek’s questioning, and marched forward. That was when the scene became even more absurd. Billy reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone, and pushed a button. The chorus of “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd filled the room as a gaggle of turkeys entered behind Billy. As the chorus played, Billy and the turkeys marched around the table, giving the guests their own version of a Thanksgiving parade.

As if that wasn’t completely ridiculous in and of itself, the turkeys were dressed up. Each of them wore a sign around their neck, with the names of characters from the popular TV show “Friends,” and suddenly Wren’s thankful list had a bit more context. But the brightly colored name signs were outshone by the fact the turkeys were dressed in Lycra fetish gear. They were all wearing black spandex tank tops that looked to have been homemade, complete with well-placed tears and random safety pins. Ross and Phoebe had elastic bands around their heads, tiny little ball gags on top of their beaks. He thought that fitting because in his opinion, those two had always been the most annoying characters. Phoebe also wore a studded collar around her neck, and so did Monica and Rachel. Joey was wearing a mesh blindfold around his eyes, and Chandler, looking seriously pissed off, was tied up with silk ribbons, that bound his wings to his body, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase “trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey”.

As the room stared in shock at the scene before them, Wren jumped out of her chair and ran to Chandler, quickly undoing the ties. “Billy! What the crap? I told you not to do anything that might hurt them!”

The song ended, Billy explained the ties were loose, and Wren clapped her hand over her mouth as if realizing she had just outed herself as the orchestrator of this shenanigan, not that there was any doubt. As Eddie had learned just from listening to the whispers around the table while the parade had been in progress, theywereher pet turkeys. However, Eddie doubted she and Billy had acted alone in the planning of this prank, and from the stern looks, and pointed questions being aimed at various Littles in the room from their Daddies and Mommies, he wasn’t alone in that consensus.

“I want my pie!” Billy demanded as the parade came to a close. Sadie jumped up and ran upstairs, returning several minutes later with the missing chocolate pie, bringing that mystery to a close and thickening the plot. Sadie presented the pie to Billy, who barely had it in his hands before Derek’s voice boomed over the noise of his guests and the turkeys.

“I’ll see you in my office tomorrow morning promptly at eight, young man!”

Eddie watched the Little shoot his co-conspirators a look as he nodded. “Yes, Master Derek,” he replied before he practically ran from the room, leaving the turkeys behind.

“It’s been fun, but it looks like I have some turkeys to get home and a naughty Little to deal with,” Travis, Wren’s Daddy, said as he rose from his chair, marched across the room to where Wren stood next to Chandler and grabbed her by the ear.

“Ouch! Ouch, ouch! Owie, Daddy, nooo!” Wren cried, even as she allowed herself to be led out the door.

“I’ll be back in a second for the turkeys,” Travis called over his shoulder. “Just gotta get her in the truck first!”

He was back in a flash and Colt helped him round up the turkeys and get them into his truck. As the door closed behind him, Master Derek also stood and walked up to Sadie with his hands on his hips. “Stealing treats from the kitchen again, huh? I thought you’d learned that particular lesson already. More than once.”

“It was for a good cause! Dinner should have entertainment! We were just providing a service, Daddy, and the pie was compensation for a job well done!”

“Uh-huh. I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna do a good job spanking your cute little behind, and when I’m done, I’ll expect my compensation for a job well done,” Master Derek informed her with a wink that had a blush rising on Sadie’s cheeks.

Before she could respond, he continued, “Apologize to Chef Connor, march your naughty little butt upstairs, take off your clothes and wait for me in the corner.”

Sadie sighed dramatically, but she didn’t look all that unhappy with the turn of events.

“I’m really sorry, Chef Connor,” she apologized sweetly.

He gave her a mock glare with his lips pursed into a frown and waved his hand to dismiss her, even as he said, “I accept your apology.”

Sadie ran from the room and up the massive staircase, and Derek shook his head at the room at large. “Well, folks, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut the festivities short. I think several of us have bottoms to spank and punishments to dole out. But thank you all for a fantastic afternoon. I really am so thankful for each of you, and Happy Thanksgiving. Everyone, grab a plate and take some pie to go please. I’ll see you all at tonight’s events.”

Eddie took him up on that offer, grabbing a piece of apple pie for himself and a piece of chocolate for Tizzy while several Bigs marched their Littles out, holding them by their elbows while popping them on the butt as they went.

“I’d say we should get together later,” Lucas said as he led them toward the door, keeping a tight hold on Georgie whose expression suggested she was beginning to question her life choices, “but I think I’m gonna be busy.”

“No problem,” Eddie answered. He was hoping to be very busy as well.

As he and Tizzy made their way back to the main Ranch building, he stopped and looked at her sternly. “Did you have any part in today’s shenanigans?” She hadn’t looked guilty, like some of the others had, but she hadn’t looked shocked either, so he had to ask, just to be sure.

“No, Daddy, I promise I didn’t. I knew something was gonna maybe happen with the turkeys, but I didn’t know what and I didn’t have any part of planning it. I was too busy riding horsies… and cowboys.”

The reminder of how they’d been spending any and all of their free time had his cock going rock-hard beneath his slacks.

“How badly do you want to go to this thing tonight?” he questioned. “How many of the Littles do you think will even show up after that stunt today?”

Tizzy made a face. “Probably not too many. And I don’t really care if we go or not. I’m not much for races, or competitions of any kind really, I’ve been on a thousand and one hayrides, and I definitely don’t want to stick my face in a pie and end up with a stomachache.”

“Same. Although I did think the turkey trot race sounded fun.” Eddie grinned. “I’ve got an idea.” He knelt on the ground, with his back to her, carefully balancing the plate of pie in one hand. “Climb on.”

“What?” Tizzy laughed and made no move to do what he said.

“Climb on, little girl.” His voice came out in a lusty growl, and Tizzy tentatively attached herself to his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, all the while crying, “Daddy! Eddie! What are we doing?”

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