Page 22 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“What makes it less stressful for you?” he asked, praying inwardly that for once in her life Tizzy gave the answer he expected to hear; the one that made sense.

“It’s scary, but predictable,” she answered quickly. “In the OR, I know what’s supposed to happen. Even if things go wrong, or something unexpected happens, I know what to do. I know what should happen in response. I know what the people around me need to do; how they’re going to respond.”

Bless her. For once in her life, Tizzy said the thing that made sense. The thing he could work with.

“Then that’s the answer,” he announced confidently. “We need to approach our Daddy/Little relationship the same way we would a surgery in the OR.”

“How are we gonna do that, Daddy?”

His Little girl stood before him, a mass of mussed auburn curls half in and half out of the neck hole of her tunic where only her head poked through. The shirt had never made it further, leaving her clad in her matching orange underwear and nothing else. What should have had him shaking his head had him smiling and his cock stirring instead. She might be in a tizzy but she was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

He reached out and instead of tugging the shirt into place, he once again lifted it upward with the intention of removing it but found resistance as the two of them pulled the garment in different directions.

Eddie chuckled as her face was completely hidden by the orange fabric. “You look like a turtle,” he observed, giving the shirt another tug upward. “Let go, Tizzy.”

“You let go,” she said, the words muffled by the cloth.

He could stand there playing tug-of-war or he could be the Daddy he knew this woman so desperately desired. Releasing his hold had her head popping out again, her eyes wide in surprise at what she thought was victory only to squeal when he simply bent and shouldered her and her world turned upside down.

“Little girls do not tell their Daddies what to do,” Eddie informed her, landing a smack per word on the seat of those orange panties.

“Ow!” Teresa cried, her hands flying back to attempt to cover her bottom. “I thought the spanking was over!”

Her entire body bounced as he broke out into laughter. “Oh, my little turtle, you can try to pull your head into your shell, but there will be no hiding. This spanking is only being postponed while we have a little talk.”

“And that talk has to be done with me naked?” she sniped.

“While I would definitely not be averse with that scenario, I’m afraid getting my first glance of your beautiful body in all your naked glory is going to have to wait,” he said as he reached down to snag the handle of her suitcase and rolling it along beside him as he crossed the room, passing the couch where they’d been sitting.

When he reached his destination, Teresa gave the sweetest little squeal of surprise when she found herself tossed onto the mattress of the massive king-size bed. While she bounced about a bit, attempting to find her balance, he swung the suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it, flipping it open.

“What are you doing?” she asked once she’d settled on her knees.

“Unpacking,” he said cryptically. If he’d needed more proof that organization provided an anchor to curtail her tendency to spin out of control, it was right before his eyes. Every single item she’d packed was neatly folded and put into individual zippered purple bags. He smiled as he lifted the largest from the orange suitcase. She seriously loved those two colors. He looked up to see her sitting back on her heels, her head tilted to the side, a finger twisting a curl around and around as she watched him.

“Your suitcases put mine to shame,” he said as he began to pull the individual bags from the suitcase and set them on the bed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pack so neatly.”

“Don’t be too impressed. One time I went on a trip and forgot to pack any socks and underwear. There weren’t any real clothing stores close by so I had to go to the dollar store and let’s just say their selection wasn’t the best.”

He grinned and looked at her as he unzipped the first bag. “By that do you mean the color selection was limited to white?” The bag now open, he reached in to lift out a pile of silk and cotton lingerie, all in various shades that had him chuckling. “I’d say you definitely prefer the colors of the rainbow, but I’m pretty sure the prism includes more than two colors.”

She reached out to smack his forearm. “Hey, there are zillions of shades of orange and purple, and Mr. Color Blind, if you’ll look closer, you’ll see I even like white and black.”

Eddie felt his cock stirring as his fingers hooked around a piece of lace. Tugging it from the stack, he gave it little twirl. The red lacy thong had him thinking all sorts of thoughts had nothing to do with the colors of Halloween. When it was plucked from his hand, he looked down to see she’d moved and was now kneeling up on the bed beside him, the tunic gone from around her neck, drawing his eyes to her chest.

“Please tell me there is a matching bra for those as well,” he said.

She smiled and scooped up the lingerie before plopping back on her butt only long enough to scoot to the edge of the bed where she jumped off. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets.” She walked across the room to where a large dresser stood. “Which drawers do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter, you pick.” Eddie stood, enjoying the view of her hips as they swayed with every step she took. And when she bent over to pull out a drawer, he had to hold back a groan. He’d only gotten the barest glimpse of the smooth, porcelain skin that was hidden beneath those orange panties. As he reached to adjust his cock in his jeans, he was determined to see far more when he had her over his lap again. And for that to happen, he needed to get his own mind off the sexy little minx and work to get her in the proper mindset to truly accept not only the spanking she still had coming but the fact it was really her Daddy turning her little butt the color of those panties she was tucking into the drawer.

They worked together. He unzipped each bag and handed her the stacks of t-shirts, leggings, night clothes that all went into the drawers and then began with her second suitcase. Skirts, blouses, and sweaters were hung onto hangers and transferred to the closet. He’d given her a bag that she’d taken into the adjoining en suite and a high-pitched squeal had him sprinting into the bathroom to find her standing frozen in the middle of the room.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing nothing amiss.

“Just look!” she said, turning in a circle, her finger pointing to various spots. “That shower is bigger than the kitchen in my apartment, and did you see the tub? You could swim laps in it!”

Chuckling, he had to admit there had been a lot of thought going into the design of the guest suites and this bathroom certainly didn’t disappoint. Thick white towels were stacked neatly on shelves beneath the vanity. One basket held a selection of various sized loofas and bath mitts, though he was far more interested in the long-handled bath brush that hung on a hook. Another woven basket of lotions, shampoos, and soaps offered guests choices of scents.

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