Page 31 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Oooh.” Teresa and Eddie had actually picked out some wedding gifts and brought the bride and groom Disneyland hats with them, but it was good to know that if Georgie got to be too terribly Georgie, Teresa had a new option to exact a very specific revenge. “Thanks for the tip!” she said as Luna ran back to the Little section at Georgie’s call.

Teresa eyeballed a thick maple paddle, with the wood tinted pink, and made a plan to come back and place an order when Georgie wasn’t with her. Maybe Eddie would want to go in on it with her that as well. He’d probably get a kick out of that. Her gaze shifted away from the wooden paddles to the gorgeous array of leather paddles and straps. She glanced around to find herself still alone and took the opportunity to walk toward a display that had her instantly thinking of the mug she’d borrowed during her crime spree at Eddie’s apartment.

She trailed her fingertips over the braided handle of a crop that looked identical to the one embossed on the mug. Her heart rate quickened and the flesh of her bottom crawled as she felt the flat piece of leather at the end of the crop. She instantly pictured Eddie holding the crop in his hand, mercilessly applying its wicked leather tip to her bottom. Her breath caught in her throat and she swore she felt her pussy clench in need even as her mind screamed that bringing him here wouldn’t be such a good idea after all. It would be better if he had no idea this place existed.

“See something you like, little one?”

Teresa shrieked and performed a never-before-seen maneuver, jumping about two feet off the ground while twisting a hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air. When she fell back to earth, it was to find herself face-to-face with her new Daddy.

“Turtle!”

A look of confusion replaced Eddie’s smile. “Did you say turtle?”

Had she? Why on earth would she say that?

She’d seen the smirk he’d had when she’d practically given herself whiplash turning around. Had he seen her looking at the straps? Heck, forget looking, she’d been fondling a crop. What must he be thinking? She’d actually been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the unmistakable scent of leather instantly provided clarity.

“Stuffies!” She released the crop she been stroking and pointed across the store. “Doesn’t every Little need a stuffie? I think I saw a turtle and it reminded me of when you were strip… um, when I was… when you said I was turtling.”

Turtling? Jiminy Cricket… could I sound any more Tizzy?

Eddie’s gaze followed her finger which was still pointing. His smile returned and he nodded. “Littles definitely need a stuffy or two,” he agreed, reaching past her.

Her head naturally turned to follow his arm and she felt heat flooding her face as he bent down to pick up the crop her acrobatics had pulled from its hook.

“I believe there’s a store policy that if you take it, you have to buy it,” he teased, straightening and running the crop over his palm.

“Umm… that’s if youbreakit,” Teresa corrected.

“I don’t know, leather is quite difficult to break.” Eddie slid his hand through the loop on the shaft and with a flick of his wrist, snapped the crop against his thigh, causing Teresa to squeal and jump again.

“I-I meant, you have to break it to, you know, to have to—”

“Buy it?” Eddie cut in. “As a responsible Daddy, I believe it is not only my duty to buy my little Tizzy the stuffy of her dreams, but to have the proper tool on hand in case she needs to hug that stuffy for comfort.” He reached out to use a fingertip beneath her chin to return her mouth to its proper closed position, before brushing his lips across hers. After he stole what little breath she had, Tizzy was a bit light-headed by the time he released her. With his forehead pressed against hers, he asked, “Ready?”

“Is it going to really hurt?” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his hand that still held the crop.

“To pick out a stuffy?”

Teresa pulled back and shook her head at his teasing.

“Don’t you fret, little Tizzy, your Daddy is here to make sure to kiss away any owies the day may bring.”

“Let me guess. By ‘day’ you mean ‘Daddy’.”

Eddie grinned and those dimples nearly had her swooning.

“Remember, if you don’t want to have your naughty bottom heated, all you have to do is be my very good Little Tizzy. Then again, if you want to experience the kiss of leather against your skin, you can simply ask me to give you a funishment spanking.”

Funishment.

He had yet to convince her such a thing truly existed. She had a sneaky suspicion it was just a word Daddies and caretakers used to coax their Little ones to get naked and do the naughty-girl dance.

She decided to just ignore the fact he didn’t replace the crop on its hook. Instead simply took the hand he offered and let him lead her across the store to a far safer location. She also tried to pretend Georgie and the other girls weren’t huddled together smiling ear to ear as they caught their first glimpse of the new couple. It wasn’t easy to do but the moment Eddie wagged a huge tortoise in front of her, she wrapped both arms around it, hugged it to her chest and buried her face in its soft fur.

Funishment might be a fantasy but you could take what she’d heard about stuffies to the bank. With the stuffy in her arms and her Daddy smiling at her like he thought she was just too cute, she felt safe and loved.

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