Page 37 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Teresa

“Areyou sad about not being with your family for the holiday?” Eddie asked, as they dressed for Thanksgiving dinner after a late-morning romp in the proverbial hay.

Teresa shrugged as he ran the brush through her curls, before running his fingers through them. “Not really. I’m twenty-five and a nurse, so it’s not like I’ve never missed a holiday before. Honestly, even if I were home, there would be no guarantee of me spending the holiday with them anyway. Thanksgiving is a busy day in the ER, you know that.”

“I do,” Eddie agreed, sweeping her hair out of the way to drop a soft, sensual kiss on the curve of her neck.

Rolling her eyes, she batted him away. “Stop that!”

“I can’t help it that you turn me on.”

“Well, try. We have places to be. And besides, you literally just got some.” She shook her head as he went in for a second neck kiss. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only with you.”

Dodging him, she stepped to the side and began pulling things out of her makeup bag, leaning toward the mirror so she could fix her face. If he kept it up, she would eventually give in, and then they’d miss dinner, and be bad guests. Really, he should know better.

“They are pretty upset about not being invited to Georgie’s wedding,” she offered, bringing the conversation back around to the holiday and her parents. “They’ve always seen Georgie as a second daughter, you know that.”

“Indeed I do.” His eyes twinkled with mirth. “Did you happen to explain to themwhythey weren’t invited?”

“Umm… nope!” Her lips smacked together on the ending of the second word, making a popping sound. “Sorry Mom and Dad, Georgie doesn’t want you at her wedding, because it’s being held at a kink ranch in the middle of nowhere, and all her friends are Littles, and her fiancé is her Daddy, and oh by the way, I’m a Little too.” She gave a half-giggle, half-smirk at the thought of trying to explain to her parents why Georgie was having her wedding at a kink ranch, or what a Little was and shook her head again. “My parents are cool, but they aren’tthatcool. It’s not that I think they’d judge, but they wouldn’t get it, and if they came here… they’d be totally out of their element. I can just imagine.”

“I get it,” Eddie agreed. “Our parents are coming for the wedding of course, but my mom wanted to come for Thanksgiving, and Georgie put the kibosh on that. They’ll be here tomorrow, but she booked them in a B&B in Porter’s Corner and insisted on having the rehearsal dinner off-Ranch as well. I think she’s trying to limit the time they spend here as much as she possibly can. She’s hoping the less time they are actually on the Ranch, the less questions they’ll have, which is ridiculous, because… have you met my mother?”

“I have.” Teresa smiled, picturing Mrs. Mayer’s reaction to all the happenings around the Ranch. She was a kind and even outrageous woman, but she would haveallthe questions. “I didn’t realize the rehearsal dinner wasn’t here,” Teresa mused with a frown. “I don’t think Georgie mentioned it.”

“It was in the schedule of events she gave us. You know that packet of papers telling us where to be and when and how to dress and what to bring and anything important we might need to know?”

“Oh.” Teresa shrugged, leaning closer to the mirror as she applied a layer of mascara to her lashes. “I didn’t look at that. You said you were going to help me by being my Daddy and making sure I didn’t miss anything important, so I didn’t need to. You tell me what I need to know.”

Eddie just raised his eyebrows. “Well, it’s not here. It’s in Porter’s Corner and everyone is going to be carpooling over in limos, meeting down in the foyer about thirty minutes ahead of time, so you better not make us late,” Eddie teased. Glancing at his watch, he added, “You better not make us late to dinner either. You asked Daddy for help staying organized and on time, and I’m sure you won’t enjoy dinner half as much if you know you have a punishment spanking afterward.”

She squirmed, so slightly he almost missed it, and if he’d blinked, he would have. Then, turning from the mirror, she squared her shoulders, gave her hair a flip over one shoulder, and stepped toward him, with her eyes flaring in challenge. “I’m ready,” she announced. “You’re the one still standing there half dressed, so if anyone is gonna make us late, it’s gonna be you.”

Half-dressed in this case meant he was missing his hat, belt and boots, a problem he quickly rectified, but not before Teresa got in one more sassy jab.

“If you make us late, does that mean you get the spanking?” she questioned with her voice in a high innocent-sounding falsetto, blinking her long made-up lashes at him.

“Nope. Still you,” he declared with a wink, bending at the waist to scoop her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “And as fun as that would be for me, little girl, I’m starving, so you better get a move on!”

“You’re carrying me!” she protested, kicking her legs. “You get a move on!”

Eddie

When they arrivedat Derek and Sadie’s, or the Big House, as the Littles called it, at one minute before the time they’d been told, Eddie found himself almost disappointed that they’d managed to make it on time. Even though she’d asked him for help with being on time and responsible this week, she’d done perfectly for every event, usually without so much as a reminder from him. If they’d been late, she’d have been right that it was his fault, and it would have given him a good excuse to introduce her to her first funishment spanking. She still refused to believe that such a thing existed.

He should have walked slower. As he stood on the front porch, wallowing in his regret, he actually considered grabbing her back up and making a run for it, dragging her to the dungeon and proving that funishment actually was a thing, once and for all. Dinner and holidays be damned.

That thought only lasted until the door swung open to reveal Sadie in a fancy dress, with Georgie on her heels, and the delicious smells of a holiday feast wafting through the air hit his nostrils. Then he remembered how hungry he was.

“You look amazing! That dress is so pretty!” Georgie squealed at Tizzy.

“You too! Oh my gosh! Sadie, I love your hair!” Tizzy returned the compliment and the three of them did some bouncy-squealy thing in the doorway, blocking the entrance.

Eddie stood there with his stomach growling until Lucas came up behind the girls, gently grabbed Georgie’s shoulder, moved her out of the way, and pulled him over the threshold.

Once he was inside, Lucas handed him a beer with the top popped off.

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