Page 104 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Might I remind you, little girl, that lying will earn you a guaranteed spanking.”

Not wanting to risk it, I told him the truth.

“Sometimes, when my tummy really wants something sweet, I’ll sneak a piece of candy out of this cabinet. I’m sorry.” I turned my gaze to the floor, not wanting to look at the disappointment that was bound to be on his face.

I was feeling like a naughty baby girl today. I didn’t mean to keep breaking the rules. I only ate the candy when I really needed a piece of chocolate, like when I was on my period. I always craved sweet foods then. Hopefully, Daddy understood that, but I wasn’t sure if he would see it that way. He hadn’t the past two times.

His fingers gently captured my chin and lifted it up until our eyes met.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. I won’t be punishing you for this offense.”

“Really?”

I couldn’t believe that! I thought that he would have tanned my hide for sure. He was always so serious when it came to me consuming candy without permission.

“I’m not punishing you because you didn’t binge on the candy. I check that shelf regularly to make sure that it stays pretty much the same amount that’s there. If you hadn’t gone running to it, I never would have even known that you knew where it was.”

“Thank you. I pinky promise that when I would eat the candy, it would only be one piece to sate my appetite.”

“All right. Next time though, let me know when you have a candy craving.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He placed a small kiss on my head as the timer rang, then went to pull the cookies out of the oven. They smelled so delicious, my mouth watered!

“Honey, why don’t we let these cool for a bit. If we try and decorate them now, all of the candies and frosting will melt on them.”

“All right. What should we do while we wait?”

“Build a snowman.”

“Yeah!”

I raced to the closet to pull out my snow gear.

Last Christmas, Santa had brought me the cutest snow pants and jacket to wear. They were each white with colorful polka dots. Daddy said that he was happy that Santa brought me these because before I had them, I wore layers of pants outside and Daddy didn’t like having to do the extra wash. Plus, he said the extra layers weren’t keeping me warm enough.

Slipping both of my legs into the snow pants, I jumped, trying to pull them up. Unfortunately, I forgot how difficult it was to do and if not for Daddy standing behind me, I would have fallen on my head.

“Whoa, baby girl. Slow down. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital because you fell and cracked your head open.”

“Sorry, but… they’re… too… tight.” Each word was accompanied by a tug and a grunt.

“Let Daddy help you, baby girl.”

He grabbed my pants at the waistband and pulled, lifting me off my feet as they slid snugly in place. Then, he guided my arms into my jacket. When he zipped me up, I turned, ready to head outside, but was stopped by his hand around my arm.

“Hold your horses. You still need your scarf, hat, boots, and mittens. Plus, I need to get ready too.”

I looked down at my feet and noticed my socks. It wouldn’t have been good if I’d gone outside with just socks on. My toes would have frozen.

“Good catch,” I giggled.

He chuckled and handed me my boots to put on. Since they were only zip-ups, I had no problem with them.

By the time I finished with my boots and all the other winter wear, he was all dressed too. He was a fast dresser!

“Can we go outside now?”

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