Page 111 of A Very Naughty Christmas

I did as he asked, turning away from him so he could wash the backs of my legs first.

“Your bottom is still red from your spanking this morning. Is it bothering you?” he asked, running the loofa over the area.

“Not really.”

“If it does, let me know,” he ordered, washing the backs of my legs.

“Yes, Sir.”

He directed me to face forward so he could wash my front side.

“You can sit back down, Chloe. I’m going to wash your hair now.”

I did as I was told, bent my head back, and closed my eyes so no water or soap would run to the front of my face or especially into my eyes. That stung really bad when it happened.

Once my hair was completely wet, he began to massage the shampoo into my scalp. I loved this part.

Adding a bit of conditioner to the ends of my hair, he finished my massage and washed all the soap out.

“You can lift your head up again and open your eyes now.”

I did and he was standing, holding my bath toy bin again.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to play for a bit, sweetie? Santa won’t be here for a long while. It’d be fine if you took a couple of minutes to play.”

“No, thanks. I want to get to bed early.”

“All right. You can step out then.”

He held a towel open in his arms for me to step into. I giggled a little when he dried me off and the fabric tickled against my skin.

When he finished that, he led me into our bedroom.

“Let’s get your jammies on. Then I’ll brush your hair before we go downstairs and leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa.”

“Okay.”

On the bed was my favorite pair of flannel pajamas. They were blue with white snowflakes covering them.

“Drop your towel, sweetie,” he commanded when we were at the side of the bed. I did and he helped me step into my panties, followed by my sports bra, and finally my footiepajamas.

I wanted to race downstairs and put the cookies out for Santa, but Daddy must have read my mind because he said, “On the bed. We need to brush out your hair or else by tomorrow morning it will be a tangled mess. The cookies can wait an extra five minutes.”

My mouth dropped open at his statement. I had no clue how he could read my mind like that.

He sat on the bed first and opened his legs, so I could sit between them. When I got comfy, he reached for my hairbrush.

“Ouch!” I cried out when he pulled a bit too hard on my hair.

“Sorry, baby girl, you have a pretty big tangle right here.”

When he caused me pain for a second time, I leaned forward out of his reach. Brushing time was over, if I had any say about it.

“Young lady, do I have to use this hairbrush to redden your bottom, so I can finish your hair?”

At that threat, it had me straightening up, back in his reach. “No, Sir.”

“I don’t mean to cause you any pain, Chloe. I’m trying to be as gentle as possible, but you have a very large knot right here that I need to get out.”

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