Page 114 of A Very Naughty Christmas

I hated when he made me do this. It was so embarrassing having to vocalize what I wanted when he knew exactly what it was.

I took a deep breath and asked, “Sir, will you please allow me to come?”

“Since you asked so nicely, yes, you may.”

His left hand began to stroke my hair gently as the skilled fingers of his right hand zeroed in on my distended nub, rubbing it back and forth, and building the heat between my legs.

With each stroke, he increased pressure on my clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

When the hand in my hair tightened to the point of light pain, I was pushed over into the abyss of pleasure. My entire body tensed until it exploded. My muscles shook as my pussy walls attempted to clamp down on something, suddenly making me wish that I had his cock to fill me.

He pulled harder on my hair, making me cry out as it spurred my orgasm on even further while his fingers continued to apply pressure to my sensitive bud.

Finally, when all of the pleasure had been drained from me, he released my hair and his fingers moved away from my clit, going to rub my heated backside.

That was amazing. Daddy repositioned me, so I was now seated on his lap, my head against his shoulder.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open; the spanking and orgasm had wiped my energy.

“Are you ready to go to sleep now, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I answered, not bothering to open my eyes.

“Before you do, we need to get you cleaned up.”

He shifted me so I was lying on the bed. The flap behind my bottom was still open. The sheets irritated my heated bottom, but I was too sleepy to move.

Opening my eyes, I heard him come back; he held a rag and a pair of new panties in his hands. These panties were bright pink with sparkles all over them.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can go to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He removed my footie pajamas, taking care to wash between my thighs very well, before helping me slide the new panties over my pelvis and zip my pajamas back up.

He moved me to my side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.

“Good night, sweetheart. I hope that you have pleasant dreams. Remember, when you wake up, Santa will have been here and left you presents.”

“I can’t wait,” I replied, letting out a yawn.

I heard him chuckle as he placed a kiss on my forehead and I drifted off to sleep dreaming of all the new toys I would receive tomorrow from Santa.

Chapter Seven

I woke up the next morning and blinked up into the streams of light that were starting to fill the room. Shifting in bed, I let out a happy moan. My butt still felt tender.

It dawned on me then that it was Christmas morning. Which meant that Santa had come when I slept!

“Daddy, wake up! It’s Christmas! Wake up!” I shouted, turning and shaking his shoulders.

His eyes flickered open.

“You’d make a good alarm clock, you know that, young lady?” he muttered, yawning.

What? That didn’t make sense. I was a person. Not a clock. “I’m not made of metal.”

He chuckled and pulled me into a big hug. “No, you most certainly aren’t, my dear.”

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