Page 21 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Alex successfully hid his smile. He knew it—she really did have a little brat hiding beneath that angelic exterior. “If I want to spank you, little one, you’re not going to be able to stop me.” He turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. “Now, get inside and get that naughty nose of yours in the corner.”

Sara regarded him with wide eyes as she tried to inch past him, still hiding her bottom. He waited patiently, saying nothing, but just as she was about to scoot inside he caught her wrist, turned her around, and delivered a sound wallop to her behind that had her squealing.

“Now, young lady!” he barked.

Now she didn’t hop, she literally ran for the door. Once she was out of sight, Alex finally allowed himself the pleasure of smiling after all. He’d wanted a little to love for a long time, and though Sara had begun to seem like the ideal candidate after she’d accidentally called him ‘Daddy,’ she was exceeding his wildest expectations.

Grabbing the morning paper off the stoop, he tucked it under his arm and walked inside. He found Sara in the kitchen, her backbone straight and stiff as she stood with her nose to the wall. He took a moment to take her in—she had such a tiny waist, and a round enough rear that it stuck out temptingly. He could feel his cock starting to rise, but he immediately turned his thoughts away. She deserved punishment today and nothing else. It was truly a pity. He’d hoped that they’d have cause to enjoy each other’s company in a more sensual way, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be.

Alex pulled back a kitchen chair and sat, unfolding the paper. He hadn’t had a chance to read it before he and Sara had left for the fair, and this way he could keep a close eye on her and what was more, she would know he was right behind her, which would add to her apprehension over the punishment he had planned for her. Already he could see her beginning to squirm. He wanted to ask her what she was thinking about—was she imagining his hand blistering her naughty rear while she yelped, or was it a stern lecture she feared? She’d get both, whether she liked it or not.

He began to flip through the paper, pausing at the sports and business sections to read what had happened while he’d slept the night before. Every so often, he glanced up, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to break the spell his silence cast. He could tell it was working wonders making her a very, very sorry little girl without his having to say a word.

“Sara.” When he finally called her name, his voice low and definitive, he could swear he saw her begin to tremble. “Come here, please.”

She turned to face him, and he was surprised to see that her cheeks were already streaked with tears. There were a lot of things he’d thought about when it came to having a little, but he’d never imagined that he’d get one who could so easily tug at his heartstrings like she did.

Her steps were small and slow as she shuffled toward him, and he had to stop himself from laughing aloud. He wondered if she could possibly have any idea how adorable she looked as she came, ever so reluctantly, to accept her punishment.

Finally, she came to stand in front of him.

“Sara,” he began, but she immediately cut him off.

“I shouldn’t have argued with you. I shouldn’t have, andespeciallynot after you’d already warned me in the car. I shouldn’t have done it at all, but definitely not in front of a stranger. I’m sorry. You were only worried about my safety. I should have seen that.”

Alex was taken aback for a moment—she’d hung her head and seemed truly contrite, rather than just sorry she was being punished. But he quickly regained his composure. “Who’s giving the lecture here, little girl?”

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Well, regardless, you’re absolutely right. Look at me, Sara.” He didn’t speak againuntil her beautiful eyes were focused on his. “There is a way to go about our disagreements—and we will have them. Just because I’m the daddy doesn’t mean that you can’t have your own opinion and it doesn’t mean I won’t listen to it. Iwantto know what you think, and when you have a problem. But there is a way to go about it that would have kept you out of trouble today. When you take issue with something I say, you can quietly take me aside andrespectfullydiscuss it. Now, that doesn’t mean it will change my mind, and you may not get what you want when you want it, but at least you get to be heard. Sometimes we’ll need to talk things over for a while before we understand each other. I want us to have that type of relationship, but what I won’t accept is you being defiant. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Now, what do you think that your punishment should be?”

“You could ground me from going back to the fair.”

“Today is the last day. Nice try. Care to try again?”

“Um… no hugs for the rest of the week?”

“Ha! You wouldn’t last an hour. Now, try again, and make it count this time.”

Sara sighed, loud and long. “You’re going to spank me?”

“That’s right. You’re going to go over my knee for a good, hard spanking that will leave you squirming when you sit down,” he told her matter-of-factly. “And youwillhave to sit to do the lines you still owe me.”

When she groaned aloud, he could tell that she had forgotten and was not relishing the prospect of the punishment that awaited her. Which was good, he supposed. If she had, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment.

“Take off your skirt, baby.”

She slid it down with reluctant fingers, her lips turned down in a pout. Once the tulle had hit the floor, he gestured her over his knee.

Once she was firmly in place, Alex took the liberty of pulling down her leggings in one quick tug and exposing her delightfully full bottom. She really did have the most beautiful set of cheeks he’d ever laid eyes on. However, now was not the time to be thinking about them—unless he was pondering exactly what shade of pink to turn them.

“I am disappointed, Sara,” he scolded as his hand began to lightly smack up and down her bottom, warming up her skin. “Wehadjust talked about it in the car. Now, I know you’re going to need some time to get used to this, and I do too, but it is not hard to remember to always speak to me with respect.”

“Y-yes, Sir!” she cried out, wincing as the smacks he delivered got steadily harder. He created a pattern—three spanks up her right cheek, then three smacks down the left. Over and over it went and the building sting had her sniffling in no time.

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