Page 33 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“I would.”

Sara retrieved another set of papers and handed them to him, biting down on her lower lip as she did so.

“Thank you. We’re going to go into the living room and then we’ll read this.”

“Yes, Sir.” She dutifully followed behind him, but he could tell the minute she spotted what he’d left on the coffee table, because she stopped short.

He was sure that if he looked behind him he would see her eyes as round as saucers, fixed unblinkingly on the piece of thick leather lying there so innocuously. “Come on, little girl,” he ordered without so much as a backwards glance. “Let’s get that essay read so I can spank that naughty bottom of yours.”

“Y-yes, Sir!” she squeaked.

Alex’s heartstrings pulled again, hearing the trepidation in her voice. But he quickly reminded himself that she deserved—no, sheneededa lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. And this was one of those times when being her daddy wasn’t all fun and games because it was his job to make sure she got it.

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Sara couldn’t stop thinking about the small strap she’d seen on the coffee table. Surely he wasn’t going to use that… thatthingonher? But when Daddy sat down in the armchair and motioned for her to go over his knees, she didn’t have time to dwell on it much longer. Her punishment was about to start. Or, the hardest part of it anyway. She swallowed hard and put herself over his lap.

Daddy positioned her just the way he wanted her and began to speak. “Did you stay in the corner until the timer went off?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. And how does your bottom feel?”

“Sore,” she admitted, wincing. “What did you put on it?”

“It’s called Capsaicin cream,” he explained. “It’s used to give naughty girls a spankingwhen you don’t have time to do it yourself.”

“Oh.” She sniffled, then a thought occurred to her. “Well, since I’ve alreadyhadmy spanking—”

He cut her off with a chuckle. “Nice try. I give you an A for effort.”

“But you just said…”

“Hmm, have you ever heard of a pre-game? Think of it like that. You’ve had a pre-spanking, a precursor to the main event.”

Sara scowled and didn’t trouble to reply. He knew she hated sports!

“Ahem. Now, as for your essay: ‘Dear Daddy, this essay is to let you know how very sorry I am for breaking the rules and disobeying you. I understand why I have to be punished, and why you have to be so hard on me. Love, Sara.’”

She winced. She knew what it said, it was embarrassing enough writing a punishment essay—even if he hadn’t asked her to—but hearing it bare-bottomed over his lap while he read it aloud was too much! She squirmed every time he read about what she’d done wrong—disobeying, with the intention of lying about it—and the fact that she knew she would be spanked. She was crying again before he’d even finished.

“Sara, I want you to know that I appreciate you taking the extra step of writing that,” Daddy said, patting her lightly on her bare left cheek. “I am glad to see that you understand why you need to be punished. With that said, I don’t want to put it off any longer.” Then he began rubbing her cheeks, gently at first, then with a firmer stroke that became firmer still. Sara braced herself, because she knew the minute he stopped what would be coming next.

First, she felt the cool, crisp air on her bottom as he moved his hand. And right behind it was a swift, sharp spank that robbed her of her breath. It seemed that the evil Capsaicin had kept her bottom tender and sore without her even realizing it! Daddy spanked her fanny good and hard, ten times on each side, and by the time he’d stopped to give his hand a rest, she was crying hard over his knee.

Oh, her bottomhurt! It felt like her poor tender cheeks were blistered. But at least it was over. Thank God it was over, and now she could just be Daddy’s good little girl again. She was still crying softly as he helped her up. She eagerly buried her face into his shirt and cried from all the stinging still going on.

When she was finally able to calm down, she peeked up at him, only to see him staring down at her. She offered a tiny, tentative smile.

“I want you to reach over and get the strap off the coffee table,” Daddy told her, which wiped that smile right off her face.

She’d forgotten all about the strap! Oh,howcould she have forgotten? Probably because the spanking she’d already got stung so much she hadn’t been able to even conceive of her poor backside hurting more than it did already!

“D-daddy…”

“Now, Sara.” Though he hadn’t raised his voice, the firmness of his tone got through to her loud and clear.

With trembling hands she reached over to the coffee table, picked up the strap, and handed him the implement. It was short, but thick. Once she’d put it into Daddy’s hands he quickly slapped it on his leg, and the loudthwackit made had her jumping in startled surprise.

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