Page 35 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Daddy held his arms out to her and she, without a moment’s hesitation, went to him and climbed into his embrace. He cradled her to him and rocked her gently back and forth, shushing her and rubbing her back until she settled down.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled, worn out from a long, hard day.

“Are you going to disobey me again?”

“No, Sir!”

“If you do, that strap will be making a return journey across those sweet cheeks of yours. Understand?”

Sara felt a shudder run through her body at the thought of ever,everenduring that again. The burning in her bottom had not abated—it felt like the constant blaze of an inferno.While it wasn’t getting any worse, steady waves of fire still burned all the same.

“Your punishment is almost over. Then I’ll put you to bed.”

“Wh-what do you meanalmost?” Sara asked, her tummy doing a double somersault at the thought of going over his knees again.

Without answering Daddy picked her up and set her on her feet. Then he stood—at just over six feet he was a head and a half taller than her and quite an imposing sight just now. As she watched, her eyes growing wider and her pulse hammering harder by the second, he reached for his belt. Sara’s breath hitched, but then his fingers slid down and he undid the zipper of his pants. When he did, his cock sprang free.

She looked up at him, surprised. But when she saw that his eyes were still resolute and stern, she knew better than to get excited.

“Remember what I told you, sweetheart?”

Sara nodded.

“I told you that my cock could punish as well as pleasure. And now I think it’s time to give you a taste of what that feels like.”

Without waiting for an answer, he grasped her shoulders in a firm grip and pushed her back until she was against the wall. Then, still without speaking, he reached down and parted her legs. No sooner had they opened than he thrust inside of her.

Sara cried out in surprise. While she’d felt his cock on many occasions, none of them had been anything like this. Daddy was thrusting in and out of her pussy with an urgency that could only be called punishing. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why it was so different. Perhaps it was because there were no tender words between them, his eyes were so commanding, or maybe it was just because she could feel in his touch—the way he held her shoulders as well as the hard, unrelenting thrusts—that he was showing her who was boss.

It didn’t feel bad—no, that wasn’t the word she would use at all to describe it. But as the thrusts grew closer together, as he drove his hips harder and harder into her own, she felt herself wanting more and more to be obedient, to be his good girl once more.

“I… I think I’m going to come, Daddy,” she murmured, blushing for some reason.

“No, you may not,” he answered. “Don’t make me punish you again tomorrow—this, what I’m doing right now, is just a taste,” he warned. “And anytime you come without permission, this is what you can expect.”

Sara squirmed and blushed harder, but she was trapped in Daddy’s powerful embrace until he deemed otherwise. When he came, it was with a roar of pleasure that gave her goosebumps and simultaneously made her a teensy bit sad that she hadn’t been allowed to do so herself.

“Now,” he panted. “Now, we’re done. Go to your room and sit on the bed. I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.”

Giving him one last look of longing, Sara went to do as she was told. She went into the bathroom first and ran a quick bath—the water wasn’t higher than a couple of inches—and washed off before she wrapped a towel around herself and sat on the bed. It seemed like she’d just sat down when Daddy opened the door.

And she could tell at the first glance that he was truly Daddy again. His gaze was warm with love when he looked at her and her entire body sagged with relief. It was really and truly over now.

“Bring me your hairbrush, baby.”

Sara gave him a look of surprise, but she didn’t dare argue or disobey. That had caused her enough problems for one day! Once she’d retrieved the requested item, she went to stand in front of him and thrust it toward him.

Daddy took it and then patted his lap. Giving him a shy, unsure glance, she felt a surge of gratitude mingled with relief when he said, “It’s okay. Take a seat.”

She did just that, happy to be sitting on his lap instead of over it. But then she felt him begin to brush her hair and her entire body began to hum with happiness.

“I’m sorry I had to punish you so hard today, pumpkin.”

“I know, Daddy. But I know you’re just trying to help me be a good girl.”

“Yes,” he agreed, still running the brush through her hair. “And I know you can be an exceptionally good girl. Can’t you, kitten?”

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