Page 91 of A Very Naughty Christmas

He stood and once again carried me into the bathroom, depositing me on the counter as he went over to the bath and began to fill it with water.

After a moment, he came back to me and said, “Time to get all clean, young lady.” He helped me step into the rising warm water. The tub was filled with pink bubbles that smelled like bubble gum. My toy boat was floating, along with my two Mermaid Barbies.

Instantly, I could tell that the atmosphere had changed between us. No longer were we Sir and submissive; we were now Daddy and little girl.

“Sit down. The bubbles won’t hurt you,” he chuckled as he took a seat next to the tub.

Maybe this was true, but the hot water on my recently punished bottom sure smarted and made the sting even worse. “Ouch!”

“Breathe through the pain, sweetheart. It’ll go away soon.”

I closed my eyes and did as I was told. After a couple of seconds, I realized he was right, the pain was melting away! My daddy knew everything!

I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. “Do you want to play for a bit or get your washing done now and play after?”

“Play now!”

“All right,” he chuckled. “I’m going to go downstairs to check on dinner. Call me if you need anything.”

He stood, leaving me alone with my toys. I grabbed a Barbie in each hand and started to play.

“Oh, Pink Mermaid, you look so pretty.”

“Why, thank you, Purple Mermaid, you do too. Would you like to see who is the fastest between the two of us?”

“Sure!”

I raced them to the end of the tub and back.

“It’s a tie,” I shouted in my Pink Mermaid voice.

“Hey, do you wanna go sit on that boat?” her purple friend asked.

“Sure,” was Pink’s eager reply.

I brought both of the mermaids to the boat and had them sit there as I pushed it around, making sure that they saw all the sights of the bathtub. Their favorite was the ‘Faucet Waterfall.’

“How’s it going in here, sweetie?” Daddy asked when he returned, taking a seat on the step next to the tub.

“Good. I’m just giving my mermaids a ride on my boat. They really like the bathtub.”

“Really? What’s their favorite part?”

“The waterfall!”

I reached for the water handle on the faucet, and turned it on and ran the boat underneath it. As it was midway through, the waterfall stopped.

“Hey!” I looked up at him, angry that he had turned my waterfall off before the boat had made it all the way through.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want you to overfill the bathtub.”

“But, my Barbies really liked the waterfall!” I protested. I needed to make him understand that he couldn’t turn off one of my Barbies’ favorite sights.

“Here, I can make them another waterfall, using the water that is currently in the tub.”

He reached for the cup that he used to wash my hair with, filled it with water, and then let the water flow over my boat.

“See, there’s your waterfall.”

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