Page 12 of Santa Daddies
She shuddered. “You’re going to spank my bare bottom, Santa Daddy?”
“Oh, yeah, I am. It’s the only way to get you back to the nice list,” I teased, running my nails across her naked thighs. “Do you consent, little red? Do you consent to letting your Santa Daddy spank your naughty ass until it matches your fiery hair?”
“God, yes. I’ve wanted a real spanking my whole life,” she blurted and then buried her face in one of the throw pillows.
I chuckled. “Does my Little Red like her bedroom antics a little kinky?”
She shrugged so I smacked her ass hard. She took in a swift breath and reached back so I took her hand and held it in mine. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Talking ruins it,” she mumbled with her face still hidden.
“No, honey, it makes it better. So much better.” I threaded our fingers together. “You’re interested in giving up control and I’m interested in taking it. We just need to give each other permission, and the possibilities are endless.”
She nodded. “I’ve only been with two guys though, and neither of them…” She peeked at me. “They were only interested in their own needs.”
My brows rose. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm, Little Red?”
She shrugged and I tugged her up, so she sat on my one knee.
“Talk to me.”
“I mean, I’ve…” Her face went as red as I’d seen it. “I’ve explored myself, but… I couldn’t.”
My mouth slid up on one side and I shook my head. “That’s exactly what you should have done, but we’re going to make sure you get yours tonight, yeah?”
She swallowed hard.
“Nod for me, Little Red. Tell me you understand that we’re going to have you seeing fucking stars tonight.
She nodded.
“Good girl. Now back over my lap.”
She leaned forward and I helped her lower herself back down.
Giving her ass a dirty squeeze, I said, “Now, let’s talk rules.”
“Rules? They’re not sexy at all.”
I laughed, smacked her bottom again and gave it a rub until she moaned. “Traffic light rules then. You know what those are?”
She nodded and I wrapped her hair around my hand, giving it a little tug. “I’m gonna need to hear your words, Little Red.”
“Yes, I… I’ve read some books.”
“Good girl.” I put my hand on her thigh and slid my fingers between them, parting her legs slightly. “I’m going to check in frequently, and so are you. You’re having a good time, you saygreen, you’re starting to think you’re not into where we’re heading, or it makes you even a little nervous, you sayyellow, and if we do something you’re freaked out by, not into at all, or scares you. You tell mered. Got me? And none of this ruins ourfun, it slows it or stops it until we can reevaluate the situation. Got me?”
She nodded and I moved my hand, letting it land on her thigh with a thwack. She gasped and her knees bent, feet shooting up.
“Words, Little Red, I need words.”
“Yes, I understand, Santa Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, hard limits off the top of your head?”
“I don’t know.”
“All right, Little Red. That’s okay. As long as you know your traffic lights. Impact play…Spankingsare good, yeah?”
