Page 61 of A Little Christmas Caper

Ugh, she hated being bent over the bed for punishments. She much preferred the feeling of being draped over someone’s lap. But getting to hold Michelle’s hands made up for it, in a way, so she didn’t complain as he rounded the bed and tucked her skirt up out of the way and pulled her panties down to her knees. The cool air brushed across her bare bottom, and she shivered slightly in anticipation of what was coming next.

It didn’t stay cool for long, though. Daddy barely gave her a warm up before lighting into her, and the spanking quickly overwhelmed her.

“Ow, ow, Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t ever be naughty again, I promise!”

“I’ve heard that before,” he answered with a chuckle. “I’d settle for making it through Christmas, how about that, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy, I p-promise!”

The spanking itself was far shorter than she was used to. But the wild emotions that had been welling up inside of her ever since she’d seen those shopping bags were so close to the surface, it didn’t take long at all for them to come pouring out of her.

And then it was over, and Michelle was clambering up onto the bed, pulling Allie into her lap. Nick settled on the other side of her, but he seemed to sense they needed this moment for just the two of them, and he kept his distance. “I love you, Sh-Shelly.”

“Oh, babygirl, I love you, too.” Arms wrapped tight around her, Michelle rocked her as she whispered to her how much she loved her and how sorry she was that she’d broken her promise.

They stayed that way for a while, and then by some unspoken accord, they pulled apart and simultaneously threw themselves at Nick. He grunted on impact, and then his deep laughter filled the room as they snuggled up against him.

“Man, I must have been really good this year,” he said, dropping a kiss on each of their heads.

“Why do you say that, Daddy?” Worn out from dealing with so many big emotions, Allie yawned and pressed her cheek to his chest, her eyes slowly drifting closed.

“Santa brought me the two best gifts a Daddy could ask for.”

“Santa!” Gasping, Allie shot up straight, suddenly wide awake. “Santa is coming today! Oh, can we please go see Santa, please, Daddy?”

“I don’t see why not. Michelle?”

The deliberateness of his question didn’t go unnoticed by Allie. Or, judging by the gratitude shimmering in her eyes, by Michelle, either. It was a subtle, yet unmistakable reminder that even with a freshly welted bottom, she hadn’t lostallof her control in their dynamic.

“I think a visit to Santa would be lovely.”

“Yay! And tonight there’s a pajama party in the cafeteria with a hot cocoa bar and, um, I actually don’t remember everything else.”

“Pajama party!” In a very un-Michelle like move, Michelle rolled off the bed and stumbled to the piles of bags, simultaneously struggling to pull her leggings back up over her dark red bottom. Allie couldn’t help but wince at the sight; it had to hurt like crazy. Thank god Daddy hadn’t decided she needed the strap, too.

Some of her happiness dimmed as she watched Michelle move from bag to bag. They were going to be paying her credit card off formonths, and they’d just gotten the thing paid off. But Michelle had been punished, so now it was up to Allie to put it behind them, just like Michelle and Daddy did whenever she messed up. She’d never really thought about how difficult it was, from their perspective, to simply forgive her missteps and move on, even after a punishment.

But then Michelle turned back to the bed, her arms full of what looked like clothes, her face absolutely beaming with joy, and Allie could feel her own excitement building again. It was impossible to stay mad when Michelle looked so damn happy.

“Allie and I have a tradition,” Michelle said as she carried her armful over to the bed. “Freshman year of college, we went to a Christmas pajama party back home and we thought it would be fun to get matching pajamas. And we’ve gotten matching sets pretty much every year since then. We have a pair for this year, but, well, I thought you might want to be included.”

Grinning widely, she held up a black shirt withDaddy Clausprinted on the front, complete with a jaunty little Santa hat on Daddy and snowflakes surrounding the words. With another one of those deep laughs, Nick accepted the shirt and held it up in front of him. “I love it, darlin’. Thank you.”

“Oh, there’s more,” Michelle said with her own laugh. Next she held up two similar shirts, only these readDaddy’s Little Elf. “I guess my subconscious knew what I wasn’t ready to admit.”

“I love them!” Diving across the bed, Allie snatched up her shirt and cuddled it to her chest. “What’s that on the pajama pants?”

“These are the best part.” Holding up the pants, Michelle started to giggle, and it didn’t take long for Allie to realize why.

The pajama bottoms were a bright red, which felt intentional enough as far as Allie was concerned. But it was the images dancing up and down the fabric that had her doubled over with laughter until she couldn’t breathe.

Dozens of little Santas holding every kind of spanking implement you could think of decorated the pants. And instead of the standard “Ho Ho Ho” or “Merry Christmas,” the speech bubbles said things like “You’re on the naughty list this year!” and “It’s switches and more switches for you!”.

“Oh my god, they’re perfect!” Allie managed to gasp out.

Shaking his head, Nick took a pair to examine more closely. “These really are perfect, pet. And I’d love to share this tradition with my girls.”

My girls. Just those words warmed Allie’s very soul. This really was the Best Christmas Ever.

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