Page 40 of Sadie's Little Christmas

The flush of pink in her cheeks grew brighter, and his cock stirred against his thigh. Rolling her lips together, she ventured closer and shyly took his hand.

The heat of her bottom as she lowered herself to sit on his thigh was both a torture and a delight.

“Hello, Sadie,” he said, husky and low, only just resisting the urge to command her to stand again if only long enough to sweep her little girl skirt up far enough, so when she sat again, only the thin barrier of her cotton panties would stand as a barrier between his roving hand and her bare, smooth skin.

She swallowed hand, her breathing already rapid and shallow.

“Hello, Daddy.”

His heart leapt at her choice of greeting.

She rubbed her hands against her thighs before pointing at the nearly empty bag at his feet.

“Do you have a lump of coal and a bag of switches in there for me?”

He gave her a sneak peek at the pair of bunny slippers he’d specifically picked out for her. Her eyes lit up when she saw them.

“Oh!” She reached for them, but he quickly shut the bag and dropped it almost behind his chair to keep it out of her reach.

“I don’t know if I should give them to you now. Why do you think you deserve switches and coal? Have you been a naughty girl this year?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been,” she quipped.

He lost a bit of amusement.

“No,” he corrected. “We’re not even going to joke about that. That was someone else’s misbehavior that did that, not yours. Say that to me again, and I’ll put you over my knee, and I don’t care where we are or if there’s an audience.”

That she’d been half-joking was obvious in her surprise at the verity of his response, and the thought of being spanked that way, without regard for whether they were in public or private, turned her on was every bit as obvious. She squirmed, her soft bottom clenching on his thigh.

“Have you been a naughty girl this year?” he asked again, challenging her.

She blushed bright red, looking furtively from him to the others—both bigs and Littles, all gathered in groups, talking, laughing, some showing off their toys, and others going back to decorating.

“C-Can we go somewhere private?”

“Stand up.” He more patted than swatted her bottom. “Take your panties off right now and give them to me, and the next time a Master at the Ranch asks you a question, you will answer promptly and honestly. Is that clear?”

She stared at him, her mouth gaping, and a heady mix of mortification and arousal on her face.

“You’re still not answering,” he warned.

“N-No… I-I mean, yes, Sir!” She jumped to her feet, and darting a self-conscious glance for anyone who might be watching—there were more than a few—she obediently shimmied out of her underwear. She was beet red when she handed them to him and only got redder still when he folded the crumpled cloth over in his hand until the telltale wetness in the gusset could be seen by them both.

“Have you been thinking about what I’m going to do when we get home?”

The peaked tips of her turgid nipples thrust against the blouse of her uniform shirt.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to be Little when it happens. I ask only that you be honest with me as I explore your limits. Safeword whenyou need to because I intend to use your body ruthlessly for my pleasure. Does that scare you?”

She was excited. Her eyes dilated, her pulse fluttered wildly at the base of her throat, every muscle in her body clenched every bit as tightly as her bottom had. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

He waited until he’d counted a gruelingly slow count of three. Seizing her arm, he threw her face down over his right thigh, flipped up her skirt to bare her tense bottom, and walloped her with the flat of his palm so hard, the clap of it echoed like the report of a rifle in the hotel lobby.

Anyone who wasn’t watching before definitely was now as he gave her six slow, mighty swats of his hand, each one as hard as he could deliver. Her gasps at each impact quickly devolved into shouts, and when he jerked her back up again to sit on his left thigh, she quickly grabbed her hot ass through the rumpled cloth of her skirt. She rubbed, her lips round in wonder.

“Does that scare you?” he calmly asked again.

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