Page 41 of Sadie's Little Christmas

She jerked her head back and forth, no.

“Use your words, or I’ll spank you again, and I’ll be doubling the swats.”

“No, Sir,” she gasped.

“Why is Santa mad at Sadie?” a Little beyond his periphery asked. He didn’t look up to see who it was.

“Time to go back to our nursery and classrooms,” Nanny J called out diplomatically. “Come on, my darlings. Chop, chop.”

“Aw!” One Little cried, but they lined up like dutiful ducklings, and out the lobby they went, heading back to the Littles’ end of the hotel.

Their absence didn’t mean the room was empty, however. The ranch hands continued to set up what few decorations remained, and a small handful of guests were gathered along theouter wall. They’d come to watch the Littles decorate. They now stayed to watch him play with Sadie.

His Sadie.

His cock stiffened, so hard, it felt painful.

“I was going to wait until after dinner to take you home,” he told her. “The temptation to forget dinner and do it now is incredible. What do you think? Is Daddy’s girl ready to become Daddy’s little fuck toy?”

Her breath caught. If she blushed any brighter, he wouldn’t be surprised if she burst into flames. She was embarrassed, but she was aroused more.

She nodded again, but he had he flipped back over his knee before she could finish.

“No! Oh, no! Ow!”

He busted her bottom, twelve of the hardest swats, slowly, steadily, resolutely flattening each hot red bottom cheek in turn.

“Yes!” She all but shouted as he righted her to sit on his knee again. She grabbed her ass in both hands, rubbing and squirming furiously. He could feel the heated wetness of her pussy grinding against his thigh as she cried, “Yes, please, I want to be Daddy’s fuck toy now. Make me Daddy’s fuck toy, please!”

Doms against the back wall were smirking. One of these days, he was going to have to get around to building an actual dungeon, a proper place where this type of play could happen, complete with implements and equipment. As it was, they had all now seen as much of his beautiful Sadie as he was willing to share with them.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She scrabbled off his knee.

Grabbing his bag, Derek stood.

“Home, little girl. You can lead the way. Hold your skirt all the way up around your waist. I want to watch the ass I’m going to abuse as we walk.”

Her face was every bit as red as her backside, but she did it. She walked ahead of him, her sexy ass teasing him with what he’d soon have, and the glistening folds of her sweet pussy leaked all the proof he needed that she liked it.

Chapter 9

Sadie was in knots.She stood in front of his door, waiting for him to unlock the entrance that led from the tunnels up to his private residence, and all she could think about was what he’d made her cry. “Please make me your fuck toy.” Daddy’s fuck toy. That was one occasion where she didn’t at all mind calling him Daddy.

Warm honeyed wetness flooded through her folds as she stood in heightened anticipation, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, while he opened the door.

He didn’t say anything, just pushed the door open as wide as it would go, then looked at her—daring her to enter and see what he’d do next. The hungry wanting she could see in his eyes made the walls of her sex flutter, a tiny twitch of an orgasm that didn’t quite get there but made the nerves inside her tremble and sing all the harder, nonetheless.

Her hands shook, her palms sweating as she went inside, stopping just across the threshold. She was in the lion’s den, and the king of beasts was standing at her back. She turned to face him, afraid she might lose her nerve at any minute.

“Did I say turn around?”

“No, Daddy.” She shook her head, all the delicious trembling increasing its vibration inside her.

He closed the slight space between them with another step.

“You can call me Daddy, Master, or Sir. Any of those is acceptable. Your safeword can be used if you need it, but I’m the one who decides when we’re done. Agreed?”

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