Chapter 3
CAT AND ALEJANDRO
Cat shuffled into Alejandro’s office.
She could barely move and as soon as Alejandro saw her, he gave her a look of admiration and delight.
Hmm. Correction. That look was more of quickly unraveling patience.
But you could see where she’d gotten confused.
“What happened to the padded pants?” he asked.
“You took them away. Besides, they don’t work when you spank me on the bare bottom.”
He gave her a pointed look.
She stared back at him. Was he all right? He wasn’t having a medical event, was he? He’d gone very quiet.
“Pequena?” he said.
“Yes, Papi?” she replied, pleased with herself.
Hmm, she would need to exact some revenge on Doomy Gloomy, McGrumpface, and Evil Elfie, though.
Yep, that’s what she was calling him now.
Evil Elfie.
The question was, what was she going to do? And what could she get away with? Because she really didn’t need any more naughty girl points.
She had enough of those.
“How do you think I’m going to spank you now?” Alejandro asked as he leaned back. He was seated on a long couch by the fireplace. This was the only room in the house that hadn’t been Christmasfied. Or should that be Catified?
She giggled to herself.
“Cat, focus.” He leaned forward. “How do you think I’m going to spank you?”
“Well, I’m guessing in the normal way.” She didn’t understand why he was asking her this.
Unless . . .
“Have you got a different way you’re going to spank me? Or wait, I know! You’re not going to spank me at all. What a relief, I can take off all these clothes.”
She’d managed to put on about five pairs of pants. The top couple of layers weren’t actually done up. She’d added a few tops for good measure and tucked them down into her panties.
Of which she had eight pairs on.
She’d like to see him spank her through these layers.
Oh wait . . .
“Mierda!” she cried. “You spank on the bare.” Shuffling forward, she sat on the armchair opposite him. Her legs went straight out in front of her because she couldn’t actually bend them.
The heat of the fire hit her and she immediately grew flushed. Wearing this many layers just wasn’t that practical.
“Why didn’t you say something? And why is this fireplace so hot?” She attempted to wave her hand in front of her face.
“Cat, you’re going to overheat,” he scolded as he moved to crouch in front of her and tried tugging down her pants.
But he couldn’t get them to budge.
“Oh no!” she cried. “I’m stuck in them! I’m starting to feel claustrophobic and way too hot.”
“Pequena,” he said sharply. “You are not stuck and you are not claustrophobic.”
“I might be!”
“Well, you’re not.”
Just because he said it didn’t make something so. But then he stood her up and started to drag off the layers. With each one that was pulled off, she felt lighter and happier.
Finally, she was down to eight pairs of panties and a single pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved top.
“I am free!” She danced a jig.
“What did you think you were doing?” he demanded. Then he held up a hand as she went to speak. “No, don’t say anything. I know full well what you were doing. What were you thinking?”
She opened her mouth and again, he held up his hand.
“No, don’t say anything. I know full well what you were thinking.”
Sheesh, why did he keep asking her stuff if he clearly already knew the answers?
Made no sense at all.
Still, she decided to reply because she wanted to make sure that he really did know what she’d been thinking.
“Papi, I was thinking that I don’t deserve a spanking!”
“You don’t deserve a spanking? Are you sure about that? What were you caught doing this afternoon?”
“I was trying to get to Evil Elfie!”
“Get to Evil Elfie?” he repeated. “Why would you need to get to the elf? And why is he evil?”
Because he kept tattling on her to Santa and Papi.
Hmm. That probably wasn’t what she should tell Papi, though.
“I was worried about him,” she lied.
But it was all right because she crossed her fingers behind her back. So then it didn’t count toward naughty girl points with Santa.
That was a well-known fact.
“Worried about him?” he repeated.
“I mean, he was a long way up, what if he fell?”
“Kitten, are you lying to me?” he queried as he sat back on the sofa and crooked a finger at her.
“Um. What makes you say that?” She slowly walked over to him, and he lifted her onto his lap so she was sitting sideways across it.
“Because you spend most of your time glaring at the elf. And you called him Evil Elfie.”
“How do you know that? Did he tell you? That tattletale!”
But, seriously, how did he know that she glared at him?
“Yes, he told me that you glare at him. Sometimes, Santa is busy so the elf reports back to Daddies and Papis. Your elf has a lot to say.”
“All of it are lies!”
“None of it are lies. You need to be very careful, Pequena, or Santa will leave you coal in your stocking instead of gifts.”
That would be terrible!
All of her friends would get gifts except for her.
How could she rectify this?
Tell the truth?
Nah, that didn’t seem like a good idea.
Maybe make up another excuse?
Also not a good idea.
Oh, she was definitely in a lot of trouble.
“This time it wasn’t just the elf reporting back, though.
Both Rafael and Bernard caught you red-handed hanging off the banister.
That was very naughty, wasn’t it? You could have hurt yourself really badly.
What if you’d fallen? What if you’d hit your head or snapped your neck? Did you think of that?”
Okay. So maybe she hadn’t been thinking.
She’d gotten a bit carried away in the heat of the moment.
“I wasn’t thinking very clearly,” she told him.
He caught her chin and turned her head toward him. “No, you weren’t. You forgot that you’re the most important thing in Papi’s world and that he would be lost without you.”
Shoot. He sounded so disappointed and upset. And she hated disappointing Alejandro more than anything.
“I’m sorry, Papi.”
“So am I. I’m sorry that I have to spank you the day before your friends arrive.”
“Well, you could just not spank me,” she suggested.
“I don’t think so, I can’t have you thinking that you can risk yourself all the time. And this spanking will have to be more severe than the one I gave you yesterday.”
“Why?” she cried, trying to get away from him. “My bottom still hurts from that one.”
“Because it obviously didn’t make enough of an impression,” he told her firmly. “You need to learn. No putting yourself in danger.” He stood her up on her feet and drew down her yoga pants.
Then he stared at her panties.
“How many panties do you have on?” he asked.
“Um, eight.”
“Eight?” he said incredulously.
“Yes. It’s actually very comfortable.”
“You might as well wear a diaper instead,” he commented dryly as he dragged them down her legs, one by one.
“Papi! That’s not very nice. I’m a big girl. I don’t need a diaper.”
“No, what you need is a paddling,” he said once her bottom half was naked. “Go and get it.”
Oh noooo.
Not the naughty girl paddle.
She stuck her lower lip out. “But isn’t your hand enough, Papi?”
“It is not. I told you this spanking would be harder. It will also be longer. Go and get it, I don’t want to have to tell you twice.”
She moved over to his desk and opened a drawer with the naughty girl paddle. She now had several of them scattered throughout this house and their Manhattan home.
Hmm.
She glanced at the fire, then down at the wooden paddle.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “That would get you the belt. And every night this week.”
“But it’s nearly Christmas!” she cried.
“That’s right. You’d be getting a spanking Christmas Day if you threw the paddle in the fire.”
Jeez.
That would just bre mean.
But it worked. She hastily moved back to him with the paddle held safely in her hand.
Alejandro took the paddle and placed it on the sofa next to him. Then he helped her lie over his lap. He got her into place before rubbing his hand over her bottom.
“Warm-up first. Then we’ll get to the real thing. Have you got anything to say for yourself?”
No.
Nothing other than she was feeling sorry for herself. And she was wishing she’d never laid eyes on Evil Elfie. Also, she was going to dream of revenge. But she wouldn’t go ahead with it until after Christmas.
One thing Cat didn’t want was coal in her stocking.
That would just be terrible!
The first smack of his hand landed and she cried out. “That hurts, Papi!”
“Poor Pequena, this is going to be very hard on your bottom if that little spank hurt.”
It wasn’t little!
But then he began spanking her in earnest and she understood what he meant. Because by the time he picked up the paddle, her bottom was throbbing, and tears were drifting down her face.
Smack!
Fire burned on the skin of her butt cheek and she let out a cry.
Smack! Smack!
Oh, this was the worst!
Cat lay there sobbing and kicking her legs until the paddling was finished and Papi turned her over to hug her tight.
Sniffling, she wiped at her eyes.
Hopefully Santa was too busy to pay attention to how naughty Cat had been.