Chapter Six
After my nap, I had woken up alone. Not wanting to get out of the warm bed, I called out.
“Daddy! Where are you?”
“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he announced, walking into the room.
“Where were you?” I asked, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up faster. I hated that I was always so groggy after a nap.
He sat down on the side of the bed, brushing my bangs out of the way.
“Downstairs making dinner. You’ve been asleep for two hours.”
“Really?” I couldn’t believe that. I never slept for that long when I took naps. The longest one I ever had was forty-five minutes tops. When I glanced at the clock, it confirmed what he had told me. It read five-fifteen p.m.
“Did you have sweet dreams?”
“Mhmm…” I smiled as he caressed my face. I loved when he did that.
“Would you like to help me make the rest of dinner?”
I held out my arms for my response. I was still waking up and didn’t feel quite like walking yet. He lifted me up, carried me downstairs to the kitchen, and plopped me down on a kitchen stool. Our gingerbread house and people were still standing in the middle of the counter where we had left them.
Giggling, I thought about how happy my gingerbread men and women looked. They were enjoying their house and being around each other.
At the smell of food, my tummy grumbled. I couldn’t wait to eat.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Corn, mashed potatoes, and barbecue chicken.”
“That sounds yummy! What can I do to help?”
He looked around at the food. The corn was in the bowl, the mashed potatoes were in the pot, and the barbecue chicken was in the crockpot. There didn’t look like there was much I could do.
“You can set the table for me. Here’s everything you’ll need.” He pushed two plates, cups, napkins, and two sets of silverware toward me.
“Okay.”
I jumped off my stool and did as I was told. Setting the plates next to each other, I made sure that they each had a napkin and set of silverware next to them. I put the cups by each plate and even filled them with ice and water, so that was one less thing he would have to do.
When I finished with that, I went back over to him and asked him what else he needed me to do.
“Can you put the corn on the table?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Be careful,” he warned, handing me the bowl.
I took it and walked ever so slowly to the table with it. When I reached it and put the bowl of corn down, on accident I bumped the glass of water I had filled for myself. Water spilled all over my plate and onto the floor.
I looked up at my daddy, the potholders still in my hands. He didn’t look angry, but shocked and I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I had been trying so hard to help out and instead, I had caused a big mess.
“It’s all good, baby girl. It’s just water,” Daddy said, suddenly at my side. He pulled me in tight for a hug.
“I’m s-sorry.” I cried into his shoulder.
“It’s really okay, sweetheart. It was an accident. Accidents happen all the time. You can help me clean it up.”
“O-Okay.” I wiped the tears from my face and took one of the towels that he offered me. We had the water cleaned up in no time and the rest of dinner on the table. He served me all my food and made sure to cut the chicken up into bite-size pieces.
Everything was super tasty and I made sure to tell him that. I was lucky to have a daddy who made such delicious food. More important, I was so happy to have a daddy who allowed me to eat grownup food when I was acting little. I knew some tops in ageplay relationships who forced their littles to eat baby food when they acted younger. I’d hate having to eat food that came out of a jar.
Once dinner was over, I helped Daddy clean up. It was a lot of fun. We did all the dishes by hand. Daddy washed them since he decided that I’d splash more water out of the sink than keep it in. So, I got to dry the dishes and put them in the drying rack for him to put back later.
When we finished that, he declared, “It’s bath time.”
I wasn’t crazy about that. I wanted to eat some cookies for dessert. I had done such a good job with drying the dishes that I thought I’d earned a reward. Plus, those gingerbread cookies smelled delicious!
“Can’t I have one cookie first?”
“No way, sweetie. You had plenty of sugar today while we were making the cookies.”
“But—”
“But nothing, get on upstairs.”
“No fair! I made ‘em and can’t have even one?” My lower lip turned down in a pout before I could stop it.
“If you continue to keep complaining, young lady, you’ll be over my lap for an attitude adjustment.”
I knew what that meant… a spanking. I didn’t want a punishment spanking again, so I raced out of the kitchen, upstairs, and into my bathroom.
By the time I had taken all of my clothes off, Daddy was just walking in to get the bath water turned on.
“I want to make sure that I get the water to be the right temperature,” he said, holding his wrist under the water. “I think this is it. You can get in whenever you want.”
I hopped in and sat down, anxious to get my bath over with. Since I wouldn’t be able to eat any cookies tonight, I figured I might as well rush my bath, so I could get to sleep faster and Santa would come.
Last year, I had tried to stay up and wait for him, but was told that Santa wouldn’t come until I fell asleep.
“What toys would you like to play with?” Daddy asked, holding up the basket filled with my bath toys.
“None. Let’s get to washing.”
His eyes practically popped out of his head as he put the bucket down. He knew how much I loved playing in the tub, but I thought he must have understood that the sooner I fell asleep, the better.
Instead of grabbing a loofa and washing me, his hand came up to my forehead. I was confused.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Checking to see if you have a fever. You never skip playing with your toys. Are you feeling sick?”
“No. I want to hurry so I can go to sleep so Santa Claus can come faster,” I explained.
He continued to look down at me in shock. I didn’t get why this was so hard for him to understand.
When he continued to stare at me, I reached for the pink loofa and soap on the edge of the tub.
That seemed to knock him out of his stupor.
“All right, sweetie. If this is what you want, then I’ll wash you right away.”
“Thank you.”
He poured some of the bubble-gum-scented soap onto the loofa and began washing my back.
As he did, I imagined all of the icky germs from the day slipping away. When we had been playing outside, I had gotten really sweaty, so it felt good to get cleaned.
When he brought the loofa over to my front side, my nipples tightened.
He dunked the loofa in the water, making the water fizzle. Before he continued to wash the rest of me, he put more of the body wash onto the loofa.
“Stand up.”
I did as he asked, turning away from him so he could wash the backs of my legs first.
“Your bottom is still red from your spanking this morning. Is it bothering you?” he asked, running the loofa over the area.
“Not really.”
“If it does, let me know,” he ordered, washing the backs of my legs.
“Yes, Sir.”
He directed me to face forward so he could wash my front side.
“You can sit back down, Chloe. I’m going to wash your hair now.”
I did as I was told, bent my head back, and closed my eyes so no water or soap would run to the front of my face or especially into my eyes. That stung really bad when it happened.
Once my hair was completely wet, he began to massage the shampoo into my scalp. I loved this part.
Adding a bit of conditioner to the ends of my hair, he finished my massage and washed all the soap out.
“You can lift your head up again and open your eyes now.”
I did and he was standing, holding my bath toy bin again.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to play for a bit, sweetie? Santa won’t be here for a long while. It’d be fine if you took a couple of minutes to play.”
“No, thanks. I want to get to bed early.”
“All right. You can step out then.”
He held a towel open in his arms for me to step into. I giggled a little when he dried me off and the fabric tickled against my skin.
When he finished that, he led me into our bedroom.
“Let’s get your jammies on. Then I’ll brush your hair before we go downstairs and leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa.”
“Okay.”
On the bed was my favorite pair of flannel pajamas. They were blue with white snowflakes covering them.
“Drop your towel, sweetie,” he commanded when we were at the side of the bed. I did and he helped me step into my panties, followed by my sports bra, and finally my footie pajamas.
I wanted to race downstairs and put the cookies out for Santa, but Daddy must have read my mind because he said, “On the bed. We need to brush out your hair or else by tomorrow morning it will be a tangled mess. The cookies can wait an extra five minutes.”
My mouth dropped open at his statement. I had no clue how he could read my mind like that.
He sat on the bed first and opened his legs, so I could sit between them. When I got comfy, he reached for my hairbrush.
“Ouch!” I cried out when he pulled a bit too hard on my hair.
“Sorry, baby girl, you have a pretty big tangle right here.”
When he caused me pain for a second time, I leaned forward out of his reach. Brushing time was over, if I had any say about it.
“Young lady, do I have to use this hairbrush to redden your bottom, so I can finish your hair?”
At that threat, it had me straightening up, back in his reach. “No, Sir.”
“I don’t mean to cause you any pain, Chloe. I’m trying to be as gentle as possible, but you have a very large knot right here that I need to get out.”
He continued to work in silence until finally he declared, “There we are, all nice and smooth, and not a tangle in sight.”
He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled me close to him, placing a kiss on top of my wet hair. As excited as I was to go leave cookies for Santa, I enjoyed this moment. Being so close to my daddy always made me feel special and safe.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Are you ready to go leave some cookies for Santa?”
I nodded rapidly, before dashing out of his arms to the kitchen.
He had put Santa’s special plate on the counter for me. I reached it and went over to where the cookies I decorated earlier were. I picked out the best three as I didn’t want Santa to get a tummy ache. He had a lot of cookies to eat tonight, and giving him too many of mine wouldn’t make his mission any easier.
Remembering that Santa was going to need some milk with his cookies, I got a glass from the cupboard and grabbed the gallon of milk out of the fridge.
“Why don’t you let me pour that, sweetie,” he suggested, taking the gallon of milk out of my hands.
“Fine.”
He poured the milk and put the jug away as I placed the cup right next to the cookies. It looked super nice to me. Santa would be very impressed.
“Do you think that that looks good?” I wanted to make sure that he thought so too. Didn’t want to make Santa mad for any reason.
“I do. Santa is going to love his cookies and milk.”
“I’m glad,” I admitted, letting out a big yawn at the same time. I was beginning to feel sleepy after the busy day I had.
“Why don’t we head back upstairs and I’ll tuck you in and read you a story.”
“Yay!”
He carried me upstairs, tucking me into bed. He sat down next to me, grabbing a book on his nightstand. I smiled when I saw he picked The Night Before Christmas , one of my favorites. I snuggled close to my stuffed bear as I looked at all the pictures while he read to me.
When he finished, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
“Time for little girls to fall asleep.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled the covers up to my chin. He got out of bed and went to the doorway. “I’ll be in my office for a bit if you need anything. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Night.”
He turned the light off and closed the door almost the entire way.
Letting my eyes close, I thought about what tomorrow would bring. Lots of presents from Santa, I could finally give Daddy the perfect gift that I purchased for him, we would eat delicious food and be surrounded by friends and family. I couldn’t wait.
Rolling onto my side, I opened my eyes and gazed at the alarm clock and saw that it was ten o’clock, my normal bedtime.
Punching my pillow a couple of times, I shut my eyes again and waited for sleep to take me.
After a while, my eyes popped open again to see that my alarm clock flashed that it was ten-fifteen. I didn’t get it. I was sleepy, but I was also so excited that I wasn’t able to drift off to dreamland.
I repositioned myself for a third time and attempted to fall asleep, but after another fifteen minutes later, I realized that it was useless. No matter what I did, I could not fall asleep.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?”
I yelped, clutched my hand to my chest. I hadn’t heard the stairs creak or the door open, but there Daddy stood in the now open doorway, the light from the hallway flooding into the darkness of my room.
I took a deep breath, waiting for my heart to stop pounding.
“You scared me.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to. I’ve been hearing you toss and turn for the last thirty minutes and wanted to check what was the matter.”
I didn’t realize I had been so loud, but I guessed all my pillow punching and grunting carried to his office.
“My eyes won’t stay closed and my brain won’t shut off. I want to go to sleep, so Santa can come, but I’m too excited.”
“Why don’t you try counting sheep, while I rub your back?” he asked, coming to the side of the bed and sitting down.
I knew that wouldn’t work for me. Counting sheep required too much energy and concentration. If I focused on that, then I would never fall asleep.
Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. I knew something that always made me very sleepy.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, honey?” he answered, placing his arms on either side of my body.
“Can you please give me a spanking?”
“A spanking?” His eyebrows drew together in confusion. “That isn’t something that you normally ask for. In fact, you always try to get out of any spankings that you earn.”
I thought about what I wanted to say next. He needed to understand that I needed this.
“I know, but counting sheep isn’t going to make me fall asleep. I know that receiving a spanking will.”
His lips pursed together as if he was deep in thought. Finally, he said, “Okay, sweetheart. Over my lap.”
He turned so his arms were no longer encircling me. Now he was sitting on the side of the bed.
I climbed onto his lap, my head and upper body going over the side of his legs. I braced my hands on the floor, to keep my balance.
He unsnapped the convenient back opening of my footie pajamas and pulled my panties down so my backside was revealed to him.
I tensed up as the air tickled my exposed bottom. I knew I had asked for this, but that didn’t mean I was going to enjoy the pain.
“Relax, baby girl,” he commanded, gently rubbing each cheek. “Tonight, this spanking is going to feel good. You’ve done nothing wrong, so I won’t punish you. Lie back and accept the sensations.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My cheeks relaxed a bit thanks to what he said and his constant rubbing. There was no way I could stay tense when he kneaded, squeezed, and stroked with his big, warm, comforting hands.
When the first smack fell on my ass, I was a bit surprised. It hit my cheek and it sounded like how my punishment spankings sounded, but instead of feeling the sharp bite of pain, it was a subtle sting and after a moment, the sensation moved to my pussy, making it tingle.
Several more smacks fell onto my ass. He alternated the cheek and place where they fell and soon the tingling in my pussy became an intense pulse. My inner thighs were soaked from my juices.
He would take small breaks, where he rubbed my backside, spreading the heat around. Instead of hurting, it actually felt really pleasant.
This confused me even more. Why would a spanking feel good? It never had in the past before when I was being my little girl self.
In fact, this spanking wasn’t making me sleepy at all. It was turning me on!
As if he could read my mind, Drew asked, “Are you getting aroused from your spanking, dear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmmm.” His fingers slipped between my thighs and skirted around my labial lips before finally diving into my drenched channel. “You certainly are wet. Would you like me to relieve the ache?”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled, grinding my pelvis against his lap.
He landed another two smacks to my bottom. These hurt a bit more than the previous ones, but only for a moment. The pain intensified my arousal.
“Use your words.”
I hated when he made me do this. It was so embarrassing having to vocalize what I wanted when he knew exactly what it was.
I took a deep breath and asked, “Sir, will you please allow me to come?”
“Since you asked so nicely, yes, you may.”
His left hand began to stroke my hair gently as the skilled fingers of his right hand zeroed in on my distended nub, rubbing it back and forth, and building the heat between my legs.
With each stroke, he increased pressure on my clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge.
When the hand in my hair tightened to the point of light pain, I was pushed over into the abyss of pleasure. My entire body tensed until it exploded. My muscles shook as my pussy walls attempted to clamp down on something, suddenly making me wish that I had his cock to fill me.
He pulled harder on my hair, making me cry out as it spurred my orgasm on even further while his fingers continued to apply pressure to my sensitive bud.
Finally, when all of the pleasure had been drained from me, he released my hair and his fingers moved away from my clit, going to rub my heated backside.
That was amazing . Daddy repositioned me, so I was now seated on his lap, my head against his shoulder.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open; the spanking and orgasm had wiped my energy.
“Are you ready to go to sleep now, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I answered, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Before you do, we need to get you cleaned up.”
He shifted me so I was lying on the bed. The flap behind my bottom was still open. The sheets irritated my heated bottom, but I was too sleepy to move.
Opening my eyes, I heard him come back; he held a rag and a pair of new panties in his hands. These panties were bright pink with sparkles all over them.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can go to sleep.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He removed my footie pajamas, taking care to wash between my thighs very well, before helping me slide the new panties over my pelvis and zip my pajamas back up.
He moved me to my side of the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
“Good night, sweetheart. I hope that you have pleasant dreams. Remember, when you wake up, Santa will have been here and left you presents.”
“I can’t wait,” I replied, letting out a yawn.
I heard him chuckle as he placed a kiss on my forehead and I drifted off to sleep dreaming of all the new toys I would receive tomorrow from Santa.