A Very Naughty Christmas

Chapter Five

He was going to go easy on her. He’d decided that long before they’d pulled into his driveway. He was going to give her a firm lesson, yes, but overall, it wouldn’t be too hard a spanking. He’d hoped that today would be a day purely for funishment, not punishment, which was why he’d given Sara the warning spanking in the car before they’d even walked into the fair. He had to admit, for the most part, she’d done pretty well. And he knew that she was going to have to have time to adjust to the new aspect of their relationship. He would have let her off the hook entirely if he could have, but he knew that to do so would be a disservice to her. She needed to learn the boundaries as quickly as possible.

“I want you to go inside and go straight to the corner,” he told her as he opened the passenger side door and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Put your nose to the wall and think about what you’ve done to earn yourself a spanking.”

She visibly flinched when he said spanking , but nodded. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now get moving.”

She climbed out of the car and began to walk toward the house, but he hurried her along with a couple of light smacks to her behind, ignoring the doe-eyed look she gave him over her shoulder. In fact, he enjoyed it so much that he kept giving her bottom light smacks every few steps she took until she was practically hopping toward the door.

“Daddy!” she protested in a pleading mewl. “Someone might see !”

“All they’ll see is a little girl about to get the medicine she deserves.”

With a quiet hmph she turned to face him and leaned against the frame of the house, keeping her bottom firmly pressed against the boards.

Alex successfully hid his smile. He knew it—she really did have a little brat hiding beneath that angelic exterior. “If I want to spank you, little one, you’re not going to be able to stop me.” He turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. “Now, get inside and get that naughty nose of yours in the corner.”

Sara regarded him with wide eyes as she tried to inch past him, still hiding her bottom. He waited patiently, saying nothing, but just as she was about to scoot inside he caught her wrist, turned her around, and delivered a sound wallop to her behind that had her squealing.

“ Now , young lady!” he barked.

Now she didn’t hop, she literally ran for the door. Once she was out of sight, Alex finally allowed himself the pleasure of smiling after all. He’d wanted a little to love for a long time, and though Sara had begun to seem like the ideal candidate after she’d accidentally called him ‘Daddy,’ she was exceeding his wildest expectations.

Grabbing the morning paper off the stoop, he tucked it under his arm and walked inside. He found Sara in the kitchen, her backbone straight and stiff as she stood with her nose to the wall. He took a moment to take her in—she had such a tiny waist, and a round enough rear that it stuck out temptingly. He could feel his cock starting to rise, but he immediately turned his thoughts away. She deserved punishment today and nothing else. It was truly a pity. He’d hoped that they’d have cause to enjoy each other’s company in a more sensual way, but apparently it wasn’t meant to be.

Alex pulled back a kitchen chair and sat, unfolding the paper. He hadn’t had a chance to read it before he and Sara had left for the fair, and this way he could keep a close eye on her and what was more, she would know he was right behind her, which would add to her apprehension over the punishment he had planned for her. Already he could see her beginning to squirm. He wanted to ask her what she was thinking about—was she imagining his hand blistering her naughty rear while she yelped, or was it a stern lecture she feared? She’d get both, whether she liked it or not.

He began to flip through the paper, pausing at the sports and business sections to read what had happened while he’d slept the night before. Every so often, he glanced up, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to break the spell his silence cast. He could tell it was working wonders making her a very, very sorry little girl without his having to say a word.

“Sara.” When he finally called her name, his voice low and definitive, he could swear he saw her begin to tremble. “Come here, please.”

She turned to face him, and he was surprised to see that her cheeks were already streaked with tears. There were a lot of things he’d thought about when it came to having a little, but he’d never imagined that he’d get one who could so easily tug at his heartstrings like she did.

Her steps were small and slow as she shuffled toward him, and he had to stop himself from laughing aloud. He wondered if she could possibly have any idea how adorable she looked as she came, ever so reluctantly, to accept her punishment.

Finally, she came to stand in front of him.

“Sara,” he began, but she immediately cut him off.

“I shouldn’t have argued with you. I shouldn’t have, and especially not after you’d already warned me in the car. I shouldn’t have done it at all, but definitely not in front of a stranger. I’m sorry. You were only worried about my safety. I should have seen that.”

Alex was taken aback for a moment—she’d hung her head and seemed truly contrite, rather than just sorry she was being punished. But he quickly regained his composure. “Who’s giving the lecture here, little girl?”

She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Well, regardless, you’re absolutely right. Look at me, Sara.” He didn’t speak again until her beautiful eyes were focused on his. “There is a way to go about our disagreements—and we will have them. Just because I’m the daddy doesn’t mean that you can’t have your own opinion and it doesn’t mean I won’t listen to it. I want to know what you think, and when you have a problem. But there is a way to go about it that would have kept you out of trouble today. When you take issue with something I say, you can quietly take me aside and respectfully discuss it. Now, that doesn’t mean it will change my mind, and you may not get what you want when you want it, but at least you get to be heard. Sometimes we’ll need to talk things over for a while before we understand each other. I want us to have that type of relationship, but what I won’t accept is you being defiant. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Now, what do you think that your punishment should be?”

“You could ground me from going back to the fair.”

“Today is the last day. Nice try. Care to try again?”

“Um… no hugs for the rest of the week?”

“Ha! You wouldn’t last an hour. Now, try again, and make it count this time.”

Sara sighed, loud and long. “You’re going to spank me?”

“That’s right. You’re going to go over my knee for a good, hard spanking that will leave you squirming when you sit down,” he told her matter-of-factly. “And you will have to sit to do the lines you still owe me.”

When she groaned aloud, he could tell that she had forgotten and was not relishing the prospect of the punishment that awaited her. Which was good, he supposed. If she had, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment.

“Take off your skirt, baby.”

She slid it down with reluctant fingers, her lips turned down in a pout. Once the tulle had hit the floor, he gestured her over his knee.

Once she was firmly in place, Alex took the liberty of pulling down her leggings in one quick tug and exposing her delightfully full bottom. She really did have the most beautiful set of cheeks he’d ever laid eyes on. However, now was not the time to be thinking about them—unless he was pondering exactly what shade of pink to turn them.

“I am disappointed, Sara,” he scolded as his hand began to lightly smack up and down her bottom, warming up her skin. “We had just talked about it in the car. Now, I know you’re going to need some time to get used to this, and I do too, but it is not hard to remember to always speak to me with respect.”

“Y-yes, Sir!” she cried out, wincing as the smacks he delivered got steadily harder. He created a pattern—three spanks up her right cheek, then three smacks down the left. Over and over it went and the building sting had her sniffling in no time.

“Apparently I didn’t provide a memorable enough lesson in the car, so I intend to make up for it now,” was the last thing he said before he set to work in earnest. His hand created quite an impression as it landed with a sharp pop again and again. Alex kept his eyes on her smooth cheeks, watching as the creamy skin flushed pink. He made sure to paint every inch of his naughty canvas the same shade of blush and then set to turning it darker. All the while, Sara bounced and yelped over his lap.

“I’m sor-ree!” she cried out, but her only answer was the smattering of smacks that rained down. It wasn’t long before sniffles turned to tears and Sara gave up her twisting and squirming to lie helpless over his lap, until he deemed her punishment through.

When he finally let her up, he noted that her cheeks were blushing furiously.

“I’m sorry,” she tried again, going to bury her face in his shirt. He let her, but after a quick hug, he pulled her away again.

“I had already warned you before we went inside,” he said, the sternness in his voice making her sense that they weren’t quite through yet. “And because of that, I think this spanking calls for a little something extra.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, choking back a sob that threatened to escape.

“I want you to go into the kitchen, look in my utensils canister, and get me the widest wooden spoon you can find.”

Her eyes widened to huge circles. “I… I said I was sorry. I know I was a bad girl, but… but you’ve already spanked me. And I am really sorry.”

“If you were that sorry, I don’t think you’d be arguing with me again, would you, little girl?”

She winced at the reproof and reached for her pants.

“Take them off,” he instructed. “You won’t need them.”

With another wince, she pulled them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them. Then Alex watched as she went into the kitchen. Her bottom was the color of strawberry ice cream.

When she returned and offered him the wooden spoon, he nodded his approval and reached out and took it.

“Bend over the table this time,” he told her, “and stick your bottom out. There—yes, just like that. I’m going to give you two on each cheek this time. I want each of them to remind you that I won’t tolerate any argument where your safety is concerned. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she offered softly. When she’d obeyed his order, he stood and adjusted her just so before aligning the spoon with the intended target—the meatiest part of her bottom. Wham! It slammed against her flesh, causing her to cry out, just as he’d known she would. He gave it a few moments for the full impact of the spank to set in before he aimed the spoon for the exact same spot on the other cheek. He gave it an equally hard wallop that left Sara gasping. He gave her a longer break this time—enough of one so that she could catch her breath.

“Hold on tightly to the table,” he cautioned her. “That way, you won’t accidentally turn around. If you do that, we’ll have to start over.”

With a tearful “yes, Sir,” Sara obeyed and he raised his hand again.

This time, Alex focused on her sit spots where the bottom and thigh meet. If she was going to be doing lines, he wanted her to be very focused. The best way to accomplish that was to give her something to think about. He gave her two more smarting pops, one to each of her sit spots. By the time he finished, she was whimpering in protest as tears streamed down her cheeks. But he was very impressed that she hadn’t let go.

“All right, baby. Your spanking is over now. You’re through, you can turn around now.”

She did so and immediately threw her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shirt.

“I thought you didn’t want my hugs?” he asked with a loving chuckle.

“I wouldn’t need a hug if you h-hadn’t sp-spanked me so hard,” she cried.

“Little girls all need hugs from their daddy,” he replied as he squeezed her. This was the part he enjoyed the most—when he got to comfort her over a well-earned punishment. He knew that he’d done his job delivering the lesson she needed, and now she took respite in his loving embrace.

Once the tears had mostly subsided, he pried her away from him. “Okay, baby-girl, now it’s time to get to those lines. You have fifty. I want them to say ‘I will not talk back to Daddy.’ Nice and neat.”

Sara groaned and made a face at him but she began to move to sit. On her way, she paused and began to reach for her pants, but he cleared his throat.

“What?”

“I told you. You won’t need them.”

Grumbling under her breath, Sara sat, trying to muffle her cry as she sat down. He knew that the hard wood couldn’t feel very good on her sore, red bottom. He got her three sheets of clean notebook paper and two sharpened pencils, which he put in front of her. Then he sat down across from her and continued to read his paper, holding it in front of his face so that she didn’t see him smile when she fidgeted in her seat.

Alex had nearly read it cover to cover when she finally announced that she was finished. Setting the paper down, he took the sheets from her and looked them over before nodding his approval. “Very good. Now, I think you should take a nap.”

“I’m not sleepy,” she said in the most pitiful little girl voice he’d ever heard.

“Sara…”

“Oh, all right,” she sighed. Then, after a moment, her expression brightened slightly. “Will you tuck me in?”

“Of course I will.”

“Can I sleep with my bear you got me?”

“I think we left it in the car.”

“ Please , Daddy…”

“You are becoming quite spoiled, you know that?” he teased, lifting a hand to ruffle her hair.

“That’s okay—I know you won’t ever let me get out of line.”

He chuckled to himself. She was right about that.

* * *

When Sara awoke, she felt like she was sleeping in a fluffy cloud. She was surrounded by soft down pillows, a cozy afghan, and her brand new teddy bear. She sighed luxuriously. Surely this was what heaven felt like. Then she shifted, ever so slightly, and her bottom screamed at her. Okay—so maybe not quite heaven, but close. She heard a cough and turned her head. Then she smiled to see that Daddy was sitting in the armchair in the corner. It touched her that he’d sat with her while she’d slept.

“Hello,” she said, suddenly little-girlish and shy.

Daddy Alex looked up and smiled at her. “Sleeping Beauty awakes.”

“Did you know that was my favorite movie, or did you just get lucky?” she asked.

“Is it? Well, we’ll have to watch it sometime.” Daddy set down the book he’d been reading and walked toward her, sitting in the space on the bed that wasn’t occupied. “Are you ready to get out of bed?”

“If I owned this bed, I don’t see how I’d ever get out of it,” she told him. “I don’t know how you manage to make it to work at all.”

“Let’s just say it’s what I focus on to keep me going on the long days,” he chuckled.

“Oh, and here I’d hoped that that would be me.” She batted her eyelashes.

“You are a tempting little thing, there’s no denying that.”

Sara thought he meant to pat her leg, but being unaware of his intention, she turned toward him and his hand ended up brushing against her pussy instead. A shot of electricity pulsed through her body at the contact, however brief, however unintentional, and she gasped aloud.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

She wondered if it was possible that he hadn’t known what he’d done. “No, just… can you do it again?”

Daddy arched a brow at her. “You were just soundly spanked not even three hours ago,” he reminded her.

“Yes, Sir, and I learned my lesson. Scout’s honor.”

Daddy chuckled softly. “That may be, little one, but my point is that naughty girls don’t get rewarded. Remember?”

She pouted prettily. “What if I promise not to enjoy it too much?”

He shifted and ran a finger tenderly along the curve of her face. “I’m afraid that might not be a promise you could keep.”

She mewled at the pleasure his touch wrought, silently admitting that he was probably right. “Please, Daddy.”

“All right,” he agreed. “But there’s something I want to tell you first.” Pulling back the afghan, he lifted the shirt he’d let her borrow to sleep in, baring both her tummy and her breasts. Sara blushed and automatically lifted her arms to shield them, but Daddy shook his head at her. Then, with a pair of fingers he reached for her right nipple and rolled it gently between his fingers until she was writhing in desire. “I want you to remember that just like the hands that can be either soft, or hard,” here he pinched her nipple, making her cry out, “I can use my cock to either pleasure or punish as I see fit.”

She wasn’t sure what left her more out of breath—the silkily delivered promise or the way he was making her wet!

“So make sure you’re on your very best behavior,” he warned.

“Ooh, yes, Daddy,” she practically purred as he stroked her hardened nipple. When Alex bent his head to take it in his mouth, she gave a breathy little cry and arched her back to meet him. The feeling of his cool, wet tongue against her flesh was absolutely delicious. She could tell at once that he was the most skilled lover she’d ever been with it, and each moment under his gentle, loving care only proved it.

After each of her nipples had been suckled in turn and every muscle in her body had dissolved to liquid heat in her desire, he gave his full attention to delivering soft, lingering kisses that started at the nape of her neck and traveled down all the way to her belly button. Every place his lips touched tingled where he’d kissed her. She’d never been so turned on in her life . And when Alex inserted a finger into her pussy, she nearly came undone on the spot.

“Does that feel good, little girl?” he murmured in her ear.

“Oh, yes, Daddy. So good.”

“Then remember—this is what good girls get. Bad girls…” He inserted another finger to join the first and began strumming her clit in a way that was torturously pleasurable.

“Oh!” she squealed. “Oh, Daddy !”

Suddenly, just when she was close to coming, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her gasping and wide-eyed.

She stared at him, agape, but Daddy Alex just gave her a wink.

“Effective, isn’t it?”

Sara wrinkled her brow as she pouted. “That’s not fair! I’ve already been punished.”

“Yes,” he agreed, settling back against her. “Yes, you were, kitten. I was just giving you a reminder of what you can look forward to when you disobey the rules.” He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “I bet you’ll be thinking twice from now on, won’t you?”

“Hmph,” she pouted, but inwardly, she was silently agreeing. She’d thought spankings were as bad as it got, but clearly she’d been mistaken.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you sure?” he teased, his eyes dancing as he looked down at her. “Are you wet enough?”

“Dad- dee …”

“Just checking.” He winked.

Then he was looming over her, looking like the most incredibly handsome male specimen she’d ever laid eyes on. Alex was completely trim, without an ounce of fat. And the muscles in his shoulders and chest bulged as he moved. He was also a wonderful golden tan year round. Adonis had nothing on her daddy!

And then, he was unbuttoning his pants and shucking them off. Sara’s eyes wandered down and then her mouth dropped open as his cock sprang forward. Yes, her daddy was all man all right and put the boys she’d been with before to shame! A little shiver ran across her skin as she thought about that big, hard cock being thrust into her pussy. She wanted him so badly in that moment that she nearly grabbed for it to do it herself, but she had a feeling that Daddy wouldn’t like that very much. Good girls probably kept their hands to themselves.

“What is it, little one?”

At his question, she realized that she must have moaned aloud. Her cheeks flushed and she dropped her eyes, but she couldn’t help but asking, “Can I touch it?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart.” And then he was taking her hand and putting it on his cock. The warmth of his skin, the musky, manly scent of him that filled her nostrils made her want him even more than she’d thought possible.

She began to stroke the shaft of his cock, marveling at how soft and silky his skin felt in her hand. And while she cupped her hand around his manhood, she couldn’t help but think of how good it would feel when he finally put it inside of her.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm, baby?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You are making me feel good, princess.”

“No.” She looked at him through lowered lashes. “I mean, really, really good.”

“Well, how could I say no to that?” he chuckled. “What did you have in mind?”

Instead of answering aloud, she sat up and slid off the bed, onto her knees.

“Oh, I see. You really are naughty.”

“This is a good kind of naughty, isn’t it, Daddy?”

“Yes, the best kind of naughty,” he agreed as he moved to stand in front of her.

Sara took hold of his shaft again, but only long enough to guide it into her mouth. She was immediately gratified by the sound of his moan. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, loving the way he grasped a fistful of her hair in answer.

Previously Sara had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs and she’d performed the task rarely and with great reluctance. Her longest running boyfriend from sophomore year had only ever gotten two and they’d been together a little over six months. She didn’t really know why she was so eager to give one to Daddy, except perhaps to show him her complete submission and devotion. But she should have known that it would be different with him—everything else was. And when her mouth closed around his cock, from that very moment she felt like she was giving her first blowjob. She had no distaste for him, only a hunger she had to satisfy. And he didn’t make her feel gross or inept—in fact, she felt nothing but wholly loved. What woman wouldn’t get on her knees willingly for that?

So it was with relish that Sara took to the task of pleasing her daddy. She worked her lips up and down his long, large shaft. She started slowly at first, but as he hardened even more in her mouth, she tightened her lips around him and grabbed hold of his legs so that she could move quicker back and forth.

She wasn’t sure how long that she’d been at it before she felt Daddy Alex tap her head. She looked up at him and saw that he was motioning for her to stop.

“What?” she asked after he helped her to her feet. “Was I not doing it right?”

“Oh, Sara,” he chuckled, pulling her close. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect. But I don’t want to come without bringing you pleasure, baby.”

“I like pleasuring you,” she objected, realizing to her surprise that it was true. Theirs hadn’t been a long relationship, by any means, but it had already surpassed every relationship she’d ever had in both intensity and maturity.

“And I love you for that, baby, I really do. But this first time, I’m going to come inside you. Believe me, there will be other times when I will deny that pleasure to you no matter how much you beg.”

“When I’ve been a bad girl?” she guessed.

“You got it. But right now you’re being a very, very good girl and you deserve a reward. Lie on your back, sweet girl.”

She complied immediately and when she once again saw Daddy looming over her, she couldn’t help but smile. And then he was sliding inside her—slowly, gently at first, but then with more vigor. Sara had never been the kind of girl who enjoyed sex. After her first time, she’d thought it would be better the second, and then when it wasn’t—and the third and fourth weren’t either—she’d resigned herself to the fact that she just wasn’t one of those girls who enjoyed sex.

But lying beneath Daddy, she discovered something wonderful: all those other boys had just been doing it wrong. She knew this with more certainty each and every time he thrust into her pussy. He was slow and considerate, taking his time in finding the right rhythm. He didn’t grope her blindly and grunt and roll over after three frenzied thrusts. No, he stroked her hair and touched her face and even leaned down to kiss her mouth as he made the sweetest love to her. And she never wanted it to end. But at the same time she knew that when it did, there would be another time, and another after that. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.

Bit by bit, he picked up the pace and he soon had her moaning beneath his expert ministrations. Her skin flushed with heat as the molten lava in her belly spread throughout her body. So this is what they meant by hot-blooded! She didn’t think there was a woman alive who could stay cool around her daddy!

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise as a single hard thrust had her toes curling.

“Remember the rule, princess,” he ground out as he thrust inside her once more.

Rule? What rule? She wasn’t thinking of anything except of digging her nails into him harder, of meeting his every thrust, of staying with him just like this, with their bodies intertwined, forever.

His thrusts became harder and closer together and she was uttering breathy little cries with every single one. She’d never felt so warm, so delicious, so loved…

It was getting harder to breathe. It felt like being on top of a mountain—the air was thinner up here, but she knew soon she’d jump off and be able to fly. She could feel her taut, tight muscles preparing for flight… any moment now she’d take to the sky and soar.

And then she remembered. Just in time, she remembered.

“Daddy, may I please come?” she asked, the words tumbling one after the other in her haste to get them out.

He grinned down at her, clearly amused. “Yes, little one. Since you said please.”

She sighed with relief, and on his very next thrust, her pussy grasped greedily at his cock and then she was letting go, finding her release with a loud, guttural cry of ecstasy that her ears didn’t even recognize as her own. “Oh! Oh ! Oh, Daddy, yes !” she was screaming.

And then he was spilling his seed inside her, hot and sweet and so incredibly gratifying. When he fell onto the bed beside her, she instantly curled into his side, sighing happily when he draped an arm around her. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face. If nothing else good happened on this trip, that alone had been worth the drive back to her hometown.

* * *

Sara hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep until she felt Daddy shaking her awake.

“I’m going to hop in the shower. Want to come?”

“I don’t know when I’ve had a better invitation,” she replied, allowing him to help her stand to her feet. When they got into the bathroom, she stood, her arms wrapped around her chest as she waited for Daddy to get it to a temp he liked. Then he stepped inside and with the warm water streaming down his chest, he offered her a hand and helped her in.

“Put your back to the water,” he told her.

She obeyed and as soon as she did she felt his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp as he made sure her hair was doused by the spray. Once it was all wet, he reached for the shampoo.

“I guess you’ll be wanting to get something girly smelling over here, but Head & Shoulders will have to do for now.”

The idea of having her own shampoo at his place—the fact that he’d even mentioned it—made her feel all warm and tingly inside. Of course, it could have just been the water, but somehow, she doubted it.

And then he was soaping up her hair, humming to himself while he worked. It was a simple act, sure, but one that left her feeling adored. Once he’d done it to his satisfaction, Daddy Alex ordered her to tilt her head back and he gently moved her head this way and that until he pronounced it free of soap.

Then he picked up the washcloth that hung over the towel rack in the back of the shower, scrubbed it with soap, and was then washing her all over, from her neck down to her toes. She’d never felt so squeaky clean in all her life, or so precious.

“Time to get out. I’ll get you a nice, warm towel and—”

Sara argued with him for the third time that day when she dropped down to her knees. Without a word, she took him in her mouth, determined to finish what she’d started earlier.

“Bad girl,” he scolded, but she kept right on sucking him, because she could tell he didn’t mean it. Besides which, she didn’t want to stop.