Chapter Seven
I woke up the next morning and blinked up into the streams of light that were starting to fill the room. Shifting in bed, I let out a happy moan. My butt still felt tender.
It dawned on me then that it was Christmas morning. Which meant that Santa had come when I slept!
“Daddy, wake up! It’s Christmas! Wake up!” I shouted, turning and shaking his shoulders.
His eyes flickered open.
“You’d make a good alarm clock, you know that, young lady?” he muttered, yawning.
What? That didn’t make sense. I was a person. Not a clock. “I’m not made of metal.”
He chuckled and pulled me into a big hug. “No, you most certainly aren’t, my dear.”
Squirming, I tried to get out of his hold. I wanted to go downstairs and start to open my presents.
“Come on, Daddy. We need to go and make sure that Santa came.”
“All right, all right. Let’s get up.”
He released me and I dashed out of his arms. Before I headed downstairs, I got on my hands and knees and reached under the bed. I had hidden all of my presents for Daddy underneath here.
I let out a sigh of relief when I found that they hadn’t been disturbed by the monster that I knew lived underneath, despite what Daddy said. I had been terrified to hide them there, fearing that the monster would eat them, but I couldn’t think of any other place where they would go undiscovered.
“That’s a lot of presents, sweetie,” he commented, when I stood up with my arms full.
“They sure are,” I agreed, smiling as I walked out of our room and down the stairs to the big Christmas tree in our living room.
It was already full of presents wrapped in two kinds of paper; one was Scooby Doo, and the other was a pretty gold foil with Christmas trees on it.
Last month, we had decided that all of the presents for my little girl self would be wrapped in Scooby Doo paper, and the presents for my adult self would be in the beautiful gold paper. The same went for the gifts for my daddy. That way, I would know the difference and I could open all of my little girl presents first, then we could eat breakfast, and afterwards, I would go back to my adult self and I would open my adult presents.
Placing the gifts for my husband all around the tree, I couldn’t wait for him to open them. I hoped that he liked them.
“All right, young lady. Are you ready to open up some presents?”
“Yeah!”
We sat down by the tree and Drew handed me the first present wrapped in Scooby Doo paper. I pulled it off to reveal a stuffed horse!
“She’s perfect!!” I gave her a big hug. Now I hoped that her and my teddy bear got along. I didn’t want Teddy to be jealous because I played with another stuffed animal.
“Do you like her, sweetie?”
“Oh, yes!”
“Here’s another present to open,” he exclaimed, handing me a rectangular box.
Ripping the paper off, I discovered a new outfit. It was blue jeans and a white top with golden polka dots on it.
“I love this top. The polka dots are so shiny!”
“Somehow, I knew that you would.” He smiled as he said this, enjoying simply watching me. But Daddy needed a present too!
“It’s your turn. Open up one of mine!”
I handed him a medium-sized box, practically bouncing with impatience as he carefully peeled the paper back to reveal the pencil holder that I had made for him. I’d gone to a store in the mall where you could make an object out of clay, fry it up in the store’s kiln, then come back the next day, paint it, and take it home. I’d painted a picture of the two of us on mine.
“This will be perfect for my office, honey. Now I don’t have to worry about losing any more of my pens or pencils.”
“I’m glad that you like it!”
I opened another present for me; the Finding Dory movie.
“Oh, this is awesome! I love baby Dory. She’s so cute!”
We had gone to see the movie when it was in theaters. It was awesome! Especially when Dory was reunited with her parents.
“Just like you are, honey,” Daddy said, pulling me into his lap and giving me a big hug as he kissed the side of my cheek.
“Stop it,” I giggled.
When he did, I handed him another present that I made for him. He opened it to discover a scrapbook. Inside, on each page, I had drawn him a picture. Some pictures were of him and me; some were of things that had happened before, like him checking underneath our bed to make sure that there weren’t any monsters living there.
“Sweetie, this is amazing. Thank you,” he said, looking up at me with a huge grin. I was really happy that he liked the present I made him. It took me a while to come up with a drawing for each of those pages.
“You’re welcome.”
We opened the rest of our presents and by the time that we finished, I was very happy. Santa had ended up bringing me three stuffed animals, two new outfits to wear, the Finding Dory movie, one board game, a coloring book, a new box of crayons, and three Barbie dolls. It was an excellent Christmas and we weren’t even done opening all of our presents.
Besides Daddy’s scrapbook and pencil holder, I had also made him a picture frame and drew a picture of the two of us for him to put in it. I also made him a bracelet. I told him that he didn’t have to wear it though. He could put it in his pencil holder. I think he was grateful that I said that, when he plopped the bracelet into the holder a second after I told him he could. I also made him a monster-catching device. It was a net and when you pulled the handle, it became smaller. That way, if he ever did catch the monster that I knew lived underneath our bed, he could put the net around him and squeeze it to make absolute sure that the monster wouldn’t escape.
“Let’s go and have some breakfast. Would you like to help me make it?”
“No. I want to go and watch television.”
“All right.”
We went into the family room and Daddy turned on the TV. Arthur’s Perfect Christmas had just begun to play.
“Are you sure that this is what you want to watch? You watched this yesterday,” he asked, still holding the remote, ready to change the channel if I asked him to.
“I’m positive. This is my favorite Christmas movie and the best scene is about to start.”
“I’ll call you when breakfast is ready, honey.”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the television as I pulled my new stuffed animals and teddy bear closer to me. We all wanted to watch this movie.
* * *
Far too soon, Daddy was calling us to come into the kitchen.
“Five more minutes,” I begged as the room filled with Buster’s Baxter Day song.
“You’re beginning to start a very bad habit of making Daddy ask twice.”
That’s when I noticed him in the doorway, wearing an apron, which was kind of funny, but also carrying a big wooden spoon, which was kind of not! He waited until I came alongside him and tipped my face up to his.
“Next time, we’ll have to do something to break you of this naughty habit of stalling, and I really don’t want to spank you on Christmas Day. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Good girl,” he said, caressing my cheek lightly and bending down for a kiss. “Now, let’s eat.”
Grabbing all of my stuffed animals from the couch, I headed into the kitchen.
I placed each stuffie on a seat, so they could eat breakfast with Daddy and me.
My Disney Princess plate was already at my place, filled with food, with a tall glass of orange juice next to it. He had made some of what I liked best: scrambled eggs with ham and cheese, and toast with butter and grape jelly. I loved this meal!
“Thank you for making this, Daddy. It looks yummy.” I took a bite out of my food, moaning at the tastes that danced across my tongue.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
He was grinning at me as he took a sip of his coffee and I knew he wasn’t mad at me anymore. I gazed back at him with a big grin. No one should be mad on Christmas!
We chowed down and talked about the presents that we had each received. It made me very happy that he liked all of the ones that I had made for him. I was worried that he wouldn’t. Especially with the monster net. I knew that he was already a pro at catching monsters, but just to be on the safe side, I wanted to make sure that he had something to protect himself with.
When there had been a noise in the closet, and he had gotten up and taken the monster net with him, I knew for sure that he liked it. I laughed when he came back carrying my fake leopard hat in the monster net.
He had joked that he had captured a live one, but I knew it was my hat.
“Chloe, do you want to change out of your footie pajamas before we open up our other presents?” he asked as he grabbed my plate and brought it and his to the sink to wash before putting it into the drying rack.
I thought about it for a minute.
“I don’t think so. I know that for the rest of the day I’m going to act like your wife and not your little girl, but these pajamas are so comfortable. I could spend the entire day in them.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you can do.”
“Well, I hope that I don’t spend the entire day in them. I’m totally down with undressing so we can have a bit of fun later,” I joked, giving him a wink.
He grinned before coming back over and giving me a quick kiss.
“Why don’t we go and open up the other presents. I can’t wait to see what you think about one of them.”
The way that he sounded when he phrased that sentence had me wondering if he was interested in what my reaction was going to be or if he already knew what it was going to be. It made me worried for my bottom. Knowing him, it was probably going to be a new set of wooden spoons that he was going to want to try out on my bottom to make sure that they were worthy. I shuddered at the thought.
We sat back down by the tree next to the golden presents. It looked like there were as many as there had been for my little self.
“You open up the first present, dear,” he commanded, handing me a box.
I peeled the paper away to reveal a new set of pink flannel pajamas.
“Thank you, sweetie. These look super comfortable,” I admitted, holding them up and running my fingers over the soft fabric.
“You’re welcome.”
The next present was for him. It was a blue dress shirt. I loved the dark blue color on him. It made him look extra sexy.
“I think maybe I’ll have to wear this tonight when I inspect your bottom, Mrs. Harding,” he murmured, smirking. He knew how much I liked this color on him.
“Whatever you wish, Mr. Harding.”
We opened a couple more presents each. I was super excited when I received an Apple watch and The Lord of the Rings special edition trilogy. I had watched my copies on DVD so many times that I had worn them out and they skipped in places.
When he handed me a fairly small present with a huge grin on his face, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was scared that this was the wooden spoon set that I feared.
Slowly, I pulled the gold wrapping paper back to reveal a box with what looked like a pink spatula. But it had a clock on it.
Looking up at my husband, I was hoping that he’d clue me in on what exactly this gift was.
“You don’t know what this is?” he asked, taking the box from my hands.
I shook my head.
He opened the box quickly. It was then that I noticed that it had been opened before.
He pulled out the object and instructed me to lie back.
“Honey, what’s going on?” I asked as he unzipped my pajamas.
“You’ll see.”
He slipped the device underneath my panties and right in between my legs, settling the flat part of the device on my mound and another skinny part right on my clit. He pressed a couple of buttons, before zipping my pajamas back up.
“What’s going on?” I asked, starting to sit back up.
“Stay where you are, Chloe. Give it a minute.”
I stared up at the ceiling, thinking that Drew’s present for me was a waste of money when suddenly, I felt a small vibration in between my legs. The slim part of the device that was between my legs tickled my lips and vibrated against my clit.
“Oh, that feels good,” I moaned.
A moment later, the sensations became more intense.
Always being a quick one to orgasm, especially when there were vibrations to my clit, I could feel myself starting to get aroused.
My channel began to produce more of my juices as my clit swelled up. The vibrations between my legs got even stronger.
My toes curled inside my footie pajamas as my hands clenched. With each minute that passed, the intensity of the vibrations grew stronger and stronger, until all of my muscles felt like they were going to break from how tense they were.
I wanted to come, but realized that I hadn’t asked permission to do so, which was against the rules.
“Sir?”
“Yes, dear?” he asked, suddenly leaning over me as the vibrations kicked it up another notch.
“Oh!” I groaned, trying to control myself, but I was having a really hard time. This humming device of torment was snuggled up right on my clit, after all.
“Did you need something, honey?” he teased.
“Can I please come?” I gasped out.
“Let me think about it.” Just then the speed increased again. Holy crap!
“Please!” I cried out. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to wait. A girl could only have a toy vibrating between her legs for so long before she lost control.
“You may come.”
Closing my eyes, I let the vibrations take me away. My orgasm pulsed through my body, all my muscles tightening and then relaxing as my inner vaginal walls tried to clamp down on something.
The vibrations kept coming, spurring my orgasm on further and further. Finally, I didn’t think I’d be able to take anymore, but the device didn’t quit.
“Drew,” I sobbed, needing the attention to stop.
He must have known what I meant because he was unzipping my pajamas and turned the toy off before removing it from in between my legs.
“Thank you,” I panted, trying to catch my breath from all of that excitement.
“I take it you liked your present.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You were beautiful to watch come. I think I’m going to enjoy watching it every morning. While I sit back and drink my coffee.”
“Every morning?”
I didn’t know if I could handle waking up to that every day. It was super intense, the way that it had been positioned; I didn’t have any control over the settings and the vibrations got stronger and stronger. It was a good thing that I had been lying down on the floor; otherwise, I’d be worried that my legs would have given out.
“Yes, this is an alarm clock that you can program and it’ll wake you up to an orgasm.”
That wouldn’t be a bad way to wake up every day, but I was worried about afterwards. My entire body felt like jelly now. How the heck was I going to get up out of bed after a session with that thing and still be on time to work?
My distress must have shown on my face because he said, “Maybe this alarm clock will only be for special occasions.”
“I like that idea.”
He put the toy back in the box. I was so going to wash it afterward. He leaned over me again, gave me a kiss before zipping my pajamas back up.
When I sat up, I could feel my panties were soaked from my arousal. I looked down at myself, praying that there wouldn’t be a big wet spot noticeable. Thankfully, there wasn’t.
“Problem, sweetie?”
I felt my face heat as I admitted, “My panties are drenched from that toy. It feels gross to sit in them.”
A big smile crossed his face. Like the cat who ate the canary. “I have a simple solution to that. Take off all of your clothes, Chloe.”
That stopped me as I was reaching for another present. “But Sir, the windows are wide open. The neighbors could see. We do have other ones besides the Fitzgeralds.”
One of his eyebrows arched halfway up his forehead as he stared at me in obvious disbelief.
“Who’s in charge of this household?”
“You are,” I admitted with a sigh. Something told me that I wouldn’t be getting my way.
“That’s correct. Now, I’m telling you to take your clothes off. Yes, the windows are open, but there’s a huge tree in the way. No one will be able to see inside. So, you better shimmy out of those footie pajamas by the count of three or else your bottom is going to be spanked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I took off my pajamas, along with my panties and bra. He held his hands out for my clothes. I gave them to him and he tossed them into the entryway, out of the way.
“Good girl,” he praised as I sat back on my heels.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Open up another present.”
He handed me a rectangular box.
I pulled the wrapping paper off quickly. When a piece of paper grazed my nipple, it beaded from the attention.
Of course, he noticed this. “Hmm, it seems I have to add wrapping paper to my list of objects to use on your nipples.”
“What about paper cuts?” I asked, pausing halfway through opening my present. It would hurt like the dickens if I got a cut there.
“Let me worry about that, young lady. Now, keep opening your present.”
I opened the box to reveal a beautiful green lingerie set. The panties had strings on either side that tied together, making it very easy to take off. The bra left nothing to the imagination. It was made of sheer, lacy material. There was a tiny robe that came along with the set. It was very flimsy and wouldn’t hide much, but I think that’s what he wanted.
“Put it on, darling. That way you won’t be naked.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I said, slipping the bra on, followed by the panties and robe. “I love this present. It’s a beautiful color and the fabric of these panties feels amazing.”
I moved my hips and the silky material ran over my pussy again.
“I’m glad that you like your present. You can be my little elf. Daddy’s little elf.”
I laughed at his joke. “All I need are the pointy ears and curled shoes and I really could be an elf.”
“Actually, there is one more thing in the box that you missed that will complete your outfit.”
“What?” I dug through the tissue paper in the box. I was sure that I had gotten everything out of it.
To my surprise, I pulled out a small velvet box that I hadn’t seen in my original search. I opened it and was speechless.
He had gotten me this exquisite necklace. It had a large, circular emerald in the center. All around the emerald were small diamonds. It was absolutely beautiful.
“Oh, honey, thank you. It’s too much though.” I gushed, diving into his arms and giving him a hug and kiss.
He pulled back and said, “No it isn’t. You’re my beautiful wife and you deserve to have something equally beautiful around your neck. I know that a few months ago we were talking about potential collars for you. We will know its significance, but you can wear it everywhere without anyone being suspicious and it goes so well with your hazel eyes.”
“I will cherish this collar every day.”
“And I will cherish you every day; let me put it on you.”
I handed him the necklace as I pulled my hair out of the way.
He put it on me. I glanced down at the rock between my cleavage. I couldn’t believe that he had chosen it for me and all that it symbolized. I was his and nothing would ever change that.
“You really like it?”
I turned to look back at my husband. “I absolutely love it, Sir. Thank you so much.”
I gave him another hug and kiss before climbing out of his lap and handing him the present that I was most anxious to give him.
He peeled the wrapping paper back extra slowly, or at least that’s how it felt to me. Once he had the box unwrapped, he opened it, and didn’t move or say a word.
Oh, shit, he doesn’t like it , I thought. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid. I had planned this moment and saved and worked so many extra hours so I could get him this present and it was all for nothing. He hated it.
Before I could say anything, I was flat on my back. He had my arms raised above my head in one of his hands. In the other, he held the present I had gotten for him.
“Chloe Harding, this is the most fantastic, generous, sweet, meaningful present that anyone has ever given me. I love it and will wear it every day.”
His green eyes almost glowed as his lips pressed down to mine. The tone of this kiss was very apparent; he was in charge. I submitted to him, my lips opening for his tongue to invade my mouth as my thighs relaxed, spreading apart for him to do with as he pleased.
All of a sudden, he broke the kiss and pulled me up into his lap.
“Let’s admire this present together,” he joked as he held up the watch I had had custom-made for him, for both of us to look at.
The watch was made out of gold and around the clock it had the words, Best Friend, Husband, Master, Daddy, Soulmate . And on the back of the clock, I had an inscription added, reading, I love you, Drew. Xoxo - Chloe .
I had decided to get him this gift about six months ago. He had always loved wearing watches. The one that he wore since we went on our first date was his grandfather’s. It was a very old watch. About six months ago, it had broken. He had been heartbroken when the jeweler he took it to declared that it was irreparable.
I had asked him why he didn’t just buy himself another watch and he admitted that he only wanted to wear a watch that had sentimental value. Around this time too, we were talking about potential collars for me.
It dawned on me in that moment that I could have a watch custom-made for him. That way, it would be sentimental and it was also like my version of a collar for my daddy and sir. I had worked with a local jeweler to design this watch for him. When I found out how much it was going to cost, I knew that I’d have to work extra so I didn’t take it out of our savings.
If I had done that, he would have wanted to know why I needed that large amount of money and that would’ve defeated the entire surprise.
“You really like it?” I asked, wanting to make sure that he really did.
“Yes, I really do. I’m going to wear it every day.”
“I’ll wear my new collar every day too,” I promised as he gently fingered the emerald, which I realized rested over my heart. How appropriate! “We’ll only take them off whenever we shower.”
“Deal,” he chuckled, giving me a quick kiss before he put the watch on his wrist.
I pictured him wearing his new watch and the blue shirt I got him. He’d be my walking wet dream. We were going to have fun tonight.