20. Chapter 20
Daphne
Being Little might look different than some but she was learning to be ok with that.
She loved coloring, crafting, watching cartoons, and building legos.
She loved the fun pink and frilly outfits she got to wear, and the big bows that completed each one.
Her Little headspace allowed her to let go of adult responsibilities and just be, even if for a short time.
She adored Eamon and his harsh sadist side, but loved his soft Daddy side just as much.
The balance was beautiful and she couldn’t stop smiling.
“Are you girls ready for Santa to come?” Eamon asked her and Kiera.
She had seen little of Rae but knew there were some things happening she didn’t know about.
Hopefully she was ok. She worried about her friend.
She finally had two close friends, and she just wanted them to be as deliriously happy as she was.
“We are so ready, Daddy. SO ready. We baked cookies today and we have carrots for all the reindeer. You ‘membered to mail my letter overnight to Santa, right?”
“Of course, Little Panda. I made sure it got there and Santa is working hard to make sure you have all the surprises your heart desires.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she snuggled in closer.
“I don’t really need anything, Daddy. I have you. You are really all I need and want for Christmas. This has been the most magical week of my life. Even with all the drama, I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anything for my favorite girl. Now, after the movie, it will be time for teeth brushing and Little girls to get into bed. Santa needs to come and he will only come if all Littles are tucked in tight, dreaming of pleasant things.” He patted her hip at her whine of protest. “Santa will definitely bring switches for naughty Little girls who need red bottoms to cooperate and obey their Daddy.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “But I would like to lodge a formal complaint to the Board of Daddies for you being a meaniehead.”
“Your complaint is denied and you can spend some time over my knee before bed.”
“But Daddy! I was just being a little bit sassy. I don’t needs a spankin’ and I don’t want switches in my stocking either!”
“Just watch your movie, Little Panda. You can argue with me later.”
She huffed and turned back to the movie, winking when she caught Kiera’s eye, who promptly starting giggling so hard, her Daddy took her to bed. It was that delirious, tired laugh, so it was time. Being a Little was so much fun.
“I think it’s also time for us to go to bed, Little Panda. Up you go.” He turned off the TV, pulling her up despite her pouting protests.
“But Daddyyyyy,” she whined, “I’m not seepies yet.”
“Well that’s a good thing because we have a spanking to take care of.” He gently pulled her to the bedroom and stripped her Christmas PJs off of her. Not giving her time to even think, he drew her over his knees. “My sassy girl needs a red bottom, huh?”
“I think you have me mistaken with someone else, Daddy. I’m not sassy. And I am definitely not sassy on Christmas Eve. This should be illegal.” She fluttered her feet in protest.
“You should feel very lucky that I am in such a good mood, otherwise you would get some penalty strokes for disobeying me.” Her bottom cheeks clenched and her heart felt as though it was going to beat out of her chest. “Hmmmmm. I think someone wants that.”
“I think you’re insane,” she huffed, but deep down, she really did.
She wanted to know what it was like. He had threatened it enough times, and it was driving her insane not knowing.
But she was crazy for even wanting it. Being a Little and a masochist and whatever else she was was hard sometimes.
The thoughts and emotions were warring in her brain.
Self-preservation wanted to win out, but curiosity wanted to win out more.
“I don’t think so, Little Panda. I think we will do a nice hand spanking and then I will give you a taste of my cane.
You have been pushing for it all week, but chicken out at the last minute.
So I am going to only give you two strokes to your bottom hole and then I will make you feel all better.
” With that, the talking stopped and he swatted her bottom.
It was light, but his hands were so hard that it might as well have been a paddle.
She squealed as he swatted her. Left cheek, right cheek, sit spots, and thighs.
He spanked her until she was panting and squeezing her thighs together so tight she could probably break a watermelon with them.
“Daddy. I need…I need…I don’t know what I need.” She whined and panted as his hand came between her legs.
“I know exactly what you need. And you will have to wait. Stand up,” he ordered gently. “Keep in mind, this is not a punishment. In the future if you are in trouble, anything that involves you in this position will end up with a sore bottom hole and no orgasms.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathing was shallow, but she could feel the moisture as it dripped down her thighs.
“Ok, my naughty Little Panda, get into position.” He was seated on the bed, so she kneeled before him, placing her chest on the floor. She spread her knees just slightly and waited.
“Knees further apart. Arch your back. I want that bottom hole nicely presented to me.” She did as she was told and groaned as he got up to walk behind her. “Spread those cheeks.”
“But Daddy! It’s embarrassing. Please don’t make me.” She was near tears because she was so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.
“Are you saying your safe word? It’s ok if you need to.”
“No, Daddy. I’m not. It’s just embarrassing.” She whined and fluttered her feet across the plush rug.
“You have until the count of three to do as I say or this will turn into three punishment strokes.” She squeaked and immediately threw her hands back, drawing her ass cheeks apart, revealing the hole no one should ever look at.
Wasn’t that supposed to be exit only, she thought.
“There’s my good girl,” he cooed as he rubbed her bottom.
She heard him go to the closet and tried her very best to track his steps, trying to figure out what was to come.
Before she had time to figure anything out, he was back.
“Daddy, I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears.
“It’s ok, Little Panda. Daddy is here and he won’t let anything happen to you.” He lightly tapped the cane against her taut bottom, giving her a second to adjust and prepare. “Ok, I am going to give you two. This is just to show you what it’s like. Stay in position and I will make them quick.”
“Yes, Sir.” She cried out as the cane landed squarely on her exposed bottom hole.
She clenched and kicked her feet but managed to stay in position.
The second stroke landed before she could even gather her thoughts about the first one and a sob broke out of her.
He rubbed her bottom hole, helping with the sting a little bit.
His nimble fingers found her clit and it didn’t take more than 10 seconds for her to scream out her orgasm.
“There is my good Little Panda. Daddy is so, so proud of you.” He helped her up and got her in bed, speaking soothing words of affirmation to her as he held her from behind.
“I don’t ever want that punishment, Daddy. That was awful,” she cried.
“Your brain may have hated it, but your body didn’t.” She wasn’t willing to admit anything, so she kept her mouth shut.
“You don’t know my life, Daddy.” His chest rumbled with laughter as he pulled her even closer.
“I may know just a bit. Now go to sleep so Santa can come.”
“I need to brush my teeth and go potty.” She yawned but did her nighttime routine before sliding under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of snowmen, sleigh rides, and weddings.
The next morning, her eyes shot wide, and she was instantly awake and ready to open presents.
“Daddy! Wake up, wake up, wake up! You have to wake up. We have to see if Santa came.”
“Santa doesn’t come until Little girls have slept until at least 7 a.m.”
“Daddy. That is not the rule. Now come on. You has to wake up.” She giggled as he groaned and rolled over, taking her with him.
“Good morning, Little Panda. Do you think Santa came?”
“Uh-huh. I do, I do. But we better go check just to make sure.” She was up before he could even respond.
She didn’t want him to give her any excuse to get back in bed.
It was present time! She got dressed in her Christmas jammies from last night that she didn’t even sleep in and threw her Daddy his matching set. They were so fucking cute.
“Ok, ok. Wait here and let me make sure everything is ready and then you can come out,” Daddy said as he left the room. She was vibrating with excitement and couldn’t wait to get out there.
Once back, he tied a silk blindfold around her eyes and led her into the room with the giant Christmas tree.
It was like something out of a magazine.
It was decorated beautifully and had to be about 100 feet tall.
Well, she wasn’t sure how tall it was, but it was tall and she loved it.
Once she was where he wanted her to be, someone from behind her removed her blindfold.
She opened one eye and then gasped, and her eyes were wide as saucers as she took in the sight before her.
There were hundreds, no, thousands, of candles flickering in the room.
There were fairy lights hung everywhere.
Flowers lined the room and made her breath hitch.
It was beautiful. It was perfect. Her hands flew to her face as her Daddy knelt before him.
In his matching jammies and everything and held out the most perfect diamond ring she had ever seen.
It was pink, just like she wanted. He made it happen.
“Daphne Erin Stone. My Little Panda. You are my world and my heart. I don’t breathe well when you are not around.
You are my gorgeous ray of sunshine and I want to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest Little girl in the world.
I want to fill your life with magic and love.
With family. With anything my being can provide.
You are already mine and now I want to put this ring on your finger and change your last name.
So what do you say? Make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife and equal and also my Little girl I get to cherish and spoil for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” She squealed and tackled him, kissing him all over his face.
Looking into his eyes, she saw her future.
And it was a good one. She kissed him deeply, knowing she was going to commit the rest of her life to loving and supporting this man who would burn the world down for her.
Suddenly, the room around her erupted, and she realized they weren’t alone.
“Gosh, you too, get a room,” someone said. But it was someone she knew. Snapping her head up, she gasped and screamed.
“Damian! Oh. Em. Gee! Damian. You’re here, you’re really here.
” She ran over the back of the couch and leapt into his arms. She knew he was strong enough to catch her and hold her, and she just wanted all the brother hugs right now.
Her tears finally won out and she cried as he hugged her tight.
Finally, he set her down and looked at her.
“I am so proud of you, squirt. So damn proud of you. Mom and Dad would have been proud, too.” They both embraced and she held on for dear life. She wished her mom and dad could be here for this, but she was so glad she still had Damian and now had this amazing family to call her own.
“I am so glad you’re here. Nothing else matters. I got my two things. I got my ring, and I got my brother and his family.” She wiped the tears away as she reached for Emma. “I am so happy to meet you, Emma. You have made my brother so happy and I’m excited to finally have a sister.”
The rest of the morning was spent laughing and telling stories. They opened presents, ate food, and all three girls were threatened with spankings at least half a dozen times. She knew they were safe today, but didn’t push too hard because she didn’t actually want a sore bottom on Christmas Day.
“Hang on, there is one more gift that was hidden behind the tree,” Uncle Rory said.
“Who is it for?” All three girls asked at the same time, sending them into a fit of giggles.
“Looks like it’s for Daphne.” He grinned as she came forward and then skidded to a halt at the sight in his hand.
“Uncle Rory. This had better be a joke. And it’s not even a good one!” She stomped her feet as she was handed a different stocking from her regular one. This one was filled with a bundle of switches.
“Guess Santa knew what you needed after all, Little Panda. I’m sure those will come in handy. And you don’t even have to pick one. They’re already clean and ready for Daddy to stripe your naughty bottom.” She glared at everyone who was laughing.
“Why am I the only one who got them? I’m not the only naughty one here.” She pointed to Kiera and Emma, who were rolling on the floor laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their cheeks.
“You’re the only one Santa brought that to, so you are the only naughty one.” Emma laughed.
“Are you sure about that, Popcorn?” her Daddy Ferris asked her as he handed her a bundle of switches, too.
“Daddy!” she whined. “I have been a good girl, there is no need for stupid switches.”
“There will be if you don’t use nicer words,” Damian told her.
“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud, Damian. It’s Christmas. No one needs spankins on Christmas.” Daphne rolled her eyes at her brother.
“You need your butt spanked, too. And don’t think I won’t do it. Then you get two spankings. One from me and one from your Daddy.” She huffed as he raised his brow at her.
“Daddy, you wouldn’t let him spank me, would you?” She gave him her best innocent look.
“Oh I absolutely would, Little Panda.” He kissed her cheek as she grumbled.
“You’re a meanie.’’
“I know, the meanest ever.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Forever and ever.”
“Forever and ever.”