Chapter 11 #3
“Santa Daddy, to the tower!” I called, pointing and laughing so hard it was a really good thing that he had hold of my legs.
When we arrived at the tower, he lifted me off and set me down before the pad that normally controlled the weight that would rise and, if hit with enough force, shoot to the very top and ring the bell.
But standing before it was totally different than seeing it from even a short distance. The tower, well, it towered over me.
I craned my neck back. “That’s awfully high, Daddy.”
“I know, but there’s only one thing you can do, babygirl.” When I glanced from the top to him, he grinned. “All you need to do is listen to them.” He gestured to the crowd who hadn’t yet stopped the chant.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said and then had a brilliant idea. Turning to the crowd again, I waved my hands. “Jenna, Chloe, Emma, Dawn, and Henry, get up here. You helped me come up with the idea and I need your help again.”
The Littles smiled and soon gathered around me.
“We only have one mallet, I’m afraid,” Aunt Tilda said.
“That’s okay, we can all hold it,” I assured her. It turned out it was a good thing I had help as that mallet was heavier than I’d thought.
She set it on its head in front of us and smiled. “Make me proud!”
“We will!” we shouted as twelve hands wrapped around the handle.
There was no real way we could swing it with enough force, or without knocking at least one of us unconscious, but I didn’t care.
This wasn’t a moment to win any prize even if there was one left to win.
I’d already won the only prize that mattered.
The people in this room, the ones holding the mallet with me, the man who’d made all this possible…
they were the best gift a girl could ever desire.
“Are we gonna do this or just stand here?” Henry groused, but he was smiling while doing so.
“We’re doing it!” I shouted and counted, “One,” as we lifted the mallet off the pad.
“Two,” Jenna shouted as we all tried to lift it higher without knocking someone down.
“Three!” shouted Emma.
“Drop it!” screamed Henry.
And we did, right onto the center of the pad. To our utter shock, the bell at the top began to peal and we all just stared at it and then at each other.
“We did it!” I yelled and once again, we all danced in our unique, super special dance as the bell continued to ring.
Thunderous applause was the only noise capable of dimming the sound and when that finally quieted it was only because Uncle Grant put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
I slapped my hands over my ears and just giggled until the crowd quieted and he nodded at Aunt Tildy who then nodded at Uncle Stu and Uncle Phillip.
If eyes could actually pop out of one’s head, I was pretty sure there would be a dozen eyeballs rolling around on the floor.
The two Daddies carried a huge bag between them and when they stood in front of Aunt Tildy, she reached inside and proved my Daddy wrong.
Well, sorta wrong, but in a truly magnificent way.
There were piggies left. Granted, they weren’t candy, didn’t come in velvet bags or have mallets. These were exactly like those on the table behind us. Four plush pigs in their own baskets, nestled among more candy and peppermint sticks all tied up with a red, silver, and green bow.
“Merry Christmas!” yelled the crowd as Aunt Tildy handed a basket to Jenna, who then turned and handed it to me.
“Thank you! Jenna, you’re so right. These are far better than candy pigs!” I said, managing to hug both my sister and my new pig family despite the fact they were behind the clear plastic wrap holding the basket’s contents secure.
Once Jenna had passed out baskets to the other four Littles in the line, Aunt Tilda presented the last basket to her.
“Perfectly proper projection of a very pleasant proposition, sweetheart. These little piggies have indeed made a whole lot of Littles pleased to become plush piggy parents themselves.”
Jenna giggled, her face beaming as she hugged her own basket to her chest.
“Wait, there’s more!” Uncle Stu said.
More? How could there possibly be more?
Uncle Phillip reached into the bottom of the bag and began to hand Uncle Stu stacks of money!
He, in turn, passed a stack to Aunt Tildy.
“Hold out your hand,” she instructed and all of us instantly stuck out our free hand and she laid a pile on each of our palms. She moved back and gestured to a silver mesh basket that hadn’t been visible before. “Put your money inside and let’s see if we can top off the tower.”
One by one, we transferred the money into the basket and stepped back.
“Leo, would you do the honors?” she asked.
I beamed and squeezed Jenna’s hand while my Uncle Leo began to pull on a chain that lifted the basket higher and higher. As heads tilted back to watch its ascent, Dawn cried, “Look, it’s Santa Claus!”
I spun around to look at the sleigh hanging from the ceiling only to have Emma giggle and turn me back. “Not there, silly, there!” She pointed back at the tower. “See him?”
A familiar face grinned down at me, the pom-pom of his red Santa hat bouncing as he called out, “Heave ho, Elf Leo. Ho-Ho-Ho!”
“It’s Santa Daddy!” I cried, bouncing in place, laughing as I watched him go a bit higher on what I supposed had to be a ladder hidden behind the red tower.
It was a good thing the bell had stopped ringing because my Daddy tilted it back to display an opening where money had been loaded as people Picked-A-Pig to call their very own.
“Put it in!” I shouted and when the crowd erupted in laughter, Henry’s elbow dug into my ribs.
“You might want to rephrase that,” he whisper-shouted.
If my face turned as red as I thought, I was sure it matched the welts my wise Daddy had raised on my butt, but I didn’t care. I just giggled and shouted, “Fill it up, Santa Daddy!”
Santa was doing a belly laugh as he did exactly that, laying the last pile of money into the center of the tower.
“It’s a plentiful and perfectly packed pile of piggy payments to purchase a plethora of pretty presents!” he shouted, looking out over the crowd below him. When the laughter once more lowered a couple of decibels, he shouted, “Merry Christmas to all and to all… have the most wonderful night!”
The cheers erupted again as he placed a finger alongside his nose, winked and then disappeared.
It was magical and wonderful and everything I could never have even imagined.
The rest of the night was just as incredible.
I’d played every game at least once. At the candy table, I’d not only filled my belly, but the huge bag Daddy had handed me.
As I peeled the wrapper off “just one more lollipop,” I had an idea.
“Santa Daddy, we should make up bags for the children too!”
“Already done,” he said and when I simply stared, the lollipop halfway to my mouth, he reached out and tapped the end of my nose. “Did you forget that Santa has hundreds of elves working hard to help him make the magic of Christmas happen?”
I had forgotten but knew that absolutely had to be true no matter what any other Big would say to try to convince me otherwise.
“You’re right.” I nodded and stuck the lollipop into my mouth and giggled around it when he shook his head.
“Don’t blame me if you wake up with a tummy ache,” he warned.
“I won’t,” I said, removing the candy for a moment. “Didn’t you know that Santa makes sure all the candy he leaves for the children is so magical that they can eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack and still not feel the least bit icky?”
Daddy laughed and then grabbed his own lollipop, unwrapped it and clicked it against mine before putting it into his mouth.
I giggled. “What flavor did you get?”
He pulled the lollipop out and looked at it. “I’m not sure, but I know it’s not peppermint.”
I chanced rolling my eyes. “How can you say that when you just said you don’t know what flavor it is?”
His brows wagged up and down and he gave one long, leisurely lick over the top of the bulb of the lollipop in such a way I felt my cheeks heating and my pussy clutching.
“Because, babygirl, it doesn’t taste as delicious as you.”
I gulped and whispered, “You’re making me wet, Daddy.”
His brows wagged again and he grinned. “I’m counting on it, babygirl, I’m definitely counting on making you drip.”
Wow, the man might be wearing a silly Santa hat and be sucking on a lollipop, but he could say the dirtiest, sweetest things that had every single part of me wanting to sing out, “Take me!” right in the center of the floor. Then I remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties and my gaze shot to my feet.
Daddy’s laughter was so loud it had people turning to stare and me trying to shush him.
“Babygirl, you are just so damn easy to tease. Besides, if you were actually dripping onto the floor and causing a big wet spot—”
“Daddy!”
He continued even as I tried to jump high enough to slap my hand over his mouth. “You forget we are standing smack dab in the middle of a BDSM club, sooooo, feel free to drip away.”
Okay, so I sorta wanted to die of embarrassment and sorta wanted to do exactly that!