Chapter 12 #2
His laugh rolled over me as I continued to dig into and drag goodies out of my stocking.
New socks of all colors, beaded bracelets that I loved to wear, a new paperback that I’d been wanting, and despite the nod to health that the apple and oranges and bag of nuts that joined the pile, there was still more candy to treasure.
“Don’t you want to eat at least one piece?” Daddy asked as I set aside the third lollipop.
“No, I think maybe I ate a bit too much candy at the party. I know it was a week ago, but I ate like a lot.”
“A whole lot,” he agreed.
“Open yours,” I encouraged.
It was even more fun to watch him pull socks and nuts, an apple, and an orange out of his stocking. Instead of bracelets, Mrs. Claus had left him a new pair of cufflinks for when he got all dressed up.
“Keep going,” I said. “Dig deep, Daddy.”
“Okay, I’m going in.” He stuck his entire arm into the stocking and made it writhe about by using his fingers to create some sort of crazy creature.
“Wait, I think I found the treasure!” He pulled out his arm and I tried hard to keep a straight face as he attempted to figure out what exactly he was looking at.
Finally, he looked from where he’d slipped his fingers into it up at me. “Any clue as to what this is?”
“Why are you asking me? You should ask Mrs. Claus.”
He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure Mrs. Claus is currently snoring next to Santa after an exhausting trip around the world.”
“Oh, you’re probably right,” I said and then reached over and plucked the item off his fingers. I took a moment as if truly studying the object to determine its purpose. Jerking my head up, I gasped dramatically. “I don’t think this is for you, Daddy!”
“It’s not? Then why is it in my stocking? Do you think Mrs. Claus is getting senile?”
My eyebrows shot upward in indignation. “Of course not! I think she is so loving and giving that she wanted to give an extra special gift to someone we both love very much.”
His smile was soft as he reached over to stroke my cheek. “Then I’ll have to thank her because she’s right. I love you very, very much.”
I shook my head which had him looking a bit offended. “I’m not brushing you off, Daddy, and I think you’re awfully wonderful yourself, but this isn’t for me.”
“Then who is it for? Though I suppose it’s equally important to figure out what it is.”
I was having a very hard time not to collapse into a ball of giggles, but I bit the inside of my cheek in order to keep it together for another minute. “It’s a snuggie blankie.”
“A what?”
“You know, one of those blankets you wear like a robe while lounging on the couch watching TV?”
He looked truly confused. “I hate to break it to you, but there is no way that’s a blanket. I mean, it’s not large enough to wrap around my foot much less the rest of me.”
“You’re wrong, Daddy. It does fit.”
I loved the fact that he didn’t instantly tell me I was full of it. Instead, he placed the back of his hand against my forehead as if checking for fever.
I rolled my eyes and took his hand and pulled it away. “Mrs. Claus isn’t senile and I’m not sick. Just sit back and I’ll show you.”
Wow, if you ever wanted to know how fast concern can morph into suspicion, I could provide the answer.
It was so fast if you blinked, you’d miss it.
Biting my cheek again, I shook my head and pulled a repeat of what I’d done earlier that morning.
Planted my palm on his chest and pushed.
“What’s the matter, Daddy? Don’t you trust me? ”
Poor guy, answering yes would give me so much leeway in the future to push more than his chest, but answering no would make me sad and it was Christmas!
“Okay,” he said, choosing the easy way out, granting me trust for the moment anyway. But that was enough. Well, maybe I needed just a tad bit more.
“Close your eyes.”
“Marcie…”
“Daddy?” I instantly cut in. “Do you trust me or not?”
This time all I got was a faint growl but when it was accompanied by his eyes closing, I was content. I reached for him then shot my eyes to his face. “And no peeking!”
“Quid pro quo,” he muttered which had me giggle and shake my head though he couldn’t see that part. No way could he replicate what I was about to do.
In order to hide evidence of my next move, I began to sing along to the carol playing and even though he couldn’t hear what I was doing, I knew he felt it because not only did his body tense, but his cock jerked.
By the time I had his cock in my hand, it was no longer soft.
Perfect! A girl had to love it when everything was going according to plan.
I was pretty sure I knew what he expected, but that’s not what he got.
After another moment, I sat back. “Okay, Daddy, open your eyes.”
He did and his gaze instantly dropped to his lap.
“See, it’s a snuggie blankie for Dicky!”
It wasn’t often I rendered my Daddy speechless, but that was exactly what he was as he stared at his cock which was now encased in the “cock sock” I’d crocheted and slid over his shaft.
Only the crown remained outside the brightly colored yarn.
When his gaze lifted to look at me, I said, “Wow, Mrs. Claus must really love Dicky, his snuggie has a hood!” Reaching down, I flipped the attached hood over the crown so that now every inch of Dicky was nice and snug.
“I-I have no words,” he muttered, seeming unable to stop swiveling his gaze from his cock to me and back again.
I had none either, but even if I had they’d be incoherent as I was laughing way too hard to speak.
Flopping backward, I wrapped my arms around my belly, my stocking’s contents rolling all around to drop between the couch cushions or to the floor as I just lost it.
By the time I was starting to manage to catch bits of a breath, I had no clue how long I’d been wallowing.
All I knew was that I was either going to see a smile on my Daddy’s face or a look that made the skin of my bottom crawl.
Deciding I was good with either, I chanced pushing up a bit to look across to the other end of the couch.
He wasn’t exactly smiling but he wasn’t frowning either. Instead, he simply quirked his brow and offered a hand to help pull me up.
“You’re not upset?”
“Upset? Why would I be upset? It wasn’t my gift. It was Dicky’s.”
Well, darn, I hadn’t even considered that. I dropped my gaze to discover that during my fit, Dicky had ducked back behind Daddy’s zipper.
“Umm, do you… um, do you think Dicky’s upset?” I leaned forward to whisper as if afraid Dicky would hear me.
“What would make you think that? I’m sure he’s as snug as a bug in a rug. In fact, I’m sure he would have thanked you himself in person but seeing as you were a bit too energetic for him, I believe he must have left you a thank you note instead.”
Remember all that gobbledygook about concern and suspicion?
Well, forget it. There was no real answer written in stone.
And that swiveling look between lap and eyes?
Yep, I was experiencing that as well. Finally, I just sat back and declared that no matter how much I’d thought I’d get him, he’d gotten me yet again.
“Where?”
“Where what?” he asked as he lifted a Santa-face mug that I suddenly realized smelled like cocoa to his lips.
“Where did you get that cocoa and where do you think Dicky might have left his note?”
Daddy smiled and glanced toward the coffee table where a Mrs. Claus mug sat on a tray, marshmallows sprinkled with peppermint shavings covering what I knew would be pretty close to heaven on earth.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I said, reaching for it and taking a long inhalation before taking a cautious sip, but it wasn’t too hot.
“It would have been hotter, but some Little girl spent a fair amount of time attending her own little laugh fest.”
I thought about apologizing, but I wasn’t really sorry, and I didn’t think Daddy was the least bit upset. Instead, I played it cool. “This is just the way I like it.” I took another sip. “You make the best hot chocolate ever to be drunken, Daddy.”
“Drunken? Babygirl, I’d worry there was bourbon in your cocoa but since I poured it, I know there isn’t.”
I waved my hand as if semantics had no purpose in my life. “So, where is the note?”
Daddy glanced around the room, going as far as to lift the saucer holding a few sugar cookies to look beneath it before he looked at me again. “I don’t see it. Did you check your stocking?”
Since said stocking was currently laying abandoned beneath the table, the thought had never occurred to me.
“Whoa, careful there,” Daddy said, no longer lounging but leaning forward to snag my mug before I spilled it all over myself as I attempted to grab the stocking without bothering to get up.
“Thanks,” I said, and now, free of the mug, I bent and grabbed the loop used to hang the stocking from its hook on the mantle. “I don’t think he left it here, it looks pretty limp to me.”
“Dig deep,” Daddy suggested, causing me to smile.
“You’re silly.” I shook my head and straightened to pull the stocking onto my lap.
To appease him, I stuck my arm into the stocking and even pressed my fingers against the yarn and wiggled them as he had earlier in his own stocking.
I pulled my arm free and opened my fist. “Sorry, but nope. Guess Dicky left it somewhere else.”
“Are you sure? Did you dig really deep down?”
“Yes, of course–” His arched brow cut me off as easily as any word would have. “Okay, okay,” I said and stuck my arm into the sock again and shoved it all the way to the very toe. “See, there’s… oh, wait. I think there is something here, but it doesn’t feel like a note.”
“One way to find out,” he said, calmly sipping his cocoa.
I pulled my arm out again and my eyes went wide at the sight of a wrapped box that I would have sworn hadn’t been inside my stocking before. “It’s a present.”
“Sure looks like one to me,” he agreed.
“What’s in it?”