Chapter 6 #2
He leaned forward in his chair and his voice dropped to a deep growl. “There will be no sex tonight, because sex and pleasure is only for good girls and you have not been a very good girl today, have you?”
Before I could stop myself I was answering him with a slow shake of my head. “No, Daddy.” I spoke just above a whisper.
“That’s what I thought. Are you finished with your pizza?”
Pizza? There was pizza? Where? I’d completely forgotten about my favorite food the second I’d gotten caught in Daddy’s trance.
Looking down at the half-eaten slice on my plate, I felt sick as my stomach tightened.
I realized I was in fact done with it because the idea of taking another bite was way less appealing than it should be.
It was pizza from Papa’s, for heaven’s sake.
“I’m done.” I pushed the plate away.
Santa snapped his fingers and we were no longer in the kitchen, but in his den. He was sitting in his giant armchair and I was standing directly in front of him, so close we were almost touching. My head spun with the sudden movement.
“I hate it when you do that.” I pouted.
“I know, but I’m all done playing games and maybe I need to keep you a little off balance in order to get the answers I want.” He raised an expectant brow.
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it wasn’t going anywhere. I begged Mother Nature for an earthquake that would crack open the ground and swallow me whole, but she was apparently unfazed.
Why? Why didn’t I just stay home this morning?
“I don’t know. Why didn’t you?” He smirked.
“You weren’t s’posed to hear that.” I shifted back and forth on the balls of my feet. I really needed to calm down or I was going to give everything away and I was seriously regretting the stupid choice I’d made. How could I have thought it was a good idea?
“Well I did hear it. Where did you go this morning?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath shutting my thoughts off from his prying. I needed to come up with a story and fast. He obviously knew I was on the naughty list, but I didn’t know much more than that and I really didn’t want to admit to what I’d actually done.
“If you don’t start talking, I’m going to bypass all the niceties and just start spanking.”
I’d already deduced I was going to get a spanking by all of the not-so-veiled threats he’d been throwing in my direction, so maybe if I just kept my mouth shut and took the punishment, then I wouldn’t find myself in even more trouble.
“I don’t need to read your thoughts to know exactly what's going on inside your mind right now.”
“If you already know everything then why are we playing twenty questions?”
I regretted the snarky retort before the last word even passed through my lips.
But even more so when my very unamused Daddy pulled his signature move and magically flipped me over his lap, making my pants and panties disappear in the process.
His hard hand crashed against my vulnerable backside showing zero mercy.
Apparently, my Santa Daddy had hit the end of his not-so-endless patience.
“Little girl, you obviously wanted a spanking, so Daddy is going to deliver a long, hard one. And if you think this is by any means going to lessen what you get after you decide to finally answer my questions, you’ve got another think coming to you. Now, where did you go this morning?”
Sugar! I should have known that game wasn’t going to work.
Sure we hadn’t been married that long, but our entire relationship started with a spanking.
I’d gotten spanked plenty of times in the last year.
Way more than enough times to know better, for sure.
And yet here I was, and I had no one to blame for my position but myself.
His hand fell hard and fast, making it really freaking hard to come up with an answer.
Why in Santa’s North Pole had I not come up with a better plan for when he came home?
What was I even thinking? All I had been focussed on was getting some attention, but maybe I was about to get way more than I’d bargained for.
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’ll answer your questions!”
Maybe if he stopped for a second I could come up with something. Maybe.
“You can answer while I’m blistering your bottom. It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Daddy, please! I can’t think when you’re spanking me.”
“What’s there to think about? It was a simple question. It shouldn’t take much thinking to answer it.”
I flailed and kicked my feet because even though he was only using his hand, it hurt a ton and if I could just get him to stop for a couple of seconds I should be able to come up with something.
“I can’t remember the question,” I lied as I twisted and turned to evade his paddle-like palm.
That had been another bad plan that was made apparent when he spanked my thighs to punctuate his words.
“Where. Did. You. Go. This. Morning?”
“To the barn!” I yelled. “I went to the barn to see Lumi and I saw the snowmobiles and thought it would be fun to take one out, but I didn’t plan to do that and I wasn’t dressed warm enough!”
There. That was a good enough reason and it wasn’t even a full lie.
It was more like a half-truth. I had taken the snowmobile, and I hadn’t been dressed warm enough for it.
And that was all he really needed to know, wasn’t it?
The explanation must have been good enough because he finally stopped spanking and rested his hand on my stinging backside.
Yule
My brow furrowed as the heat from her spanked ass warmed my hand. Something seemed fishy. That was it? She’d not dressed warm enough and taken out one of the elves' snowmobiles? That was not enough to land a regular person on the naughty list, and it certainly wasn’t enough to put Mrs. Claus there.
What the heck was going on with that list?
I’d thought there’d been an abnormal amount of discrepancies, but I’d told myself I was misremembering.
This was different though. Her going out without proper winter wear was against her rules from me, but that should not have gotten her onto the naughty list.
I thought more about her confession as I let her catch her breath. I’d definitely spanked harder and faster straight out of the gate because I’d known she was keeping something from me and I didn’t want to give her any more time in her head for whatever scheming she was doing.
“So you went out into the frigid air without dressing properly,” I reiterated.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sniffled dramatically.
I almost laughed knowing that I hadn’t given her anywhere near enough to make her cry. I’d spanked hard, sure, but my babygirl could take a lot.
“Babygirl, we are experiencing the coldest part of the year right now. You need to be more careful.” As I lectured, a thought came to my mind. “And whose snowmobile did you take out? Did you ask the owner if they would mind?”
There was no crime at all in the North Pole, but if one of the helper elves had discovered their snowmobile missing all of a sudden, it could’ve caused some issues. Mainly it probably would’ve sent the elf into a panic spiral, which wouldn’t be helpful for anyone.
“I don’t know who it belonged to. I just took it.”
“So you took something that wasn’t yours and went out on a ride that no one knew about and you weren’t dressed appropriately. Do I have all of that right?”
She squirmed on my lap, likely because she knew I was revving up to spank her some more as soon as I had all my facts straight.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Thank you for finally coming clean.”
I rubbed her bare skin gently, still kind of in my head about how those things could have gotten her on the naughty list. It didn’t make much sense, but maybe it was more than that?
Maybe it was that she’d not told anyone?
Whatever the reason, I decided to put the list out of my mind and focus on the fact that my precious wife had put herself in a pretty significant amount of danger.
I didn’t need to punish her as Santa. I needed to punish her as her Daddy.
“Now that we both know what you’re being punished for, what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked as I contemplated what implement I wanted to use on her naughty backside.
“I’m sorry for taking the snowmobile and not dressing warm enough. I learned my lesson because the ice and snow was pelting me and it didn’t feel very good. I was just going a little stir-crazy and wasn’t thinking.”
“I understand and I don’t want you to feel cooped up, but you have to be responsible and keep yourself safe. We will get you your own snowmobile so you don’t have to take one of the elves’ next time. Plus, theirs are much smaller than the one you would actually need.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re definitely going to be.” A clever thought popped in my head and a thick and heavy wooden spoon materialized in my hand.
“Since you were naughty because you were feeling stir-crazy, a wooden spoon should serve as a nice reminder for you to not stir up any more trouble for yourself.” I chuckled at my own cleverness.
“Oh geez.” Crystal groaned.
I could practically hear her eyeroll at my corny joke. Rubbing the cool wood against her heated skin, I let the moment pass and the weight of her situation to reset in her head. Her body tensed and I knew she was fully focused on what was to come.
“The North Pole can be a dangerous place and I need you to keep yourself safe. You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
“I can’t be the most important thing in the whole world when you literally have the whole world to worry about,” she mumbled.
The sadness in her voice made my gut twist in guilt. I knew I’d not been giving her enough attention recently, but it was unacceptable for her to not understand how important she was to me.
“Just because I have a job where everyone counts on me does not mean that you are not the most important person to me. You’re my everything, babygirl and if I have to spank you every night to prove that to you then I will.”