Page 139 of Santa Daddies

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 outwithout 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.