Page 140 of Santa Daddies

“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.”

“Whoa, whoa. No one said anything about me needing to be spanked more often.”

“Are you sure? Because that’s what I heard and if you’re running around being unsafe, then your actions are speaking way louder than your words.”

I knew all she was going to do was protest so I cut her off at the pass and just started spanking instead. I needed her to understand the magnitude of the situation as well as punish her thoroughly enough to get her name removed from the list.

From the squirming and protesting she was doing from the get-go, one might think I was branding her with a hot iron. Unfortunately for her, I knew how much her cute little bottom could take and her theatrics were not going to deter me. Actually, from what I knew about my girl, it was when the theatrics stopped and she went limp that she was accepting the punishment for what it was.

It took her a lot longer to get there than it usually did, which spoke volumes about her current headspace, but the spoon won out in the end. Once she was still and the sound of her sniffles hit my ears, I stopped spanking and set the spoon on the arm of my chair. I wanted it close in case I needed it again. Crystal wasn’t sobbing, so it was possible I would need to use it to get her tothat point if she didn’t seem to be properly punished enough. Not likely, but certainly possible.

“Are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl again?” I asked as I palmed each of her cheeks, giving a hard squeeze for good measure.

“Yes, Daddy.” She arched her back trying to get away from my grasp.

Her body pressed against my hardened cock and I winced. We had a long- standing rule that there was no pleasure after a punishment so I was going to have to suffer through the rest of the day unless I saw to myself in the shower.

Crystal must have felt the effect the spanking had on me because when she turned to look at me, I could see the mischievous glint in her eye.