Page 271 of Santa Daddies

“I guess that would be acceptable. After I build a snowman?”

“No.”

“Daddy, you’re a bit of a party-pooper. What’s the point of all this snow if I can’t play in it?”

“There will be plenty of time to play in it once you’re feeling better. I’ll go run your bath, then cook you a healthy dinner with vegetables.”

“I think it’s against the rules,” she said.

“What is?” he asked, confused.

“Littles eating vegetables. We’re not allowed. It’s against the rules.”

He stood and stared down at her in amusement, which he did his best to hide. “It’s not against the rules.”

“I’m allergic to vegetables,” she told him, nodding empathically. “Uh-huh, it’s true.”

“Really? What happens?”

“I come out all red and blotchy.”

“Well, I know one thing that might end up red and blotchy if you lie to Daddy.”

He watched her think about that for a moment, then she gasped dramatically. “Daddy, you cannot spank Alice’s bottom!”

“I’m the Daddy. Which means if my Little girl is naughty, then I have to punish her. It’s the rules.”

“Using my own words against me. Low blow, Daddy.”

“Daddy is sorry,” he said solemnly. “Now, I want you to drink that water before I come back for you.”

“What if I’m allergic to water?”

“I can feel my spanking hand getting ready to redden somebody’s buttocks.”

“Is it yours?” she asked. “You have been a bit naughty with all this medicine and veggies talk.”

“No, Little girl. It’s yours.”

Alice watched as Daddy disappeared.

That went . . . amazingly well. She’d thrown plenty of sass at him and he hadn’t even flinched. In fact, he seemed almost happier?

Maybe he really did want to be her Daddy. Relief filled her and she realized she’d still been worried that this was what he actually wanted.

Her Little she was pleased with how well he was taking care of her, even if she was a bit concerned about his penchant for punishment.

“Daddies shouldn’t spank their Littles,” she muttered.

“They should when it’s the best thing for their Little,” he called out as he walked into the kitchen.

“Daddy, do you have special powers?” She moved to watch him over the back of the sofa.

“Special powers?” he asked.

“You can hear me,” she said. “I was being super quiet.”

“It’s true. I do have a superpower. I know when you’re plotting to be naughty.”