Page 38 of Santa Daddies

“Yours,” she gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I placed several more kissed onto her shoulders and nape, while massaging her through her panties. “Now tell me why Daddy’s giving you a spanking.”

“Gah, because I made sounds and spoke when my Daddy told me to be silent.”

“Correct.”

“But Daddy…”

“Shh, no more talking unless I ask you a question. Let’s get this spanking taken care of so I can fuck you while you cryprettily.” I wasn’t a sadist. I didn’t get off on tears, they didn’t turn me off either though, and I knew my words would turn her on.

“I want you on all fours on the bed, Little Red, yeah?” My words were whispered into her ear, while my finger breached the band of her panties and parted her. “I’m going to spank you hard, little red. First with my hand, and then with the wicked bath brush. How does that sound?”

She moaned as my fingers found a rhythm that made her knees buckle. “This is where you answer Daddy, Little Red.”

“It sounds scary, Daddy.”

I stopped stroking her clit, removing my hand from inside her panties, so I’d have her full attention. She whimpered at the loss, but I ignored it. “You remember the traffic lights? I’m checking in now.”

“Yes, Santa Daddy, and I’m green. Green, green, green.”

I chuckled darkly. “Alright then, get your ass up on the bed and get ready for your spanking, naughty girl.” I headed to the bathroom to fetch the brand-new bath brush I had put in there. They had the chalet logo engraved on them and were in every guest room, wrapped in a gift bow and meant for guests to take home. It was one of the special touches I liked to provide.

When I came out of the bathroom, smacking the bath brush against my palm, Emily flinched on the bed. She was on all fours as I’d instructed, her little red panties barely covering her beautiful alabaster bottom.

“My beautiful naughty girl, Daddy can’t wait to fuck you just like that.”

I ran a hand over her ass, pulled back and smacked my palm onto her bottom. She hissed and tucked in her bottom cheeks in. Placing my palm back into the small of her back I readjusted her position, so her bottom was out.

“Stay like that,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir.”

I started spanking her, swat after swat landing with precision, until her bottom was a lovely shade of pink. “That’s my good girl, taking her spanking so well.” I rubbed, massaged, and ran my fingernails over her skin. “But now I want these pretty panties down.” Plucking at the band, I slid the lacy little undergarment down until it was resting on the back on her bent knees.

“A few more with my hand, little red, and then the real fun begins.” She shivered at my dark chuckle and then her head fell forward, and she drew in a breath.

I ran my palm up her thigh and asked, “Color?”

“Green, Daddy.”

I peppered her bottom with swift harsh spanks making her squirm and yelp. “This is because you disobeyed your Daddy. You did this to yourself, didn’t you, Little Red? You earned this?”

I stopped to let her answer, rubbing my palm on her bottom and then in between her legs. “Use your words.”

“Yes, I deserve this spanking, Daddy. I disobeyed you. Please teach me to be your good girl.”

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear.” I slipped a finger inside her and pumped into her pussy a few times until she moaned and arched to give me better access. “That’s enough now.”

When I touched her bottom with the bath brush she flinched, so I rubbed it in a circle before pulling it back a little and landing a small swat on her right cheek. She jerked and gasped.

“That hurt way more than I expected,” she said. “But… I liked it.”

I chuckled. “Not for long, Little Red, I promise you that.”

She whimpered. “Still green, Daddy.”

“Good girl for telling me,” I said and pulled the brush back a little farther, so it landed a little more sharply on her left cheek this time.