Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,6

Hopefully, he’d back off once we got through the holiday series I’d agreed to and let me get back to doing my own thing.

He tapped the mail in my hand. “This one’s from that sporting goods store downtown. Do you think they want to pay you for some unboxing videos? Model their gear? And you get to keep all the stuff, right? Do you resell it? Can you hook me up with—”

“Dude, let’s get started already,” I cut in, keeping my irritation on lockdown and giving him one of my winning smiles instead. “What are we on, day five?”

I knew we weren’t, but it did the trick.

“Six,” Dev corrected me, finally switching gears and heading over to the other side of the room to get set up.

I’d switched up the Christmas-themed shit from the last time we’d filmed to keep it fresh, and the set and looked pretty lit. Not that I was a huge fan of the holiday or anything, but I could still sell it. The illusion of it, at least. The real thing, though? In my experience, that was basically a recipe for disappointment… or at least it had been, back when I’d still hoped for good shit to happen just because there was supposed to be some kind of holiday magic in the air this time of year or whatever.

Now, though? I’d smartened up enough to figure out that wasn’t the case, so no disappointment if you already knew that and had no expectations going into it, right? And with my bestie living too fucking far away now and my parents a non-factor in my life, I fully planned to hole up and ignore the day when it came around this time.

But for the channel, of course, I could fake some enthusiasm.

Dev and I were doing a “twelve days of Christmas” challenge based on viewer suggestions, one per day, with the only requirement being that it had to be something holiday themed. Nichol had pointed out that the actual twelve days of Christmas were a thing, and weren’t actually at the beginning of December like we were doing, but whatever. It was just marketing. It might even have been fun if I’d been picking out which of the challenges to do myself... but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t keep up with Dev when he rattled off the comments he liked and read the rest to himself silently, so it was just easier to just go along with whichever ones he wanted to do.

Within reason, at least. I’d nixed all the X-rated ones, obviously.

My viewers were generally either here for the workout videos I’d originally started the channel with, or else followed along because pretty gay boys were all the rage nowadays… especially hot gay couples, which was maybe why, over the past few years, my fans had gotten kind of obsessed with my single status, and so many of the challenges they’d been suggesting for this holiday thing had to do with changing that fact.

Including today’s.

“Did you set up your profile on the app?” Dev asked.

“Yep,” I said, glad he’d agreed that I should do that off camera. It was bad enough that we had to do the other part live, but I could roll with it. I always did.

Dev swung around to face me, smirking. “How kinky did you make it?”

“Dude,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Does it even matter? I’m not actually going to meet anyone from the app. That’s not really my thing.”

Cuffd was a hookup app—excuse me, a dating app—geared toward the BDSM crowd. I wasn’t opposed to getting smacked on the ass during sex now and then, or playing around with a little dress up if it would help the other guy get off, but anything hardcore or involving actual pain was definitely not my thing, so it wasn’t an app I’d already been set up on. Apparently, though, Cuffd was running some kind of Christmas gimmick—hooking people up through a “letter to Santa”—and today’s challenge was for me to write and post one. In other words, a chance for my viewers to try and turn me into one half of a couple they could “aww” over, kink edition.

It was never going to happen, but I wouldn’t come right out and say that, of course. No point bursting their bubble when they loved to speculate and follow along. But my plan? Put on a good show about throwing up some bullshit letter that would be racy enough to get