Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,49
he folded the crumpled cloth over in his hand until the telltale wetness in the gusset could be seen by them both.
“Have you been thinking about what I’m going to do when we get home?”
The peaked tips of her turgid nipples thrust against the blouse of her uniform shirt.
She nodded.
“You don’t have to be Little when it happens. I ask only that you be honest with me as I explore your limits. Safeword when you need to because I intend to use your body ruthlessly for my pleasure. Does that scare you?”
She was excited. Her eyes dilated, her pulse fluttered wildly at the base of her throat, every muscle in her body clenched every bit as tightly as her bottom had. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
He waited until he’d counted a gruelingly slow count of three. Seizing her arm, he threw her face down over his right thigh, flipped up her skirt to bare her tense bottom, and walloped her with the flat of his palm so hard, the clap of it echoed like the report of a rifle in the hotel lobby.
Anyone who wasn’t watching before definitely was now as he gave her six slow, mighty swats of his hand, each one as hard as he could deliver. Her gasps at each impact quickly devolved into shouts, and when he jerked her back up again to sit on his left thigh, she quickly grabbed her hot ass through the rumpled cloth of her skirt. She rubbed, her lips round in wonder.
“Does that scare you?” he calmly asked again.
She jerked her head back and forth, no.
“Use your words, or I’ll spank you again, and I’ll be doubling the swats.”
“No, Sir,” she gasped.
“Why is Santa mad at Sadie?” a Little beyond his periphery asked. He didn’t look up to see who it was.
“Time to go back to our nursery and classrooms,” Nanny J called out diplomatically. “Come on, my darlings. Chop, chop.”
“Aw!” One Little cried, but they lined up like dutiful ducklings, and out the lobby they went, heading back to the Littles’ end of the hotel.
Their absence didn’t mean the room was empty, however. The ranch hands continued to set up what few decorations remained, and a small handful of guests were gathered along the outer wall. They’d come to watch the Littles decorate. They now stayed to watch him play with Sadie.
His Sadie.
His cock stiffened, so hard, it felt painful.
“I was going to wait until after dinner to take you home,” he told her. “The temptation to forget dinner and do it now is incredible. What do you think? Is Daddy’s girl ready to become Daddy’s little fuck toy?”
Her breath caught. If she blushed any brighter, he wouldn’t be surprised if she burst into flames. She was embarrassed, but she was aroused more.
She nodded again, but he had he flipped back over his knee before she could finish.
“No! Oh, no! Ow!”
He busted her bottom, twelve of the hardest swats, slowly, steadily, resolutely flattening each hot red bottom cheek in turn.
“Yes!” She all but shouted as he righted her to sit on his knee again. She grabbed her ass in both hands, rubbing and squirming furiously. He could feel the heated wetness of her pussy grinding against his thigh as she cried, “Yes, please, I want to be Daddy’s fuck toy now. Make me Daddy’s fuck toy, please!”
Doms against the back wall were smirking. One of these days, he was going to have to get around to building an actual dungeon, a proper place where this type of play could happen, complete with implements and equipment. As it was, they had all now seen as much of his beautiful Sadie as he was willing to share with them.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She scrabbled off his knee.
Grabbing his bag, Derek stood.
“Home, little girl. You can lead the way. Hold your skirt all the way up around your waist. I want to watch the ass I’m going to abuse as we walk.”
Her face was every bit as red as her backside, but she did it. She walked ahead of him, her sexy ass teasing him with what he’d soon have, and the glistening folds of her sweet pussy leaked all the proof he needed that she liked it.
Chapter 9
Sadie was in knots. She stood in front of his door, waiting for him to unlock the entrance that led from the tunnels up to his private residence, and all she could think about was what he’d made her cry. “Please make