Daring Little Daisy

by Rayanna Jamison

  “Very nice!” She smiled at Daisy and turned back to her charges. “You two stop making faces at each other and say hello to our new friend. She’s here to decorate cookies with her Daddy, not to watch you two get your names written on Santa’s naughty list, so behave!”

  The threat of the naughty list did what the threat of a spanking hadn’t and the two looked instantly sober.

  “Hi, I’m Natalie and this is Nathan,” the girl said cheerfully, extending a hand covered in frosting and sprinkles.

  Daisy shook it gingerly, touching only the tips of her fingers while looking down at her pretty Christmas dress in confusion. If Daddy had known they were going to get messy, why had he dressed her up so early?

  “Daddy!” she exclaimed petulantly, looking from Natalie to Rett. “I need an apron!”

  “So you do, little one. So you do,” Rett agreed jovially, chuckling at his own faux pas. “I’ll go find you one. You stay here and talk to your new friends. Daddy will be right back.”

  A swarm of anxiety invaded her belly as Rett stood up to leave, but then Natalie leaned forward and smiled at her.

  “Do you live here?” she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Your Daddy is nice!”

  “No, we are just here for Christmas,” Daisy answered wistfully. Getting to live full-time at a place like the Ranch seemed like a dream come true, and her perfect Christmas weekend would be over all too soon.

  “So are we!” Natalie exclaimed joyfully, as if it was the most amazing thing to have that in common. “We come here every year for Christmas! My mommy says it’s our Christmas tradition!”

  “That’s fun,” Daisy answered, with a pit forming in her stomach. She didn’t have any Christmas traditions. Would she make some with Rett or would this weekend end and forever just be a perfect memory?

  The thought made her nauseous, and she turned her attention to her cookie.

  “Here you go, sweetheart,” Rett’s twangy voice boomed from behind her as he slipped an apron over her head and tied the bow behind her back, before sitting down next to her once more.

  “Hey!” he exclaimed. “You finished your cookie while I was gone! You were supposed to wait for me!”

  “No, I didn’t,” Daisy argued indignantly, but when she looked down at the reindeer cookie in front of her, she saw that it was indeed, perfectly decorated and finished.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said forlornly, dropping her gaze to her lap. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Oh honey, don’t worry.” Rett rubbed her back. “Here, let me see that cookie.”

  Still looking down at her lap, she handed him the cookie, and watched out of the corner of her eye as he lifted it eye-level and inspected it.

  “Well,” Rett drawled. “This is indeed a perfectly decorated cookie. In fact, it looks good enough to eat!” With that he lifted it to his mouth and bit off one of the reindeer’s antlers. Crumbs fell to the table and down the front of his shirt when he got into the soft dough.

  “Daddy!” Daisy exclaimed; her eyes wide as she jerked her head up to look at him. “That was naughty! That cookie was s’posed to be for Santa!”

  “Guess Santa’s gonna have to put me on the naughty list, then, and you’re going to have to decorate another cookie!”

  Rett picked up the undecorated cookie in front of him and plopped it down in front of her with a grin. “We will do this one together.”

  Daisy gasped as she looked up at him. His eyes twinkled with mischief and the happiness she saw on his face put all her worries and stress at ease.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she giggled, picking up a plastic knife and dipping it into the brown icing. “You do the antlers, and don’t eat this one!”

  Rett watched as Daisy timidly made her way up to Santa, who he knew was really Derek’s good friend Jared, Erika’s Dom. Jared had quit his practice a year ago and moved to the Ranch to help Derek with legal matters as well as helping with the expansion that would open up the Ranch to submissives of all kinds, instead of exclusively Littles. Jared made a perfect Santa, and Daisy and all the other Littles were enraptured by him. Perfectly balancing her finished Reindeer cookie in a red paper plate, Daisy held it out in front of her as an offering as she approached.

  “Ho, Ho, Ho!” Jared as Santa boomed. “What’s this? Daisy, did you bring Santa a cookie?”

  Jared took the plate from her and admired the craftsmanship until an elf came and whisked it away, adding it to a table nearby where Santa’s offerings had been piled high on platters.

  “He knows my name!” Daisy whispered loudly, looking over her shoulder at him, full of childlike awe and wonder.

  Rett just chuckled and nodded. He was happy to see Daisy deep in her Little space, able to fully let go and enjoy the experience of a Rawhide Ranch Christmas.

  “Of course I know your name,” Santa-Jared boomed. “Now, come on over here and sit on Santa’s lap. I need to find out if you’ve been naughty or nice.” He patted his knee, and Daisy inched her way up to him, turning her body so that she could perch on his knee in a way that would still allow her to see and talk to him.

  It didn’t escape Rett’s notice that she perched precariously, more hovering her bottom over his knee that actually sitting on it. If he thought she was doing it because she was sore, it would have been funny and cute, but he knew it had a lot more to do with her weight issues and her self-consciousness than with the spanking he had given her.

  Jared shot him a look, then turned his attention to the blushing Little on his lap.

  “Have you been a good girl this year?” he asked.

  Rett had to strain to hear Daisy’s answer. “I think so. I don’t really have a lot of rules, but I try to be nice and get lots of sleep and eat my vegetables.” Her nose crinkled. “Except green beans,” she added. “Those are yucky!”

  “Green beans are yucky,” Santa agreed conspiratorially. “Cookies are much better, and I think I’ve gotten enough today to last me all year long.”

  He and Daisy shared a giggle, warming Rett’s heart as he looked on.

  “Well, I think I have enough information to put you on the nice list this year, but next year your Daddy is going to have to do something about you not having many rules. little girls need rules to keep them happy, healthy and safe.” The last bit was boomed over the top of Daisy’s head with a pointed glare in his direction.

  Rett rolled his eyes and nodded, indicating that he got the message loud and clear and Santa moved on.

  “Now, Daisy, my dear, scoot in closer to Santa and whisper in my ear. Tell me what a good little girl like you wants for Christmas.”

  Oh, of course, he would have her whisper the one thing Rett really needed to know.

  All Rett could do was watch Jared’s face as his brow crinkled while he listened intently, nodding occasionally. When she pulled away, Santa smiled warmly and promised to see what he could do, and Daisy nodded, all but skipping back to Rett.

  “Santa doesn’t like green beans either,” she informed him with a wide smile.

  “So I heard. We have about an hour until lunch and after lunch I think we will head back to the room for some Daddy and Daisy time, and maybe a nap,” he informed her in a stern voice that brooked no argument. “What would you like to do until then?”

  He had expected Daisy to hem and haw, and wait for him to throw out suggestions, but instead she answered right away.

  “Can we just stay here?”

  Santa’s workshop had been set up in the middle of the playroom which was filling up with Littles who had already had their chance to sit on Santa’s knee.

  He followed Daisy’s gaze to the dollhouse that had tempted her the night before and noticed her friend Natilee from this morning sitting cross-legged in front of it playing with a family of woodland creatures in old fashioned dress.

  “Go,” he urged, giving her bottom a tap, as she ran off toward her new friend. He watched with pride as she joined her friend on the floor and took one of the dolls offered to
her and began chattering away. It was nice to see her making Little friends, but he was also glad that lunch was soon, as he looked forward to their Daddy and Daisy time.

  “Okay kiddos, the line cuts off here! Santa will be back after lunch,” Rett heard Erika, who was acting as Santa’s elf, exclaim.

  Littles in the line groaned and whined, most of them silenced after a stern look from their mommy or daddy. A few of them threw tantrums and were carted off to corners, but for the most part, they wandered off to play until lunch.

  Rett found a seat at a nearby table that was piled with coloring books and crayons and watched from afar, not wanting to interrupt Daisy’s play.

  “Rett? May I have a word?” He looked up to see Jared standing at his side, sans Santa garb, clutching a candy cane in his hand.

  “Sure, have a seat.”

  “This will be quick.” Jared stayed standing. “I feel like a father in the olden days, but I’m basically here to ask you what your intentions are.” Twisting his hands, Jared sighed, and took a seat after all. “Your Daisy seems like a very special girl, and one who has seen a lot of hurt and disappointment in her life. She’s afraid to trust and let go, but with you, she really wants to. She’s giving it her all and putting her trust in you for real, so I guess I’m just here to make sure you’re as all in as she is.”

  Rett sat there gaping at him. “You got all that from a five-minute conversation?”

  “Am I wrong?” Jared asked, with a smug look on his face that said he knew he wasn’t.

  “You’re not wrong,” Rett confirmed. “But man, that is uncanny.”

  “That’s why I’m Santa,” Jared said with a wink.

  “Well, Santa, I appreciate the inquisition, and now I have a question for you. What does my little Daisy want for Christmas?”

  “Oh, that’s easy,” Jared answered, shoving the candy cane into the brim of Rett’s cowboy hat. She wants a dollhouse like the one she is playing with, and to stay at the ranch with her Daddy for ever and ever.”

  Jared strode off, leaving Rett gaping after him. He was all in, for sure, but that was a tall order, and one he wasn’t sure he could pull off by tomorrow.

  He was sure going to try, though.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rett whistled at the sight of Daisy in her red elf dress for the party. It was made from sheer fabric with green silk strips strategically placed to cover the parts that were only for her Daddy to see. The green dress with the red and white striped tights and white pinafore collar should have looked ridiculous, as should the large red and green bow perched precariously atop her head, but she looked good enough to eat.

  “Hell, little one,” he moaned. “I’m not sure we are going to stay at the party for very long.”

  “How come?” She shifted on her feet, biting her lip and ringing her hands together. “Do you hate it? I can change. I picked it out for you, but it’s not very Little. If you don’t like it, I can pick something else, like a red party dress, or....”

  “Daisy,” Rett interrupted, impatiently. “If you continue down this line of rambling, I swear I will make you walk into that ballroom naked, just to make a point.”

  Her eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut. She shook her head, making the bow dance and bob.

  He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You are adorable and sexy and everything a man could ever want. I meant, we won’t last long because I am going to want to get you alone. I don’t like having to share.”

  Blush colored her cheeks and she smiled at his confession.

  “What are you going to wear?” she asked, looking relaxed and happy once again.

  “What do you mean? This is my costume.” He opened his arms and looked down at his all black attire with an expression of feigned confusion on his face.

  “That’s not Christmas-y, Daddy!” she exclaimed with a high-pitched giggle. “We are going to a Christmas party. You can’t go like that.”

  “Silly me, I forgot the most important part.” Reaching beside the chair, he picked up a long white and red striped cane, that was far too skinny and mean looking to be used for helping someone walk. It also didn't look much like a Christmas decoration, despite the hook shape and festive design with a round slapper on the end about the size of his hand, and a Santa hat, which he placed on top of his cowboy hat. “I’m Santa’s mean brother, Spanky Claus. I walk around with my cane and threaten Little boys and girls who get out of hand.”

  Daisy crossed her arms over her ample chest and glared. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Not even a bit. Would you like a sample of what my candy cane can do to a naughty little bottom?”

  Her arms dropped and flew back to cover her almost exposed ass, and she glared at him. “The only butt you’re allowed to spank is mine, and I’m not going to be naughty,” she announced with an angry pout.

  “Oh, is that so?” Rett hummed, twiring the candy cane in his hand. “Feeling a might jealous, are we?”

  “It’s not jealousy. It’s possessiveness. Littles are very possessive, and you are my Daddy, not anyone else's, no matter how naughty they are.”

  “Touche,” Rett responded with a smirk. “Still, I think I’ll bring my cne along then, just in case my Little decides to be naughty after all.”

  “Ugh! Fine!” Daisy all but shrieked as she stomped her way to the door.

  “Not much protection back there, little one. I’d keep the sass to a minimum if I were you. Or you know… don’t,” he teased, flicking his ‘cane’ through the air.

  Whirling around to face him, Daisy covered her bottom with both hands. “I’ll be good,” she promised, not taking her eyes off of the implement as it danced in front of her.

  “I know you will. You’re a good girl, little flower.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, let’s go have some fun, shall we?” He crooked his elbow at his side, and she took the invitation, sliding her arm around his and laying her head on his shoulder.

  They made their way to the ballroom to find the party already in full swing. The decorations were amazing and turned the ornate room into a Winter Wonderland. Snowflake garlands dangling from the ceilings, and trees reached as high as the ceiling in all four corners of the room. Lights hung from every imaginable surface and covered the walls. Santa’s workshop occupied a large corner near the stage, and Jared was once again in his Santa Suit, with a long line of Littles clamoring for a chance to sit on his lap. A photographer was set up to take pictures of everyone who wanted a unique souvenir. A large table, crowned with a sparkling sugar plum centerpiece and covered in baked desserts of all kinds, stood in one corner. Another table held a hot cocoa bar with marshmallows, whipped cream, sprinkles and candy canes.

  “This is amazing!” Daisy squealed, bouncing on her toes in excitement. “Look at all the cupcakes.”

  “Looks like a tummy-ache waiting to happen,” Rett grumbled good naturedly.

  Daisy ignored him as she tugged him further into the room. “Come on, Daddy.”

  Her mood, when she was so deep in her Little space, was contagious. He felt light on his feet and was looking forward to the rest of the night. He wasn’t joking when he’d said he didn’t want to share his time with her, but he also didn’t want to selfishly keep her looked in their room. This night was for her and he was going to make sure she got all she wanted from it.

  “Cupcake?” Daisy ran off and reappeared at his side within minutes, holding a plate overflowing with goodies.

  Shaking his head, he took a cookie and bit into it. It was deliciously moist and melted on his tongue. “Oh, these are dangerous. You are really going to have to pace yourself or you will get sick.”

  She nodded, only half listening as she took a bite of a brownie. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she moaned in a way that had him picturing her lips around his cock. “Oh my god! Do you know how long it’s been since I ate a brownie? It's been forever and the ones I make at home definitely don
’t taste as good as this.”

  “Enjoy it, baby girl,” he told her with an indulgent smile. “Then let’s dance.” He needed to do something to keep his mind away from all the naughty things he wanted to do to her.

  “I love to dance!” she all but yelled, bouncing once as she took the last bite of brownie and then abandoned her plate. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him to the dance floor.

  He danced with her, enjoying watching her excitement and the way her hips swayed with the music, but soon he needed a break, both from dancing, and from watching. The way her breasts bounced, and the lights danced off the sheer fabric, serving only to highlight her glowing skin underneath, had his dick hardening to a severely uncomfortable level. All he could think about was taking her and her gyrating hips as he was balls deep in her heat.

  And that was a problem. He didn’t want to rush her night, but he did need to catch his breath. And try to reduce his full erection down to a semi.

  “I’m going to get a drink,” he whispered, leaning in so that she would be able to hear him over the music. “You want to keep dancing or come with Daddy?”

  “Dance!” She threw her hands in the air and kept right on going.

  Shaking his head, he pulled her in for a quick kiss before leaving her to enjoy herself.

  Grabbing a water bottle from a nearby table, he backed away from some of the crowd to catch his breath and watch his girl. He was so damn proud of the progress they had made in their short time. She was practically naked and dancing in a room full of people without even batting an eye. Two days ago, that would not have been reality.

  “Hey Everett, how are you?” Sadie, his cousin’s wife, and a Little herself bounced up to him, looking half her mischievous self, and still a bit under the weather.

  Raising a brow, he regarded her with concern. She didn’t look well, and he had a hard time believing that his cousin wanted her bopping around at the party, infecting guests and wearing herself out. Then again, it was Christmas Eve, and Sadie was a force to be reckoned with. His cousin probably hadn’t stood a chance.