Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  “Come on, you’ve never deprived me of caffeine before.”

  “Yes, that’s true, but this year I want you to enjoy Christmas through the eyes of a young lady. And the last time I checked, little girls don’t drink coffee. Are you still on board with me being your daddy this Christmas?”

  “Of course,” she squealed. “So, when are Trent and Jessie coming over?”

  “We didn’t arrange for an exact time, and since it will only be the four of us, I told him not to rush. I’m sure they’ll want some time alone this morning too.”

  “This is going to be the best Christmas ever!” she sang, twirling around like a ballerina.

  There was no need to hide his wide smile, and the dimple in his bristled cheek appeared instantly. “I have a few surprises for you, sweetie, so close your eyes,” he said, leading her into the living room by the hand. Rounding the corner, she lifted her long eyelashes and was shocked to see a completely decorated evergreen tree with several beautifully wrapped presents underneath.

  “The corner was empty last night when we came home. How did you arrange all this?”

  “Santa must have set it up in the middle of the night,” he said with a wink.

  Sammie’s eyes were wide and her expression, incredulous. “Jesus, cowboy! Don’t you ever sleep?” Hurrying out to the kitchen, she rummaged through her purse before racing back with her cell phone to do her best impersonation of a photographer. “I want a picture of this to remember our first Christmas together. Let’s do a selfie in front of the tree!”

  Clearly satisfied with her reaction, Pete stood beside her with a broad grin beaming across his face as she captured the moment with several snaps. “I know you’re usually not one to enjoy having your photo taken, but right now you look like you’re about to burst with happiness,” she said.

  “It seems like a lifetime that I’ve been waiting to have my own family, and at this very moment, it just hit me—I finally have what I’ve always wished for.” After a hand motion for Sammie to come sit beside him, she ran to be in his arms, and he pressed their bodies back into the sofa. “Hey, have you noticed that there are a few gifts under that tree? Who could they be for?”

  “That wasn’t necessary. I already have everything I need, Daddy.”

  He held his hands up in the air. “Hey, I had nothing to do with this. Santa was obviously here.” With a burst of excitement, she playfully pinched the side of his stomach before dashing over to the tree. Like a mad woman, she tore into the professionally wrapped gifts with silver paper and red ribbons flying everywhere. In just a matter of minutes, she’d steamrolled her way through every gift—resulting in a pile of wrapping rubble and a family of yellow rubber duckies in a heap beside her. Looking back over her shoulder, she noticed that Pete’s vivid green eyes were shimmering.

  “When Trent and I were kids, our parents used to watch us open presents the same way.”

  “I only got you something small,” she said in a low tone, handing him a wrapped box from the front pocket of her robe. “What happened to the no-gift rule we agreed on?”

  “That rule was only for you, young lady. You know I don’t need or want anything else.”

  She took a deep breath and watched as he tore open the gold wrapping paper before pulling a supple brown belt from the box. “Don’t you just love the smell of new leather?” she asked, her bottom quivering at the sight of a belt in his hand.

  “Thank you, darlin’! I absolutely love everything about it!” he exclaimed, standing to pull it through the hoops of his jeans before returning to the couch. “The southwestern silver buckle is definitely one-of-a-kind, and it fits perfectly.”

  As he sat back down and she straddled his lap, her hand seductively rested on his muscular thigh. “Maybe I can give you another gift? Perhaps something a bit more personal?”

  He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “That does sound tempting, but why don’t you take some of your new presents to our room while I fill the bathtub?”

  “Ahh, the rubber ducky family was obviously intended to be used today.”

  “You get undressed, and I’ll run the water, sweet girl.”

  Sammie walked down the long hall, and after making a stop into the bedroom to undress, she strolled naked into the bathroom. In seconds, her eyes feasted on a gaggle of rubber ducks floating on a layer of thick bubbles.

  “Let me help you into the tub. Your new friends have been patiently waiting for you.”

  “You are hilarious,” she said, watching Pete test the water temperature as he swished the suds around with one strong hand.

  “I thought a little playtime on Christmas morning sounded like the perfect way to start our day together.”

  “You really are enjoying these daddy moments, aren’t you, cowboy?” she managed through a giggle as Pete took her hand, guiding her into the water.

  “Be careful, it’s slippery, and I don’t want my best girl to get hurt. Is it too hot for you?” he asked with concern as her buttocks touched the source of the rising steam.

  “Nope, it’s perfect. Are you going to stay and bathe me?”

  The edges of Pete’s lips curved upward into a sweet smile. “I need to get breakfast started, so why don’t you play for a few minutes,” he directed, drying off his hands, “and I’ll be back to make sure you’re clean as a whistle as soon as I can.”

  “Are you kidding? I’ll be a prune by then!” she said, watching him stride down the hall. Oh, what the hell! Getting into the spirit of a child-like frenzy, she splashed water around and pretended that the new plastic, yellow ducks were quacking right along with her. Although Sammie tried to focus on the toys, her mood started to switch to an old familiar channel. She was naked, alone in a tub of warm, slippery bath water, and Pete would be downstairs for a quite a while fixing breakfast. Hmm, it seemed like the perfect time to indulge in some individual pleasure. After all, it was a holiday, right? Facing all the rubber ducks the other way so that their creepy, small, airbrushed eyes wouldn’t be able to watch, she poured a bit more liquid soap into the water and gushed a steady stream from the faucet over it to create more bubbles. Circling her nipple with one hand, she reached underneath and eased a finger between the swollen lips of her pussy, gently teasing her clit. Thoughts of Pete draping her over his lap usually led to a quick orgasm, but since he was probably frying bacon downstairs, she figured there was time for a lengthy session, maybe even a doubleheader!

  As the soapy water encouraged her natural lubrication, Sammie rounded her hardened sensitive button, imagining herself standing in the corner with her bare, reddened globes sticking out. Lying back on the small tub pillow that Pete had provided, she closed her eyes and slipped her delicate digit further into her needy sheath, enjoying the sensation of her muscles dancing and fluttering. It had been a long time since she’d pleasured herself, and it was like reuniting with an old friend. Rubbing her rock-hard bud with the base of her thumb, she added a second digit into her fevered canal and went deep as her vaginal walls clenched tight, pulsing around her finger with forceful pleasure. Feverishly pumping her pointer and middle fingers in and out, she was about to peak with an almost painful orgasm when a calm, low voice startled her.

  “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

  Innocently, her hands reached out from the water as a guilty smile emerged. “Who me? I was just having some innocent fun.”

  Though his large stature was posed in a stern stance, his eyes glimmered with the possibilities of how he was going to discipline her.

  How would she know this? Because she’d seen that look before.

  “You certainly were enjoying yourself, but it doesn’t seem like the rubber duckies were involved in your fun. Stand up and turn around, missy.”

  “Jesus, you’re going to spank me on Christmas?”

  “Yep. Right here in the tub. On your wet behind. Now, please don’t try my patience, because we both know what will happen if you do,” he warned, tapping a finger
tip on his new belt.

  “Nope, there’s no point in getting that expensive Italian leather wet,” she said, standing up with a pivot to hold onto the towel bar.

  His sigh was exasperated. “I’m not going to wait forever, little miss. Present your backside like you’re supposed to.”

  Rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, she hollowed out her back and stuck her warm and wet ass out, hoping that the Christmas spirit would keep the discipline session short and to the point.

  Nope, not a chance in hell of that happening.

  “Is my sweet one mulling over how naughty she was?” he asked, squeezing the bottom of her warm and wet cheek before giving it a brisk slap.

  “Cut me a break. You were busy preparing breakfast and left me in this bubble bath all alone,” she countered, her back snapping up from the painful swat.

  “You know that self-pleasuring isn’t permitted in this house. Do you remember what happens to bad little girls who break the rules?”

  “I refuse to answer that question on the grounds—” She turned her head during the retort to display the tears pooling in her eyes, but a second smack stopped her sentence short.

  “Your actions have already incriminated you, counselor, and the sarcasm isn’t going to help your case.”

  “Can I make it up to you? I wanted to do something nice before, but—”

  “Push your heinie out further. You know very well why that type of behavior deserves a good, hard spankin’, young lady,” he growled, adding a brisk smack to each lower cheek.

  “I was just immersing in some old-fashioned fun from the good ole’ days. It’s Christmas morning, for God’s sake. You know, a time for reminiscing?”

  “Uh-huh. I know what day it is. Now, stick that red tushie out.”

  Looking over her shoulder, she watched Pete’s expression. Though the corners of his lips straightened, she figured that her husband’s cock was probably springing to life inside his tight jeans just at the sight of her reddened behind. Returning to her submissive pose, she placed both hands against the sides of the wall and tried to prepare herself for what was to come. Holding her steady around the waist with one arm, his other hand connected hard, crashing against the center of her wet, bare buttocks over and over.

  Sammie tried to be quiet, but her pleas spilled out loud and furious as she desperately tried to wriggle away from him. “Please, that hurts! No more, please!”

  “Now, I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I let my sweet kitten get away with such a stunt,” he said, bouncing his palm off the bottom of each well-spanked buttock.

  “You’re a wonderful daddy, Pete. Please stop!” she begged over and over, thanking God that all the windows were closed.

  “Have you learned your lesson, yet?” he asked in a deep measured voice, his hand meeting her moist, stinging ass with each spoken word.

  “Yes, sir. I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again!” she sobbed mightily in short exclamations. When he finally pulled her into his arms, Sammie’s glowing ass met the hardness filling his pants. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” he whispered in her ear. “You know very well we have rules to follow. I don’t care what holiday it is. Are we clear on that?” Tears ran down her cheeks as he turned Sammie’s face and lifted her chin with one finger. With wet eyes locking onto his, she barely choked the words out. “Yes, sir. We’re very clear on that.”

  “Good, then sit down and let’s finish this bath while the water is still somewhat warm.”

  “You want me to sit down with a blistered butt?”

  His lips curved up in a wolfish grin as he nodded.

  “Jesus, Pete. I know you’re a bit of a sadist, but isn’t this over the line? Even for you?”

  His glance was stern, and he spoke low and clear. “Do you need another spankin’, little one, or should I help lower you into the water?”

  She held her hand out for assistance, and he lowered her into the freestanding, old-fashioned tub. As her tender bottom touched the surface of the water, her lips formed a straight line. And then, as though nothing had happened, he filled a plastic cup with warm water and raised it over her head.

  “Can I keep my eyes open?”

  “Even though it’s the no tears formula, I’d still keep them shut. I don’t want to take any chances of the soap burning them.”

  Funny this is the same man who just spanked my ass until it radiated a shade of scarlet and he’s worried about baby shampoo stinging my eyes!

  After saturating her hair with water, he proceeded to fill his hand with the golden liquid soap and gently massaged the suds into her scalp. “Cover your face while I rinse the shampoo out now,” he instructed, passing her a washcloth. The warm water certainly was comforting as he doused her scalp and washed all the shampoo from her light tresses. “There, all clean now.”

  She leaned forward and started quacking as she lined all the baby ducks in a row to follow their mother.

  “You really do enjoy a good age-play scene, kiddo,” Pete said softly, soaping up a washcloth to lather up her back. With each swirl of suds onto her skin, she could feel his gentle love. And after assisting her to stand, he guided Sammie to hold onto the sturdy towel rack then reached to palm her bare mound before sliding his nimble fingers up and down the slit of her pussy, making sure to cleanse and caress each creamy fold.

  “Jesus. I took a bath last night. How dirty could I be?” she sassed, wiggling her backside from side to side. “Come on. I need to get back to playing with my duckies.”

  “Be still,” he scolded with a slap to her wet rump. “Or does my difficult girl need a to feel the lick of my strap across her naughty cheeks?”

  Her eyelids instantly lowered. “No, Daddy. I’ll behave.”

  “Smart girl. Now bend your knees a bit, so I can clean the inside of your beautiful behind.”

  Though Sammie’s eyes rolled to the ceiling and her face burned bright red with embarrassment, she submissively bent her knees and waited for the most humiliating part of her bath.

  “That’s my good girl,” he whispered, slowly trailing a fingertip down the crack of her ass before sliding it deep inside her dark, sensitive channel. Her buttocks quivered from all his detailed attention, and she let out a low moan of pleasure each time he pushed inside her anus, stretching her delicate muscles with each loving thrust. But she knew that bath time was almost over as he removed his finger and lovingly smoothed soap around her reddened flesh with the palm of his hand.

  “Aww, just a little longer,” she pleaded, peering over her shoulder.

  “Hold on to Daddy’s arm while you sit back down in the water. I don’t want you to slip and fall.”

  Not being immediately compliant resulted in a brisk smack to her tender hind end.

  “Hey!” she yelped, turning at the waist to glare at him. “Was that really necessary?”

  “When your daddy asks you to sit down in the bathtub, maybe you should respond a bit quicker.”

  Without a comment, she lowered her head along with her body and flashed her famous puppy dog eyes.

  “I know what my girl with the stunning baby blues wants, but bath time is now over. So, stay put and behave yourself while I rinse you off.” He drizzled a stream of warm water down over her back and watched as she cooed with pleasure before he sat down on the toilet seat, pulled a large towel from the rack, and offered her his hand to get out of the tub. “Now, let’s get you dried, kitten.” After being wrapped in warm softness, she slipped into a silky robe and sat down on his lap. Pete used a short towel to dry the excess water from her hair before playfully ruffling it all around her head and face. “Somebody is feeling mighty frisky today,” he said, taking the small travel dryer from the lower cabinet. “And after I dry you completely, we’ll go into the bedroom, and I’ll help you find something festive to wear before I serve you breakfast. How does that sound, my sweet?”

  CHAPTER NINE

  WHEN JESSIE AWOKE IN bed alone, she thought Trent might be on the phone in the
next room, but he wasn’t saying much. “Who were you talking to?” she asked in a small voice, watching him saunter toward her. “Or would a better question be, who were you listening to?”

  “I called Pete to see if he wanted some of our leftovers from last night’s dinner and he took a few minutes to share a couple of things.”

  “Ooh, what did he tell you? I thought sharing was a no-no in this family,” she accused playfully, wagging a finger at him.

  “Yes, well, my brother is going through a lot of changes right now and needed a sounding board,” Trent vaguely offered, snuggling back under the covers. Gathering her up in one muscular arm, the strong fingers on his other hand rounded and twisted her supple nipple until he hardened and elongated it to his satisfaction. It didn’t take much for a lightning bolt to make a beeline for her quivering clitoris.

  “I’ll give you twenty minutes to cut that out, mister.” Giggling, she watched him lower his lips to her breast and really didn’t want to interrupt him, but her curiosity was about to kill the proverbial kitty. “So, what did he say? You’re not planning to leave me in suspense, are you?”

  After rounding her hard bud with his tongue, he pulled back to grin, prominently displaying a deep dimple in his cheek. “After Pete gave Sammie a bath this morning, he decided to have some fun with her.”

  She sat up straight and folded her hands like a good girl ready to listen intently to the story. “This is almost as good as being a Peeping Tom. Please continue.”

  “You cannot repeat this story, princess. I’m trusting you to keep your lips sealed.”

  “Of course,” she promised, her fingers twisting like a lock in front of her mouth. “I won’t tell a soul.”

  “Pete felt so many emotions last night, and his head was spinning. Even though he enjoyed everything about their daddy/little girl lifestyle, he prefers that their adult sexual play is separated from their scenes of kinky age-play. My brother loves the protection he feels for her as a daddy, but at the same time, he’s aroused by Sammie as his wife. It’s been hard for him to make a bridge between the different ways he’s feeling about her.”