Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  He opened his eyes and smiled. “Morning, morning, little bunny.”

  “Morning, morning, Daddy bunny,” she replied. “Wake up time; it’s warm and sunny.”

  He stroked her and kissed her hair, then wrapped her up in a big hug and went back to sleep! Chloe didn’t want to sleep, so she shook him. He opened his eyes again and she frowned.

  “Grown up! It’s time to get up!” she announced.

  He nodded.

  “Just one little problem,” he told her. “Daddy’s got morning wood.”

  “Do you want your little girl to help you with that?”

  He thought about it for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “How do little girls help with Daddy’s morning wood?” he asked.

  Suddenly shy, she gave him a small smile and shook her head while her cheeks reddened.

  “They open their mouths ready for their morning vitamins,” he explained.

  She giggled and nodded. They’d never really age-played before this whole Christmas thing, and Chloe hadn’t even thought about how they might have sex, but Bradley clearly knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige him.

  While he lay down, she peeled back the covers and drank in the sight of his engorged cock. It was as big as ever, and her clit throbbed in anticipation of things to come. She licked her lips and leaned over him, taking his cock in her left hand, then pumped it a little to see how hard he was. He was just as solid as he looked. Wasting no more time, Chloe opened her mouth and impaled her face on his huge member.

  She sighed through her nose, enjoying being a part of his pleasure. There was something about doing this for him that turned her on more than she ever would have thought. Serving him sexually was even more arousing when she was able to give herself entirely to him, like now, because she wasn’t focused on her own orgasm.

  Massaging the part of his cock immediately below the ridge of his tip, she worked her tongue around him while he gurgled and groaned with pleasure.

  Suddenly, without warning, she deepthroated him, and bobbed her head up and down his length, feeling the tip of his cock hitting against the back of her throat as he filled her completely. He allowed her to do this by herself for a few seconds, then he gripped her head and thrust into her throat, harder and deeper, so she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but allow him to possess her. As his cock twitched, she felt liquid trickling out of her own opening and onto her engorged clit. Then, with a final thrust, he shot his silky load down her throat then pulled out. She swallowed as soon as she wasn’t being forced open by his cock, and as he passed her lips she licked the final droplets of cum off his slit.

  “Good girl,” he told her thickly. “Now go downstairs and wait in the sitting room. Daddy will come and make his princess some breakfast.”

  Brimming with delight that she’d made her daddy happy, Chloe got off the bed and hopped downstairs. Her own needs were still pressing, however, and while she waited for him she put one hand down her panties and began to rub that special place where she knew she wasn’t supposed to touch without Daddy’s permission. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself unless he had told her to. Now, however, the knowledge that she was doing something forbidden added to her arousal and made her crave her release more urgently.

  She froze with her fingers down her panties, drenched in nectar, as the living room door opened. Looking up, she saw her daddy enter the room in jeans and a Metallica shirt, looking like her daddy and her dom all at the same time.

  “And what might my young lady be doing with her hand down her panties all alone in the living room?” he asked, sounding stern.

  “Uh... I was itchy?” Chloe answered. The look on his face told her that he knew this was a lie. Under his scrutiny, she quickly caved. “Okay! Okay! I was touching my special place!”

  “Are you allowed to do that?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Words, Chloe.”

  “No, sir, I’m not allowed to touch my special place.”

  “Go to the kitchen and bring me the wooden spoon.” His voice brooked no argument, so she got to her feet quickly and hurried to obey him. Her core tingled at the idea of a punishment for masturbating, but her tummy turned to jelly for the same reason. She didn’t want to be in trouble. Seizing the spoon, she walked up to him and held it out.

  “Bend over the armchair,” he instructed. She did as she was told, wishing she’d asked permission before putting a hand near her clit. “For touching yourself without permission, you will get six swats of the spoon,” he told her.

  Then, she waited for the spanking to start. Her clit was needier than ever but she didn’t try to touch it in case she got into more trouble. Liquid was steadily trickling into her panties. She squeezed the arm of the chair and waited.

  Finally, the spoon landed with a splat against her left butt cheek. It was hard and unyielding, and she hated the fact that it seemed to reach deep inside her with one swat. She didn’t think she could take much of this mean spoon.

  He landed it on the other cheek and she gasped as the two sides matched one another for soreness. That spoon was so bitey, and the pain seemed to thud and sting at the same time, lighting up the nerves on the surface of her bottom and making her pussy clench.

  The next two swats were in swift succession. Before she knew what had happened, they had landed, exploded into loud pain, then calmed to a tingling buzz that made her whole core yearn for Daddy’s cock.

  The fifth one was even harder, or perhaps it was just because of how sore her ass already was, but she moaned as it caught her sit spot and seemed to fill her bottom with fresh agony.

  “Now I want you to reach back and hold your cheeks apart,” Bradley said. Chloe froze for a moment, then obeyed. She knew what he was about to do, and that made her want to hide under the armchair until he changed his mind. Her traitorous pussy had other ideas, though, and her clit decided to throb faster and more urgently as she parted her cheeks and held them wide.

  The wooden spoon landed on her vulnerable bottom hole. She squealed as the sharp bite tingled deeply into her rear tunnel, awakening the nerves inside her, while at the same time igniting the surface of her sensitive skin with sparks of soreness.

  “I’m really sorry, Daddy!” she exclaimed thickly, caught between pain and desire as she waited to be permitted to get up.

  “You’re forgiven, little bunny, and you may stand. But trust that Daddy will make you come when he wants you to,” he told her.

  She nodded.

  “You took away my chance to pleasure you by doing it yourself. And I want to make you come, but only on my own terms,” he told her. She giggled.

  “Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.” Her pussy and clit still cried out for attention, but instead of obliging her, Bradley went into the kitchen and put the coffee on.

  He brought her a cooked breakfast to eat while they watched The Magic School Bus on Netflix, and she had great fun dipping sausage, bacon, and toasted soldiers into her fried egg with a runny yolk between sips of hot chocolate. It was a perfect meal.

  Afterwards, Chloe looked up at her daddy longingly.

  “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked. She smiled and wriggled where she sat.

  “Seeeeex?” she asked in her best little girl voice. It was the sort of voice that would get grown men to fight each other for the privilege of buying her a unicorn.

  “All right, but you need to wait at least a half hour after eating. I don’t want my little bunny to get an upset tummy.” His word was final, but thirty minutes was a lifetime away for her. She wanted him now!

  Trying to temper her desire, Chloe snuggled up to him while they watched more TV. When the next episode had finished, though, she jumped up then took his hand and pulled at him until he got up off the couch. Getting the message, he went upstairs with her, and before she knew it she was positioned on the bed on all fours with her panties down, awaiting her daddy’s big cock.

  “Someone’s very wet already,�
�� he observed.

  She giggled. “Someone called me!”

  He positioned the tip against her opening, and almost immediately her clit throbbed and filled her with the urge to beg him to take her. She suppressed that feeling, though, and waited patiently. When his cock slid inside her, splitting her open to him and pressing against every part of her sheath, she gurgled incoherently into the bed as strong tingles filled her body. His cock twitched inside her, pushing against the bundle of nerves that made up her G-spot, and she moaned some more, savoring every inch of his heavy member.

  He began to fuck her, and she braced herself against the bed. His cock felt delicious when it hit her cervix, the dual pain-pleasure making her mouth water as sparks shot through her core.

  Pressure built, and Chloe was helpless to do anything but stay where she was and get fucked by her dominant daddy. His hard cock pounded into her again and again, until she toppled over the edge into a rolling ocean of sensation, arching her back and screaming her release as his balls slapped into her clit.

  The orgasm seemed to last forever, and while she was still contracting around his cock he rumbled, then exploded, his seed shooting deep into her pussy and tingling where it touched her sensitive nerves. Once her pussy had milked every drop of his liquid, she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

  Both were silent for several minutes, and Chloe felt completely happy and thoroughly fucked.

  “Daddy?” she said at length.

  “Yes, little bunny?”

  “Can I have some cake now please? And presents?”

  “Of course, little one. Anything for you.” Bradley helped her stand, and they both went downstairs. Chloe smiled when she saw the Christmas decorations. Christmas... she’d thought it was a dirty word two weeks ago. Now, however, she found herself excited at some aspects, although she was thoroughly disinterested in others. But it wasn’t something to be feared, or to be angry about. It was always going to be a time of shattered trust and great loss, but perhaps she could also embrace another side of the festive season: love, togetherness, and family. Bradley was her family, now, and his opinion was the only one that mattered. Every Christmas tradition had to begin somewhere, after all, and Chloe liked the ones she’d started with Bradley over the past twelve days.

  She wondered if she could convince him that chocolate was a vegetable, even if it was only true on Christmas Day.

  He caught her eye as they reached the living room, and she smiled. On second thought, who needed chocolate vegetables when she had the best daddy—and the best dominant—in the whole universe?

  The End

  KATIE DOUGLAS

  Katie Douglas is a number one bestselling author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. She is currently masquerading as a librarian by day. Although, given that she lives in China, her day is probably night time where you are. So maybe she's moonlighting as a librarian.

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