by Allysa Hart
“Wait!” I yelled a split second before his hand came crashing down on my pajama-covered bottom. “Let’s talk about this!”
He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. His hand fell hard against my rear five more times before I even got the words out.
He did however, address my protest. “There is nothing to talk about, little elf. You agreed not once, but twice to have me as your Daddy for the weekend, did you not?”
“Yes! But…” Spanks continued to rain across the center of my upturned bottom, and I gasped for air as I tried to push words out between the stinging blows.
“As your Daddy, I have certain duties. I plan to love and spoil you with a weekend you will never forget, but I also plan to hold you accountable to the rules I would hold a little girl of my own to. For the remainder of the weekend, in order for this to work, you must consider yourself no older than six, and I must treat you as such.”
He paused then, and began to rub my backside, which already felt tender and bruised from his ministrations.
“What? That’s preposterous! I’m not six, I’m thirty-one!”
“It’s called age play, or regression, depending on who you ask, and it’s actually a very effective form of therapy,” Santa informed me matter-of-factly.
“Grrrr.”
“I can see that it hasn’t started to work yet.” His hands left my bottom, and I peered over my shoulder to see him tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I think,” he mused, “that if I had my own little girl of six, and I was trying to teach her a lesson that wasn’t quite sinking in, I would make sure it did, by way of a sound bare-bottom spanking.”
I watched in horror as he reached for the waistband of my ridiculous pajama bottoms.
Without waiting for my consent, or my argument, he pulled them down, and my panties with them, exposing my bare bottom. I gasped as the cool air from the overhead fan hit my sore flesh, and the breeze did things to my girly bits I’m not even going to talk about. How mortifying.
He lifted his hand once more, and I screamed. It was the wrong thing to do. His expression grew hard, and he began to spank with a renewed vigor. It hurt so much more on the bare.
“As per your letter, little one, let me remind you, ‘A daddy can be stern sometimes if he needs to be, and punish me if I’ve been naughty. I’ll try to be extra good so he doesn’t have a reason to. Emily’s daddy says daddies don’t like to punish their little girls but sometimes they must.’”
Every single word he recited back to me was punctuated with a swat, and each swat felt harder than the one before until I couldn’t take it any longer. His words combined with the stinging pain of his hard hand across my bare ass broke me. My entire body sagged over his knee, and I cried. I cried harder than I had in years. This man, whoever he was, was doing things to my mind and body that I simply did not appreciate. Yet, I craved it. As angry as I was, and as ridiculous and unbelievable as this all seemed, I wanted everything he was offering. I wanted him to be my Daddy. I wanted him to hold me accountable. I wanted everything he promised me.
I’m not sure when the spanking stopped, but when I finally caught my breath, I noticed he was stroking me tenderly, his cold hands a balm against my heated backside.
“You’re a good girl, little one. Daddy is going to take good care of you, I promise.”
“O-o-okay,” I agreed between sobs. “I-I-I’m sorry for being s-s-so bad. I d-d-don’t even want coffee any m-m-more.”
I could hear him trying not to laugh as he lifted me onto his knee and hugged me tight. “This was never about coffee, little elf. This is about control. You need to learn to give me the reins for a while.”
I giggled at the irony of his statement. “How come you always get to drive the sleigh?”
“Because I’m the Daddy, and you are the pampered little girl. Now, are you ready to have some breakfast?”
“No, my butt hurts.”
“Well, I would hope so. You took a good long spanking that you will hopefully feel all day. I don’t want to have to do that again. But your butt hurting will not keep you from filling your stomach.” He stood me up and righted my pants and panties. “Now, let’s go eat, and then we will go get us a tree.”
I held back the groan about the tree but just barely. He was going to make it look like Christmas threw up in my house again, except this time he was going to make me help him do it.
“Couldn’t you conjure up a tree like you did before? It’s freezing and way too naturey out here.”
“Real Daddies don’t use magic. Real Daddies do things the hard way.”
“Yeah? Is that why you flew us here in a sleigh with heated seats and a cocoa dispenser?” Crystal scoffed, her voice a mixture of mirth and annoyance.
“That’s different,” I argued, but she was right. Vegas had been seriously lacking in their tree selection, so I’d flown us to a farm where we could choose and chop down our own. “It’s about the experience, little elf. How’s this one?”
“It looks the same as the one next to it. Pick one! I want to get back to the heated seats.”
I’ll heat your seat, I thought, growing hard at the memory of her bottom growing red under my hand. Down boy. This weekend was not about sex. It was about anything and everything but. God willing, the sex would come later.
“You can’t just pick one,” I grunted, willing my brain to return to the subject at hand. “It has to be the right one.”
“I can’t feel my toes,” she whined, following me down a row of thick elms and majestic firs. “Fine, how about this one?” She pointed to a robust noble fir that stood at about six-and-a-half feet tall. It had a fluffy body and sturdy branches, perfect for decorating.
“Good choice. Do you want to help me cut it down?” I held the saw out to her, but she jumped back as if it were going to bite her.
“Umm, do Daddies let little girls play with sharp saws? That doesn’t seem safe.”
When she said Daddy like that, I had hoped it was a sign, that she was beginning to soften and embrace her inner child. Then I caught a glimpse of her face and realized she was simply bratting. But bratting was good. I could work with bratting. Baby steps.
“You don’t want to get dirty, is that it?”
“This jacket is brand new and expensive. There’s no way I’m getting down in the dirt.”
I shook my head and lay on the ground under the tree.
“Yule, for God’s sake, just wiggle your nose and uproot the sucker. Enough with the hard way. You’re going to chop off a finger or something under there.”
Ignoring her protests, I sawed through the narrow trunk enough so that I could climb out and push it over. “There, see? I even have all of my fingers still.”
“Fabulous. Can we go now?”
“Yep. Everything else we need is already at your apartment.” I hefted the tree onto my shoulder and began my trek back to the sleigh. “Next up on our Christmas fun day, tree decorating!”
“Oh goody,” she quipped, looking as if I had announced that our next plan was a trip to the dentist’s office.
I heaved a sigh. This was not working the way I wanted it to. I wanted her to enjoy the process, not feel as though she were being tortured.
“Actually, change of plans. I have a surprise for you. We aren’t going back to your house quite yet.”
“Please tell me it’s somewhere warm and clean.”
“Yes, my prissy little elf. No more nature for you.”
“Yay!” She clapped her hands and ran ahead of me to the sleigh. Well, that was easy.
I sent the sleigh and tree home before teleporting us to a mall near her apartment. There were not many places to hide a sleigh in a busy mall parking lot.
“Oh, I love this place!” she exclaimed when she saw where we were. “They have the best stores and an amazing restaurant called Malibu that puts those cute little umbrellas in your cocktails.” She smiled, and I saw the flicker of excitement for the first time since this morning. Apparently stores, re
staurants, and shopping were the way to my little elf’s heart, and nature was a no go. I made a mental note of her preferences as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
“Well, hold your reindeer, now. There will be no cocktails today, little elf.”
“I know, I know. Party pooper.” She scrunched up her nose and stuck the tip of her tongue between her lips, but she was smiling and still seemed excited at the prospect of being here with me. She was comfortable enough to tease, if not to completely let go. I’d take it.
“Poor thing.” I pinched her cheek, teasing back. “I have something more fun in mind.”
“What’s more fun than cocktails?”
“Teddy bears.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look back at me with an expression of awe and suspicion. She was staring at me like I held the secrets to the universe.
“How did you know I collect bears?”
“I’m very observant,” I said with a wink. “You collect porcelain designer bears, and they are beautiful, but what we are getting is a cuddly teddy bear. One that you can hug whenever you want.” I tugged her hand gently to get her moving again.
“I’ve never had a teddy bear,” she admitted quietly.
“I know. You surround yourself with bears you can’t touch, snuggle, or play with. That ends today. Every little girl deserves a teddy bear.” Picking up the pace again, I led her through the mall to the teddy-bear store. It was the chain one where she could choose any bear she wanted, stuff it, and even pick out a special outfit for it. A perfect activity for a Christmas-magic weekend. At the entrance to the store, she froze again and bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement washing over her features as her gaze darted all over the store.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she admitted, “but it’s silly. I’m too old for this stuff.” Her words said one thing, but her entire body was vibrating with an excitement she could not hide. She was so close to letting go, and I hoped this would be the activity that sent her over the edge.
“Don’t be silly. You are never too old for anything. Come on. You can pick any one you want.” I led her to the wall that showcased a plethora of fuzzy critters to choose from, and she went straight to the bears section. I watched with interest and tried to guess which one she would pick. I could hear the thoughts bouncing around in her head. She wanted the glittery tie-dye bear, but she kept going back to the plainer ones, probably telling herself they were more suitable.
“Pick the one you want and stop thinking about anyone else,” I encouraged her. I wasn’t going to force her, but I hoped she allowed this for herself. It was obvious she wanted it.
“This one has a sweet smile.” She picked up the white bear and gave it a once-over. Glancing back and forth between it and the tie-dye one, she set the bear down again. “This is too hard.” She shook her head and looked at me. Frustrated tears filled her eyes. She was at war with herself, and she didn’t know how to let go.
“It is definitely a hard choice. How about this, why don’t you choose two, and we can put one in the donation bin on our way out? That will give you some extra time to make up your mind.”
She smiled at the suggestion and instantly picked up the tie-dye bear and the white one she had held before. “That’s a great idea! Kids love colorful stuff, right? They would want this guy.”
I tried to hide my frustration and sadness at her answer. She wasn’t going to give in and take what she wanted. “I’m sure they will be thankful for either one. Let’s get them stuffed and dressed before they get cold,” I teased, tickling her from behind to get her moving.
“Mommy! Mommy! That man is Santa Claus.” Uh oh. I’d been spotted. Some intuitive child would pick me out of a crowd every time I went out. I smiled in his direction as his mom tried desperately to pull him away. “Santa! I’ve been the goodest boy this year,” he announced to everyone within earshot.
“I’m proud of you, buddy. Keep up the good work,” I called back. I couldn’t help myself. He brightened up and allowed his mom to pull him from the area. I turned to see Crystal watching me in disbelief, hugging both unstuffed bears to her body. “What can I say?” I shrugged, and she shook her head with a smile.
We spent another hour in the store choosing outfits for the bears. Interestingly enough, she dressed the white bear as a cowgirl, but she dressed the tie-dyed one in a Santa suit, claiming it was what the children would want. I went along with it, happy that she was enjoying herself. Time would tell if she could truly let go and choose the one she wanted.
“Are you hungry, little elf?” I asked, as I paid for the bears. The girl behind the counter giggled.
“That’s the cutest nickname I’ve ever heard.”
I watched Crystal out of the corner of my eye. She tensed slightly but bounced back fast. “The man has a Santa complex,” she said with an exaggerated sigh and an eye roll as she walked out of the store.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I followed her. “A Santa complex, huh?”
“Well, what else would you call it?”
“I am Santa. There’s no complex about it.”
“Oh, it’s all the complex, trust me. And yes, I’m hungry.”
I shook my head but let it go. “All right, you mentioned a good restaurant. Let’s go there.”
The restaurant she mentioned was an amazing cantina of authentic Mexican, with a lovely little balcony that overlooked the Las Vegas Strip, and the fruity drinks certainly did look tempting. We would have to come back another time, when she wasn’t supposed to be six. But she was right. The food was delicious, and it was a good choice for lunch. We both left thoroughly satisfied and headed to the other side of the mall where the toy-donation bin was located. To my delight it was right next to the mall Santa.
“Look, everyone who donates gets a free photo!”
“I don’t need a photo with a fake Santa Claus,” she deadpanned, staring at me with disbelief.
“Of course you do. It’s part of the fun of Christmas. Come on.” I took her hand and pulled her to the line.
“This is not happening. I am not sitting on the knee of some crazy man in a red suit.”
“Would you rather go over Daddy’s knee instead?” I whispered close to her ear. She shivered and shook her head. “Well then, looks like you’re going to have to figure out what you want for Christmas and tell Santa. You’re next.” I took the bear boxes from her hands and nudged her forward. Reluctantly, she stepped toward the jolly old man. He was a fair replica, one of the better ones I’d seen, if I do say so myself. Not that it mattered to Crystal as she stepped forward with an expression of chagrin.
“Sorry, I know I’m too old for this.”
“Nonsense, young lady. No one is too old for Christmas,” Fake Santa boomed in a jovial voice. He was very convincing as Santa and reminded me a lot of my father. He held his hand out to her, and she let him guide her onto his lap. She sat slowly, but I watched as he charmed her and eventually even made her smile. This guy was good. I needed to take some lessons. She leaned up and whispered in his ear before posing for the photo and accepting the mini candy cane he offered from a sack near his chair.
Mall Santa winked at me. “This one is a handful.”
“You have no idea,” I answered with a wink as well, turning to Crystal. “What did you ask him for?”
“That’s between me and Santa.” Her tone was full of sass and spunk, and I was grateful to see she had loosened up again.
The little smile didn’t leave her lips until we got to the donation bin. I silently handed her both boxes not wanting to influence her choice. Whatever she did, I hoped it made her happy.
She opened both boxes, peering inside to see which bear lay hidden behind the cardboard. She sighed softly and gently placed one of the boxes in the bin.
“Good girl,” I muttered and kissed the top of her head. “Now, let’s go decorate our tree.”
Turning a corner, so we were out of the public eye, I snapped my fingers
and teleported us back to her apartment.
Weirdest day ever.
I wasn’t sure what Yule had had in mind for this weekend, or if he actually thought I could magically get to a place where I was mentally six, but something was definitely happening to my psyche. My emotions were all over the place. I went from annoyed to excited and back again so many times I could have made Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde proud.
As soon as we left the mall, I was bummed out again. I had so much fun choosing and dressing the bears, and using Mall Santa to tease Yule had been a brilliant plan on my part. It was driving him crazy not knowing what I had asked Santa for.
Yule’s idea of donating a bear had been a great one, but I’d let my brain get the best of me and made the wrong choice. Santa bear was sitting all alone in that toy bin, and I wanted him back. My disappointment must have been evident on my face, as Yule came over, and rubbed my back, peering into my eyes.
“What’s wrong, little elf?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.” It had been a long day. Especially with Friday night magically morphing into Saturday morning, after I had barely slept on Thursday night.
“How about a nap?” It was framed in a suggestion, but I was sure he didn’t mean it as such.
“If I take a nap, I will not be able to sleep tonight. It’s a curse,” I told him truthfully.
“Okay. Well then let’s settle in and move to the next thing on Daddy’s agenda, shall we?”
“What’s that?”
“Hot cocoa and one of my favorite Christmas movies! We can string popcorn for the tree while we watch.”
“Okay,” I sighed. I was on Christmas overload, but I could probably zone out while doing the popcorn. Yule hooked his finger under my chin and looked into my eyes. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“Nothing, it’s stupid. Let’s do your movie and whatever.”
He wasn’t having that, and before I could blink, he had me cuddled on his lap on my overstuffed sofa. “Tell me the truth, little elf, and before you tell me it’s nothing again, you should think about the fact that lying to Daddy is against the rules and will earn you a hot bottom and a mouthful of soap.”
