Page 53 of Dark Holiday

“Good girl.”

Smack.

“Two!” Her voice is a soft wail.

Smack.

“Three.” This time, her sobs turn into painful moans as her bottom waggles away in a pathetic attempt to save her from this discomfort.

“That’s my good girl. Just one more.”

Smack.

I put everything into this last swat, making sure the lesson stays...for a few days at least.

“Four.” She screams out.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl,” I soothe, planting kisses over her back. “You did such a good job for Daddy. Now go stand in the corner while I clean all this up.” With pitiful sniffles, she waddles over to the corner - her corner - and stands there, head bowed low. More love than I ever thought possible wells up at her show of submission.

“I love you, Cynthia Anne Lewis. Don’t ever forget that.”

She turns, her eyes glistening with more than tears. “I know, Daddy. I love you too.”

Keep reading for an extra holiday treat! Cindy gets an extra surprise at work!

BONUS EPILOGUE

Daniel

Cindy’s soft snores reach my ears as I struggle to wake up to my alarm. At some point soon, I’m going to have to move her in with me. It’s the only logical conclusion. These early mornings are starting to wear on both of us, turning my normally cheery girl into a sullen grouch.

The office doesn’t need another grump; I have that position covered. Glancing over, I smile, staring at her sprawled form, mouth agape as she continues to sleep, oblivious to the shrill beep of the alarm. Pulling the sheet back, I study the bright crisscross of lines bisecting the pale skin of her ass.

Last night, she got a taste of my whip, and man, did she come so hard. It looks like my girl is a bit of a masochist, even if she won’t admit that out loud. Shutting off the alarm, I ease out from underneath the covers before bending low to trail my tongue along the raised welts.

Cindy groans in her sleep and squirms under the onslaught. Digging my fingers into her hips, I hold her there, not willing to let her go before I’m ready.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpers, struggling against my fingers. “No more,” her voice is thick with sleep and so fucking adorable.

“Who are you to tell me no, Princess?”

“But your beard tickles!”

“Oh, does it now?” Stupid grin on my face, I bend down once more and brush the offensive hair across her backside.

“Daddy!” She shrieks, erupting into a mass of giggles and writhing.

“What was that about my beard?” I affect my best serious tone, the one that’s sure to make her body tighten up with arousal.

Sure enough, her response is a breathless, needy whine. “It’s the best! A paragon! A wonder to behold!”

I chuckle against her heated flesh. “Oh, my delectable, lying little viper.” What started out as a pejorative between us is slowly becoming an endearment, but I still use it sparingly. The last thing I want to do is bring up old hurts.

Slipping a finger lower, I curve my lips on her ass. “So shamefully wet for me. Did last night not satisfy you?” Cindy’s face turns pink as she buries her head in the mass of sheets and pillows. The minx is still shy and awkward. Part of me hopes she never loses that.

The honeyed scent of her arousal tickles my nose as I skim my face lower, and I salivate at the thought of devouring her.

“On your knees. I want you to grab the top bar on the headboard,” I growl, pulling back to give her room to maneuver around the sheets and blankets. Pulling my phone off the nightstand, I double-check the time and set another alarm.