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“You deserve all of this and more. Rest, eat, and drink. When you are recovered, you can help me in the kitchen with cookies. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”

“Thank you. I’m just going to take a short nap and then I’ll be in to help.” She smiled up at both of them.

“My Little Panda is tired.” He rubbed her head as she drifted.

“I am, Daddy. That was a super hot scene, though. I loved it.” She snuggled in closer, and he loved the warmth of her body.

“I’m glad; I had a lot of fun, too. You are a joy to play with. Your body is so responsive and I love seeing my marks all over it.”

“If I had a fantasy, would you make it happen?” she asked, taking a big drink of water.

“If it was within my power to do so and you were safe, yes.” He didn’t want to promise anything. If she wanted to get spanked while skydiving, that might be an issue for him.

“Ok. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you.” She breathed deeply, her cup dropping from her hands. He wanted to push her for more information, but he knew she needed to nap. That scene had been taxing on both of them, so he gathered up her tray and put it on the table and climbed into bed beside her. Getting her fantasies out of her could wait. For now, he wanted to sleep with his girl safe in his arms, knowing that nothing would ever harm her again.

Callum was gone, her surprises were en route, and he had everything he ever dreamed of. Life was pretty damn good.

Chapter 20

Daphne

The past 36 hours passed in what she could only describe as pure bliss. If she had a time in her life when she felt this safe and happy, she couldn’t remember. She and Rae and Kiera made cookies, watched Christmas movies, went sledding, and drank their weight in hot chocolate. Everything was perfect. It was Christmas Eve, they had just finished dinner, and they were watching her favorite movie, The Polar Express.

Being Little might look different than some but she was learning to be ok with that. She loved coloring, crafting, watching cartoons, and building legos. She loved the fun pink and frilly outfits she got to wear, and the big bows that completed each one. Her Little headspace allowed her to let go of adult responsibilities and just be, even if for a short time. She adored Eamon and his harsh sadist side, but loved his soft Daddy side just as much. The balance was beautiful and she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Are you girls ready for Santa to come?” Eamon asked her and Kiera. She had seen little of Rae but knew there were some things happening she didn’t know about. Hopefully she was ok. She worried about her friend. She finally had two close friends, and she just wanted them to be as deliriously happy as she was.

“We are so ready, Daddy. SO ready. We baked cookies today and we have carrots for all the reindeer. You ‘membered to mail my letter overnight to Santa, right?”

“Of course, Little Panda. I made sure it got there and Santa is working hard to make sure you have all the surprises your heart desires.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she snuggled in closer.

“I don’t really need anything, Daddy. I have you. You are really all I need and want for Christmas. This has been the most magical week of my life. Even with all the drama, I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for my favorite girl. Now, after the movie, it will be time for teeth brushing and Little girls to get into bed. Santa needs to come and he will only come if all Littles are tucked in tight, dreaming of pleasant things.” He patted her hip at her whine of protest. “Santa will definitely bring switches for naughty Little girls who need red bottoms to cooperate and obey their Daddy.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “But I would like to lodge a formal complaint to the Board of Daddies for you being a meaniehead.”

“Your complaint is denied and you can spend some time over my knee before bed.”

“But Daddy! I was just being a little bit sassy. I don’t needs a spankin’ and I don’t want switches in my stocking either!”

“Just watch your movie, Little Panda. You can argue with me later.”

She huffed and turned back to the movie, winking when she caught Kiera’s eye, who promptly starting giggling so hard, her Daddy took her to bed. It was that delirious, tired laugh, so it was time. Being a Little was so much fun.

“I think it’s also time for us to go to bed, Little Panda. Up you go.” He turned off the TV, pulling her up despite her pouting protests.

“But Daddyyyyy,” she whined, “I’m not seepies yet.”

“Well that’s a good thing because we have a spanking to take care of.” He gently pulled her to the bedroom and stripped her Christmas PJs off of her. Not giving her time to even think, he drew her over his knees. “My sassy girl needs a red bottom, huh?”

“I think you have me mistaken with someone else, Daddy. I’m not sassy. And I am definitely not sassy on Christmas Eve. This should be illegal.” She fluttered her feet in protest.

“You should feel very lucky that I am in such a good mood, otherwise you would get some penalty strokes for disobeying me.” Her bottom cheeks clenched and her heart felt as though it was going to beat out of her chest. “Hmmmmm. I think someone wants that.”

“I think you’re insane,” she huffed, but deep down, she really did. She wanted to know what it was like. He had threatened it enough times, and it was driving her insane not knowing. But she was crazy for even wanting it. Being a Little and a masochist and whatever else she was was hard sometimes. The thoughts and emotions were warring in her brain. Self-preservation wanted to win out, but curiosity wanted to win out more.

“I don’t think so, Little Panda. I think we will do a nice hand spanking and then I will give you a taste of my cane. You have been pushing for it all week, but chicken out at the last minute. So I am going to only give you two strokes to your bottom hole and then I will make you feel all better.” With that, the talking stopped and he swatted her bottom. It was light, but his hands were so hard that it might as well have been a paddle. She squealed as he swatted her. Left cheek, right cheek, sit spots, and thighs. He spanked her until she was panting and squeezing her thighs together so tight she could probably break a watermelon with them.