Hmm, she didn’t know what she thought of that exactly.
“We’ll start the day after tomorrow. I’ll leave you a note each morning before work. You’re to do whatever that note says, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, her mind scrambling to think about what might be in that note.
“That’s my good girl.”
Crap. Before she could say anything, his finger between her legs disappeared and she heard him suck in a breath. “My girl is very wet.”
She shuddered out a breath.
“Too bad she’s earned herself a spanking, or I’d have her sit on my face.”
Damn it. Damn it. She should never have moved that tree. And even though she’d never sat on his face, and wasn’t actually sure that sounded like something she’d want to do, she did know that Kent always made things good for her.
No, not good. Spectacular.
“Right, baby girl. You’re getting fifteen with my hand for moving the tree. I’m following up with ten with your hair brush for not talking to me about how you were feeling around spending our money.”
Oh God. She wouldn’t be able to sit at all tonight!
He rubbed his hand over her ass once more. Then his hand landed on her left cheek. Then right. Back and forth a steady rhythm that soon had her bottom heating. Tears welled. Dripped down her cheeks. Not so much because of the pain but the disappointment in herself.
He stopped and rubbed her ass. “Sweet girl? You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, hearing her breath hitch.
“Abby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied on a sob.
“Ready to continue on or do you need some time?”
She liked that too. That he was always willing to slow things down. Give her what she needed. Not that a delay would ever mean he would be turned off the path he’d decided on.
“I’m ready to carry on,” she told him, wanting this over.
“My brave girl.”
She wasn’t. Not at all. But it felt nice that he thought that. He moved away and she turned her head to watch him walk to the dresser and pick up the heavy, wooden hair brush he’d bought for her.
He positioned himself behind her once more and she closed her eyes, concentrating on not tensing up as she knew that only made things worse. He rubbed it briefly over her bottom then gave her one sharp slap. Ouch. Crap. Shit. That hurt. A lot. Especially on top of an already stinging bottom.
“I want you to know how much you mean to me, Abby.” Smack. Smack. “I don’t want you holding stuff back from me, ever. And I don’t want you risking your safety to do things I can easily do.”
A sob fought its way free as he landed another couple of smacks.
“Love you more than anything, Abby. You’re my world.”
More smacks. Her ass was throbbing. It was painful. It meant she wouldn’t sit comfortably for a while. She sobbed, tears wetting the cover beneath her as he landed the last few.
Oh God. Oh God.
And then he was beside her on his back. He carefully pulled her so she lay over him. She rested her cheek against his firm chest and cried.
“Hush, Abby, sweetheart. It’s all over now. Shh. Hush now. All done.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back.
“I feel so g-guilty.”
“Guilty?” he asked, his hand stilling. “For what, baby?”
“I’m so-so happy.”
“You’re guilty for feeling happy?”
“I get to have a Christmas. A tree. Decorations. Give people gifts. He doesn’t get any of that.”
“Max,” he said. It wasn’t a question. More like understanding.
“I know he was awful. And he wasn’t much of a brother. And even if I had the money to spare, I never bothered with gifts ‘cause I didn’t know if he was gonna come home and steal them. But I have e-everything and he’s dead.”
“Oh baby. My sweet baby.” He rolled them onto their sides and stared at her, wiping away her tears. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, sniffled. He rolled away and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and held them to her nose. She blew and he cleaned her up, wiping the tears away.
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin Christmas by being all sad. . .”
“And so you went over-the-top with everything,” he said understandingly.
“I guess so. Part of it is that I really do love getting to have a Christmas, but part is trying to keep myself busy so I don’t think so much.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Thank you for telling me, Abby.”
“You’re not mad at me? It’s not that I was holding back consciously. I just. . .I couldn’t figure it all out in my head. I hated him sometimes, but I also loved him, you know?”
“I know, sweet girl. And I don’t want you to feel you can’t talk about him, all right? So each day from now until Christmas, you’re to write down one memory about Max. Doesn’t have to be all good. Just something you want to write. Then Christmas night, we’ll read them all together. All right?”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
He smiled at her sweetly. Then he ran his hand through her long dark blonde hair. “You got the stuff you’re taking to the party ready, sweet girl?”
She nodded.
“Got your PJs? Got Boss Hog? Spare clothes and panties for tomorrow?”
“Yep, got all those.” She understood that he was trying to turn her mind onto something fun. And she wanted that too. She’d been looking forward to this party for weeks now. She, Charlie and Daisy had worked hard setting it up.
“Daddy will help you get ready then. Want me to paint your nails?”
She adored how he didn’t hesitate to offer to do things like that. In fact, he considered it all part of looking after his girl. Not a threat to his manhood. Not that much could threaten Kent’s masculinity.
He was all man.
“Charlie’s setting up a mani/pedi station, but I like the way you do my nails.”
“Then Daddy will do them for you. Let’s get you into a bath, then you can sit in your robe and I’ll do your nails and hair. Then I’ll get you dressed and we can go.”
“That sounds great, Daddy,” she said. She hadn’t been sure how she’d been going to get herself into Little headspace for this party and he’d accomplished it in a short space of time. “Except for the bath. My bottom’s too sore to sit in a bath. I need to have a shower.”
“Part of a punishment spanking is having to sit on a hot bottom,” he informed her.
She pouted.
“But Daddy ordered you some new bath toys so I think you’ll enjoy yourself.”
Well, all right then.
Abby flung the small fishing rod out, trying to catch the elusive fishy.
“Come here, Nemo. You’re tonight’s dinner,” she told the little clown fish.
Kent snorted. “Not sure you’re supposed to eat clown fish. Not that there’s much there to eat.”
“Shh, Daddy,” she scolded. “You’re scaring him away.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll try to be quieter,” he told her as he soaped up a sponge and started washing her body. For the most part, she ignored him as she gave up fishing and reached for the bath crayons. She started drawing pictures along the sides of the bath.
“What’s your drawing of, sweet girl?” Daddy asked as he ran the sponge over her nipple. The bud hardened as she gave a shiver and a pulse of awareness ran down to her clit.
“This is you, Daddy.” She pointed out the big stick figure. “And me.” The smaller stick figure. “And our house.”
“Well done,” he praised her.
“Thanks, Daddy. It’s a work in progress.”
“Ah, well, I need you to take a break from creating your masterpiece and roll over onto your hands and knees for me.”
Her heart raced even as she pouted. “Daddy, I can’t stop now. It’s not finished.”
“And you can get back to drawing as soon as I
wash your bottom and pussy.”
“Daddy!” She blushed bright red. “That’s a naughty word.”
“What? Pussy? What else should I call it?” He grinned down at her.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled as she continued to color.
“Little girl, I would think your bottom is sore enough that you wouldn’t want to risk another spanking,” he spoke in a low, warning voice
He’d be right about that. She quickly moved over onto her hands and knees.
“Move your chest lower, spread those legs as wide as you can,” he ordered.
Kent had a large, deep bath which meant she was able to push her legs quite far apart. He didn’t fill it when he was bathing her, so she was able to tip forward easily.
She felt him part her bottom cheeks and she closed her eyes, tensing up.
“Relax, baby. Daddy’s just got to make sure that all of his girl is clean.” A trickle of water dripped down between her bottom cheeks, hitting her puckered hole. Oh hell. That felt so good. He moved his hand down to her pussy, and spreading her lips, ran a finger up and down her slit. When he reached her clit he gave it a few firm flicks. She groaned, her pulse jumping. Then he moved his hand up to her bottom hole. He slid his finger between her cheeks and she gasped.
“Easy, baby girl. Let me in.” He pushed the tip of his finger against her back hole. There was nothing to ease his way so he didn’t press it inside her but it was still enough to make her breath come fast, have her clit throb.
“Good girl,” he murmured to her. “What a pink bottom you have. If you weren’t heading off to a party, I’d be putting a big, fat plug in this naughty hole.”
Part of her was grateful for the party. Another part of her wished they had more time.
“Stay right there,” he ordered. He moved, reaching over into the bathroom cupboards. He drew out a small waterproof vibrator and a tube of lube.
“We do have time for a little play.” He handed over the small, bright blue vibe. “Hold that against your clit while Daddy plays with your back hole.”
Oh hell. She blushed at the idea of using the vibrator to get herself off. But she definitely wasn’t about to say no. So she rested her weight on one hand and grasped hold of the vibrator with the other, pressing it on then holding it against her swollen clit.
Kent spread her bottom cheeks. “Uh-uh, don’t tense up. That’s a girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me.” There was the squirt of cold lube against her hole and then he slowly pressed his finger inside her. “That’s it. Come on, baby. I can hear how close you are. You like something in your bottom, don’t you?”
She really did. She loved the feel of him pushing his finger deep. His movements were slow to begin with then they grew faster. Her breath came in pants, her whole body trembling.
“Give it to me, sweet girl. Let me hear you scream. Come now.”
She threw her head back, her body convulsing as she gave over to her orgasm.
And she gave him what he wanted.
4
Bear and Ellie
“Eek! I can’t believe it’s party time! I’m so excited!”
Bear looked down at his girl indulgently. His fiancée. Christ, how the hell did he get so damn lucky? Even after a year, he still felt like the luckiest fucking guy each night when he closed his eyes and even luckier when he woke the next morning with Ellie tucked in against him.
She’d always been his, since that moment he pulled her out of her car when she’d crashed into that tree. It was just that now she was becoming his in another way. An official way.
And he couldn’t wait.
There was just one cloud looming on the horizon. But he intended that by the time it got to Christmas Eve, their wedding day, that dark cloud would be so far in the distance it was just a dot.
No one was putting a gloom on their special day. If they tried, they’d find out exactly how protective Bear was of his girl.
He turned down the path, headed towards the big house. Ellie skipped alongside him, filled with excess energy. She was dressed in a pink puffer jacket, her hair tamed into two braids. A white hat with a pink pom-pom rested on her head. Her hands were encased in warm gloves and she wore more pink gumboots with daisies on them.
In other words, she looked absolutely fucking adorable.
“Remember, you’re not to leave the house,” he reminded her. “You need to go somewhere for some reason, you text me and I’ll come get you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Bear, I can leave the house on my own. I won’t get lost. I’ve lived here a year now; I know my way around.”
Barely. And she had a habit of wandering off without noticing where she was going then finding herself in a place she didn’t recognize. He’d had to get very firm with her about paying attention to her surroundings. And when she’d had to go into Wishingbone for dress fittings, he’d made certain that Charlie was on Ellie-watch so she didn’t wander off. And usually, Clint, Kent or Jed drove them in and out.
Still, he thought this bore repeating.
“Even so, you might decide to go out for something, I’m just saying you text me first. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy Big Bear.” Then she threw him a salute.
He just gave her a look that told her what he thought of her cheekiness. She hadn’t let him forget that Daisy had called him Mr. Big Bear when she first met him. Daisy was still horrified. Ellie, unfortunately, thought it was hilarious.
He stopped and put down her bag which he’d been carrying over his shoulder. Then he pulled her up into his arms so they were face to face, his arm under her bottom. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. He was always aware of how much bigger he was than her. She was precious to him and he’d never want to harm her.
“I want you to have a fantastic time, baby girl, and I know with what your girls have organized for you that you will. But I also want you to be safe while having that fun. So while you might not have to follow some of your rules tonight, like going to bed on time, all safety rules apply. Understand?”
Her eyes filled with warmth. “Yes. Love you, Bear.”
“Love you too, baby girl.”
“I promise, I’ll be good.”
He snorted. “Don’t go making promises you know you can’t keep.”
She giggled as he tickled her side. “Daddy!”
He set her down with a heavy smack on the bottom.
“Ouch, Daddy!” she said as she rubbed her bottom. He just shook his head, knowing it barely hurt through the layers of clothing she was wearing. He nabbed her bag once more and took a tight hold of her hand.
As they neared the big house, he saw Kent pull up. He sent a wave their way then walked around to the passenger door and lifted Abby out of her car seat. He whispered something to her that made her smile up at him.
Happiness filled Bear. He liked it that his two closest friends had found their women. Charlie and Abby were perfect for Clint and Kent.
Another truck pulled up. Jed. Bear wasn’t as close to him as some of the other guys. Jed kept to himself, but he was a good man and since he’d found Daisy, he was a much happier man.
The two of them finding each other after so many years apart was pretty much a miracle. Ellie insisted that her Aunt Rose had something to do with it. Even though Aunt Rose had been gone a while now, well, Bear wasn’t arguing with her.
Jed helped Daisy out then tucked her in against him, his hand pushed firmly into the back pocket of her jeans. Trust didn’t come easy to Daisy. He thought it was a tribute to Ellie, Charlie and Abby that she’d opened up enough to show them her Little.
He also figured Jed’s unwavering love and attention had a lot to do with it too.
All right, enough with the mushy shit.
He gave Kent and Jed a nod as they grew close. Then he smiled down at Abby first then Daisy. “Ready for a party, girls?”
Abby nodded excitedly while Daisy sent him a small smile.
“Think the question should be, are we?
” Kent said dryly as he wrapped his arm around Abby’s shoulders and directed her towards the house. “Or at least are we ready for the aftermath tomorrow? Gonna have some tired, grumpy girls on our hands.”
“Nothing a hot bottom and a good nap won’t fix,” Jed rumbled.
“Jed!” Daisy protested.
Bear winked down at Ellie, who grinned up at him.
Ellie stared around the room with an open mouth. Four gorgeous beds were made up with teepees over the ends and fairy lights hanging down the sides. The food that covered two tables looked absolutely delicious. Charlie had set up play stations around the room to cater to everyone. It was beautiful and better than she could ever have imagined.
“So? Do you like it?” Charlie asked anxiously. She ran her gaze around the room. “Am I missing something? Is it too much?”
Too much?
Ellie turned to her. “It’s magical.”
Charlie breathed out a deep sigh.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” Abby said, walking around. “It’s amazing. You should have called me to come help you.”
“It didn’t take much time,” Charlie said.
Ellie snorted. “Clint will roast your butt if he hears you lying like that.”
Charlie slammed her hand over Ellie’s mouth and looked over to the other end of the room where the men were all standing, chomping down on Charlie’s cookies. Ellie noticed that Daisy was still standing next to Jed, looking around the room with some surprise and a bit of trepidation. Ellie knew Daisy sometimes felt uncomfortable in social situations. She wasn’t shy exactly, just reserved and happy with her own company. Ellie hoped she’d enjoy tonight. She also hoped the other woman didn’t feel left out because the three of them were so close. Charlie and Abby were Ellie’s bridesmaids. Kent and Clint were standing up for Bear. But she’d tried to still include Daisy in everything.
“Hush, I barely avoided a spanking earlier,” Charlie told her on a whisper.
“I didn’t,” Abby said with a pout. “Got my butt roasted with Kent’s hand and my hairbrush.”
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