A Little Christmas Wish – MC Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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12

“Where do you think you’re going, Button?” Ink asked as Betsy grabbed a step stool from the storage area. She let out a small cry and let it go.

“I . . . um . . . well, I was . . . um . . .”

“Yes?” he questioned.

She turned to find him standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He raised his eyebrow as he stared down at her.

“Oh, hi, Daddy! I didn’t know you were back.” He’d been helping the twins load the toboggans into his truck. She thought it would take longer than this. “Are the kids okay?”

“The kids are fine. You, on the other hand, are in trouble.”

“Why, Daddy? I wasn’t doing anything.”

“No? What were you planning to do with that step stool?” he asked.

“The step stool . . . the step stool . . . what was I going to do with the step stool?” she muttered.

She knew better than to tell him the truth. Which was that she’d been going to adjust the Christmas decorations at the top of the Christmas tree as she didn’t quite like their placement.

Nope, she definitely knew better than to tell him that because she’d been told, very sternly, that she wasn’t to get up on a step stool and adjust the decorations.

“Are you experiencing some memory loss?” he asked dryly.

“Nope. Not me. I was going to change a light bulb.”

There. That was the perfect explanation. Right?

Hmm . . . if the look on his face was any indication, then it was not the perfect excuse.

“You were going to get up on a step stool to change a light bulb?”

“Um, yep?” she asked.

“Do you think you’re allowed to do that?”

“Um, yep?” she repeated herself.

“Really? When you were forbidden from getting on the step stool to do the Christmas decorations? How is that any different?” he asked.

Well, rats.

There was a flaw in her flawless plan.

“Oops.”

“Oops is right,” he said sternly. He held out his hand to her and she sighed, placing her hand in his.

“But I didn’t actually do it, Daddy,” she complained. “Shouldn’t that count for something?”

“You would have done it if you hadn’t gotten caught. And you’re already in trouble anyway.”

“For what?” she asked.

“Are you forgetting about the night that you went outside on your own, without telling me? When we didn’t know that Leon had been taken care of?”

“That? That was weeks ago!”

“Yes, and this is the first opportunity that I’ve had to punish you.” He unlocked the door to her playroom and led her inside.

“We could just forget about punishment, Daddy,” she said.

“Could we? Hmm. Let me think about that for a moment.” He tapped his finger against his chin as though seriously contemplating doing that. Then he shook his head. “No, I think that goes against the Daddy code.”

Ink locked the door behind them even though she knew the twins and Zippy wouldn’t be back for a while. But Ink understood that she’d find it hard to relax with an unlocked door.

“There’s no such thing as a Daddy code!” she informed him.

“Of course there is.” He moved to the closet and drew out a Christmas outfit. This one was a pair of loose green pants and a red-and-white-striped top. Plus fluffy reindeer slippers.

“Come here,” he said as he sat in the rocking chair. He laid her clothes out on the stool next to him as she reluctantly walked over to stand between his legs.

“The Daddy code states that all Daddies must take good care of their Littles. They must love and cherish them. And punish them when necessary.”

Betsy sniffed in disdain as he stripped her off and put the new clothes on her. Betsy held onto his shoulders as she lifted each foot for him to slip the pants over.

“But, Daddy, rules are made to be broken. Aren’t they?”

“Us Daddies aren’t fond of that saying. And the rules I have for you are not made to be broken. Or you get yourself a hot bottom.”

Betsy let out a big sigh. “I think the Daddy code needs some work. You’re supposed to re-evaluate these things once in a while, Daddy. And it seems outdated.”

“I re-evaluated it just last month,” he told her. “And everything is fine.”

Hmm.

That seemed unlikely.

Ink grasped hold of her hips. “Now, do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Because you like to spank me?”

“No.” He gave her a stern look.

Oops.

“Daddy, did you really just dress me in order to undress me?”

He winked at her. “That’s for later.”

“Daddy!”

“I thought you might like to do some Christmas crafting and I figured that you’d feel more comfortable in these clothes.”

“Christmas crafting?”

“Yes, and I’ve got a surprise for you. So let’s get on with that spanking.”

He drew her pants and panties down over her ass. Then he pulled her over his lap.

“You’re getting spanked because you snuck outside on your own, not knowing whether Leon was around or not. And you were going to climb up on a step stool when you know you’re not supposed to do that. That’s against your safety rules. If you get up on a step stool when you’re alone, you could fall and hurt yourself.”


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