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Their Christmas Daddies by Shelly Douglas

Though she is excited that the handsome cowboy who stole her heart and made her his wife has now taken on the role of her firm but loving daddy as well, Sammie Reynolds can’t help being a little jealous of her sister’s recently announced pregnancy. To make things even more difficult, she is supposed to be keeping the fact that her husband is now also her daddy a secret, and he is more than willing to punish her naughty little bottom inside and out to remind her of that fact.

Jessie is delighted that she will soon be a mom and loves it when her rancher daddy strips her bare, bathes her like a little girl, and reminds her that she belongs to him, but she finds herself wishing he would stop treating her like she is too fragile to be taken in hand when she needs it.

With Christmas coming, both couples are looking forward to spending the holiday together, but can the spirit of the season prevail when their family gathering is interrupted in a terrifying way?

Publisher’s Note: Their Christmas Daddies is a novella which features the characters and setting from Her Rancher Daddy. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of Their Christmas Daddies was previously published by another company as part of an anthology titled Mischief Under the Mistletoe.

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Author: Shelly Douglas

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$2.99

Length: 29,700 words


“Have you learned your lesson, yet?” he asked in a deep measured voice, his hands kneading her bare stinging ass.

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again!”

When he finally pulled her into his arms, Sammie stood on her toes so her wet needy pussy could meet the hardness that filled his pants. And she desperately wanted to rub herself on it.

“Don’t you know self-pleasuring is like stealing from me?” he whispered in her ear.

A lone tear ran down her cheek as he lifted her chin with one finger. With wet eyes locking onto his, she barely choked the words out. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, then sit down and let’s finish this bath while the water is still somewhat warm.”

“You want me to sit down with a sore bottom?”

His lips curved up in a wolfish grin.

“Jesus, Pete. Don’t you know how much that’s going to sting?”

As he nodded, his stern glance spoke volumes.

She held her hand out for assistance, and he lowered her into the freestanding, old-fashioned tub. As her tender buttocks touched the surface of the water, she watched him fill a plastic cup with warm water and he raised it over her head.

“Keep your eyes closed, sweetie. I don’t want to take any chances of the soap burning them.”

Yep. You read that correctly. The same man who just spanked her ass until it radiated a shade of scarlet was worried about baby shampoo stinging her eyes.

After saturating her hair with water, he proceeded to fill his hand with the golden liquid soap and gently massaged the suds into her scalp. “Cover your face while I rinse the shampoo out now,” he instructed, passing her a washcloth. The warm water certainly was comforting as he doused her scalp and washed all the shampoo from her light tresses. “There you go, Sammie. You’re all rinsed now.”

Leaning forward, she drew her new plastic fish together and tried once again to catch them with the plastic rod.

“There’s no doubt about it—bath time is always more fun with toys,” Pete said with certainty, soaping up a loofah to lather up her back. With each swirl of suds onto her skin she basked in his gentle touch, but then to her dismay, he helped her to stand and guided Sammie to hold onto the sturdy towel rack. Palming her bare mound before tracing the slit of her pussy with his nimble fingertips, he made sure to cleanse and caress each creamy fold.

“Jesus. I took a bath last night. How dirty could I be?” she sassed, wiggling her backside from side to side. “Come on, I need to get back in the game. I’ve only caught one fish so far.”

“Be still,” he reprimanded with a slap to her wet rump. “Or does my little one need to feel the lick of my new belt across her naughty cheeks?”

Her eyelids instantly lowered. “No, Daddy. I’ll behave.”

“Smart girl. Now bend your knees a bit, so I can clean the inside of your beautiful behind.”

Though Sammie’s eyes rolled to the ceiling and her face burned bright red with embarrassment, she submissively bent her knees and waited for the most humiliating part of her bath.

“That’s it,” he whispered, slowly trailing a finger down the crack of her ass before sliding it deep inside her dark channel. Her buttocks quivered from all his detailed attention, and she let out a low moan of pleasure as he pushed inside her anus, stretching her delicate muscles with each earnest thrust. But she knew bath time was almost over as he removed his finger and lovingly smoothed soap around her tender flesh with the palm of his hand.

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