EXTRACT FOR
A Naughty Little Christmas
(Kelly Dawson)

"Please Daddy?" 

	Clay Lewis shook his head again. No way was he dressing up as Santa. It was a blazing hot New Zealand December, making it unlikely that hell would freeze over any time soon. But that's what it would take before he donned the Santa suit, no matter how much Bianca begged and pleaded.

	"Please? You'll be so good at it!"

	"No." Clay's voice was firm. He looked down at his baby girl sternly, silently hoping that would be the end of it. She pouted cutely, but he steeled himself against her cuteness. She was so sweet when she pouted, and she knew it, too! She knew exactly the devastating affect her pouty lips had on him, and how hard he found her to resist when she widened her big, blue eyes like that and looked at him so sadly. He forced back a smile as he felt himself weakening to her wiles.

	Pushing her bottom lip out further, Bianca stomped her foot. "No fair!" she grumbled, frowning. "You're mean."

	She was so cute when she did that. Naughty, but cute. She was so tiny, she barely came up to his chest, and her childish protest made him want to wrap her up in his arms and give her whatever her heart desired. The smile he was fighting back crept onto his face just a little bit, but he held it in check and forced himself to growl at her. He cupped her chin in his hand and stared down into her cheeky face. "Naughty little girls who stomp their feet and throw tantrums get their bare bottoms spanked, don't they princess?" he scolded sternly. "Is that what you want? A spanking?" 

	"No, I want you to be Santa in the stables, so we can give everyone Christmas presents!' she said slowly, speaking as though she thought he was a bit thick.

	"We already give the staff Christmas presents," he pointed out. "You know that."

	"Yes, but this will be fun!"

	"I said no."

	Instantly, her pout faded and she started to smile. She was clearly changing tack. Once Bianca had made up her mind to get something, there were very few times he was able to resist her. He mentally steeled himself, but he knew that before too long, he would be agreeing to his wife's request. 

	Bianca reached out to touch him. "But you'll be so good at it!" she insisted, leaning into him. She pressed her pelvis against his. Reaching around behind him, she cupped his backside in her hand and squeezed through his jeans, sending a bolt of heat straight to his crotch. 

	"And you'll look so sexy in a Santa suit. Imagine, tight red velvety pants stretched across this gorgeous ass ..." her fingers stroked, rubbed and squeezed his butt, and she pushed her hips up against him, grinding her body into his, teasing him, and he felt himself growing hard at her touch. He looked down at her ??" she was smiling slyly. She could obviously see his hard-on through his pants. The little minx, she really did need a spanking!

	She tiptoed, leaning in close to him, her lips so close to his he could feel her breath on his mouth. Her eyes sparkled with laughter. Gently, she touched her finger to his lips, trailed it over his cheek, down his jaw. His nerve endings were on fire. It took all his self-control not to lean down and kiss her, to claim her mouth, to remind her who she belonged to. Instead, he sucked in a breath and bit the inside of his lip, forcing away all thoughts of succumbing to her wiles.

	She tugged gently at his stubbly goatee. "And this," she whispered, her voice husky, barely audible. "Imagine how sexy this is going to look framed by a great big white fluffy beard!" She drew back slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes not once leaving his. She licked her lips. "Imagine me kissing your mouth, being tickled by the beard." She paused, one eyebrow raised, as she determinedly held his gaze. "You'll be the sexiest Santa ever! Say you'll do it daddy! Please?"

	Still, he shook his head. "How many times have I said no?"

	"But it would be fun," Bianca protested, but the laughter had gone out of her voice now. Now, she just sounded sad. "It would take my mind off An ... everything."

	Annie. Of course! His gorgeous wife always thought of her beautiful sister at holidays, and while the fond memories were mostly happy ones, they were always mixed with tears. Bianca and her sister had shared an incredible bond, and always, Christmas and birthdays were tinged with sadness. A pang of guilt shot him in the heart. Hadn't he promised Annie on her deathbed he would always look after Bianca? That he would do everything he could to make her happy? How could he say no to this stupid Santa thing now, if it clearly meant so much to her?

	"Okay baby girl, you win. I'll do it. But only if you're my naughty elf. And I get to choose your outfit." He winked, but she was too excited to notice the mischief in his eyes as he pictured her in a skimpy elf costume, over Santa's knee, getting spanked.

	 She let out a squeal and threw her arms around his neck, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, clinging on tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she squealed, breathlessly, the words gushing out of her quick and fast, all in one breath. "It's going to be so much fun!"

	Silently, Clay doubted that, but he kept his opinion to himself. Instead he just smiled, extricated himself from Bianca's strangling hold around his neck, kissed her forehead, and placed her gently on the floor. 

	"You know what happens to naughty little elves, don't you?" he asked, grinning. 

	"What?" Bianca asked, feigning innocence.

	"They go over Santa's knee and get their bottoms smacked." Bending down, he kissed her nose, then reached around behind her and swatted her backside playfully. It wasn't a hard swat, but it made her yelp, before she laughed.

	"Getting a spanking will be worth it if I get to see you in a Santa outfit."

	Clay flexed his hand menacingly. "Don't count on it, brat," he growled.