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When Allie and Sadie finally returned to the activity room, Michelle looked up from her ornament. After a few hushed giggles and a quick hug, Allie separated from her friend and plopped down on the seat beside Michelle.

Raising an eyebrow, Michelle kept her tone carefully neutral. “That was a very long bathroom break, little girl.”

“Sorry, Shelly. I ran into Sadie, and we got to talking and I lost track of time. She was telling me that there’s this really romantic sleigh ride thing they do at night during the holidays. It takes you all around the Ranch to see the lights and all the trees and stuff. She’s going to reserve us a spot!”

“That sounds wonderful, babygirl.” And it did, even if part of her wished she was spending the evening in the dungeon again, getting worked over by Nick. But he didn’t want her, and the sleigh ride sounded positively lovely. “What time do we need to be ready?”

“Six. And she said to dress really warm, since the sleigh is open.”

“Noted. I know how cold you get, so I should probably make sure your bottom is nice and warm before we leave, too.”

Allie rolled her eyes. “I’m sure a coat and a sweater will be plenty warm enough, Shelly.”

“I don’t know.” Placing a hand on Allie’s thigh, she let her fingers trail over the soft, thin material of her leggings. “I want to make sure my babygirl doesn’t catch a cold. I think it’s best if you’re warm… all over.”

“Shelly, that’s mean!” Allie whined, pressing her legs tightly together.

“Uh uh, naughty girl. You don’t get to deny me access tomypussy. Legs open, now.”

With a soft whimper, Allie obeyed, parting her legs just enough for Michelle to slide her hand up to her covered mound. “Good girl. It’s too bad you were naughty last night, or I’d get you off right here at this table. Right where all your friends and everyone else can watch. Would you like that, babygirl?”

“N-no.”

“Tsk tsk.” Michelle chuckled and pressed her hand more firmly against her girl’s clit. “Liars get their mouths washed out with soap. Tell the truth, baby.”

“Oh, god. Yes.” The quiet response was little more than a hiss and an adorable red blush was creeping into Allie’s cheeks. “I’d like that, a lot, now stop teasing me! You’re being mean!”

Maybe she was, but she was also having too much fun to stop. “Paint your ornament, Allie-girl.”

A hitch of her breath was the only response Allie gave before she picked up her half-finished ornament and her paintbrush. Her hands trembled slightly as she dipped the tip of the brush in some red paint and swiped it over the glass.

“Such a pretty ornament, baby. You’re such a good painter.” The encouraging coo of her voice was meant to humiliate more than placate, and judging by the darkening of Allie’s cheeks, she was hitting her mark.

“Not as good as you.”

Rubbing at the thin layers of fabric protecting Allie’s pussy from her wandering fingers, Michelle hummed softly. “Are you arguing with me, little girl?”

“No, Ma’am!”

“Good. Because if you were arguing with me, I’d have to punish you. And since you’re already in trouble, I’d have to get extra creative.”

“Shelly, please. Please let me come, I swear I won’t be naughty anymore!”

“Oh, but if I did that, then you wouldn’t learn your lesson.”

“I have, I swear I have!”

Taking pity on her, Michelle pulled her hand away and went back to work on her ornament. Beside her, Allie squirmed and huffed her way through the rest of the activity. Poor little girl. Perhaps she’d show her some leniency, after their sleigh ride.

Until then, she had every intention of spending the rest of the day teasing and tormenting her sweet babygirl.

Chapter 13

“Mister Nick, Mister Nick!”

Closing his eyes and biting back a sigh, Nick reached for the little bit of patience he had left. It had been a long fucking day, on top of a sleepless night, and he was ready to go home and put his feet up with a cup of heavily spiked eggnog.

But the excitement in Sadie’s tone forced him to stop and turn around, with what he hoped passed for a smile on his face. “What is it, Sadie?”

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