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Little Emmie in the Snow: An Age Play Erotic Box Story

Copyright 2017 Willow Bern

Published by Willow Bern at Smashwords




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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

About the Author



Acknowledgments

For my loving husband Ken Bern.



Warning: The following story is an Age Play Erotic Box Story, with adult themes. This work of fiction is inappropriate for those under 18. All characters are over 18. The story includes age play, fantasy themes, BDSM, kink, sex, anal sex, oral sex, spanking, and adult interaction. All characters are consensual in the events described. Age play involves one or more adults behaving younger than their actual age for fantasy role play.

Chapter One

Stephen rolled over in the warmth of his bed and listened to them bring Emmie in. He could not help but grin. Emmie was singing Christmas carols at full voice; happy and silly as always. He slid out of the warmth of his bed and shrugged on a robe. He waited until the outside door closed and locked. He had sent the Box Company a key code for the front door. The container was wrapped in a big Christmas bow which made him laugh.

She heard him and sang out, “Morning, Daddy.”

“Morning, Baby.” He called back, as he keyed in his code. She grinned wide as soon as the door swung open. She was living sunshine in human form. Her big green innocent eyes sparkled. She threw her arms around him. She was a tiny thing, only five feet tall. She had on a warm nightgown with pink flowers on it and big white fluffy slippers with monster toes. Her baby fine flax hair had been wound around pieces of fabric to set her hair in curls. She had tiny knots all over her pretty head. He lifted her up in a bear hug and she squealed. She squirmed and planted a smacky kiss on his cheek.

“You sure are happy today.”

She tightened her arms around his neck and whispered against his ear, “Snow.”

“Now that isn’t definite, Emmie. There is a chance of snow, but you can’t predict for sure what mother nature will decide to do.” He set her down and kissed her forehead.

“Can I play outside if it does snow though? Will you pull me on the sled?”

He cupped her cheek as she beamed up at him. He was tall and towered over her. “I promise. If you are good, there will be a lot of fun today.”

She wiggled, dancing foot to foot, “I am always good.”

“That.” He grinned, “Is mostly true.” He placed a hand on her back and turned her toward the living room. “And speaking of that.” He gave her shoulder a little squeeze. I have two calls to make before I can make you breakfast.”

She pulled her mouth into a frown, “Work? Today, Daddy?”

He sighed, “I work every day, Baby. It’s a hazard of my job.” She climbed onto the couch and claimed her teddy bear, who was waiting for her there. Stephen tugged a blanket off of the back of the couch and put it over her to keep her warm, “Trolls?”

She nodded. He did not know how many times he had seen Trolls. He knew most of the songs by heart. He left her, snuggled up, and went to get the James Account taken care of. Two calls would not take long.



“Baby, I’m sorry that took so long.” He had taken the time to put on some jeans and a soft flannel shirt after the calls were done. He resented work taking any of his time with Emmie.

She turned guiltily, standing in front of the TV. She had gotten a hold of one of the big thick candy canes he had set aside for special treats for her. He saw the chair pushed next to the entertainment center. She’d had to use it to reach the big candy canes he had put high and out of her reach.

“Emmie!”

She looked guilty. Her little hands gripped the thick striped candy. She had her lips wrapped around the end in a way that could only be described as obscene. She slid the candy from her mouth. The red stripes on the end had melted away and left an incriminating ring of white. Her lips were stained with candy dye. “You took a long time Daddy.” She wet her lips and looked up at him through her lashes. The candy in her hands looked phallic, glistening wet on one end.

“You know better. No sweets without permission.” He frowned at her, “And certainly not before breakfast, Em.”

She dropped her head, looking guilty, “But, Daddy.”

“No buts. You didn’t follow the rules. Put the candy in the trash.”

She held it to her and turned sideways a little, “That will ruin it, Daddy, and I’ve only had a little. And it’s good.” The words rushed out of her.

“Now, Em.” He used his firm voice. She walked over into the kitchen and with reluctance dropped her candy in the trash.

He pointed in front of him to the back of the couch.

She paled, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She put her hands behind her, over her bottom. She had slight curves, and the modesty of her shapes pleased him. Her breasts were so small you could not see them in the loose nightgown. She came toward him slowly, big-eyed.

“Em, don’t stall. You are only going to make this worse for yourself.”

She gave him the saddest face in the world and then turned and leaned over the couch. He reached down and drew her nightgown up. She was a sweet vision with her fluffy slippers and her pale exposed legs. Her bottom was small, and covered in pink panties with two layers of ruffles on them. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and drew them down her slim legs to her knees.

She whimpered, “Please Daddy. I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will be good, Emmie. It’s my job to make sure you are well behaved.” He slid his big hand over the curve of her small bottom, “It’s up to me to teach you the rules. I want you to stay just like this while I go and get something from the bedroom.” He squeezed the side of her pale thigh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He went into the bedroom and gathered a good sized butt plug and some lubricant. He wanted her to remember that it was important to listen.

She had held her place like a good girl. Her tiny body was bent over the back of the couch, exposed and vulnerable to the cool air. He paused just to look at her. He took her in, tiny, his. His dick twitched. There was plenty of time for that later.

He leaned over her and set the plug where she could see it on the cushion next to her.

She gasped, “Daddy, no.”

“Have you been bad?” He slid his hands over the curves of her bottom, the backs of her thighs.


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