On the first day of December, Daddy came home from work. I ran to greet him! I always want to be the first thing Daddy sees when he opens the door. He says he’s never really home until he hugs his little girl.

Sometimes when he’s had a hard day or if I’ve been sending him naughty pictures, he’ll fuck me right then and there! Daddy gets rough on days like that. I like it when Daddy uses me to get rid of his stress. He works too hard! When he cums, his shoulders drop, and anything troubling him melts away. And if I’m being honest, I like it when it hurts.

But today he didn’t fuck me. At least not right away. Daddy was carrying two large bags full of small, colorfully wrapped boxes. And you know what, Daddy didn’t even mention them! He kissed me on the cheek, set them down by the fireplace, and started making dinner.

I wanted to ask. Daddy knew, but always told me good girls are patient. So I was good. Still, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bright wrapping paper. He smiled when he caught me staring. Casually, he mentioned we would put up the tree after dinner. He grinned when I asked him where the tree was.

I hurried through my dinner. Then Daddy made me go shower. He handed me a new pair of thigh-high socks. Brown, embroidered with pine trees. I asked him what else I should wear. I giggled with excitement when he told me nothing else! I ran right up to the shower. I rinsed quickly and turned off the water.

“Did you make yourself all soapy?” He called up.

Hmmph. He knew I hadn’t. I scrubbed all over my body, tittering as I saw Daddy’s freshest bruise on my breast. I pressed, and it ached. If Daddy wasn’t waiting, I would have played with myself.

I walked down the steps and found Daddy had started a fire. In the corner of the room, he had laid down the tree skirt. He had stacked the boxes around. And each one was numbered one through twenty-four. But something was missing.

“Daddy, where’s the tree?” I asked. He looked up from arranging the gifts, saw me in my new socks, and had that scary look when he really wants to fuck me. Well, more so than usual. Daddy says I was made to make him horny.

“The tree just walked down the steps.” I was confused. I looked around, but the only thing there was me!

“Daddy, are you being silly?”

He held out the present with a ‘1’ on it. Eagerly, I snatched it from his hand. It was one of the larger gifts, about the size of a book. I tore the pretty wrapping into pieces in my excitement.

“Christmas lights?” A box full of them. Decorations for the invisible tree. They were battery-operated. I tilted my head and tried to guess Daddy’s meaning.

He took me by the hand and led me to the corner. I was carefully positioned. Daddy can’t help himself. He began to kiss me. Touch me. Pinch me. He had to stop himself as I giggled at how easily distracted he got.

“Hold still, Sweet Pea.” I blushed and squirmed. Daddy had a million nicknames for me, and I loved every one. “You will stand in this spot. Seven to nine, every evening. You will be clean, on time, and only allowed to wear socks.”

And then Daddy draped the lights around my bare body. Twisting around my thighs, arms, and torso. Even my neck and through my hair. And when he was satisfied, he took the tiny battery box and turned it on. They were every color of the rainbow!

And Daddy watched me. He seemed so happy, so I was too! He went to the radio and turned it on. Christmas music played, and I obediently stood in the corner. He read in his chair. Occasionally, he looked up from his book at me, sometimes stroking himself.

Two hours is a long time! I was getting sleepy. I realized he was going to make me do it every single day! Finally, he took my picture and added it to his album. He gathered the lights off my petite body and arranged them in a box.

Daddy took me upstairs. Tonight, he got rough. Must have teased himself really bad! I didn’t even realize I was screaming. He rarely uses the ball gag.

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The next day, Daddy played the same game. I was the tree, and he made me sparkle with the lights. Then he opened the second box. An ornament, a beautiful green ball woven with string. At the end was a metal clip with sharp metal teeth. Then do you know what he did? Daddy clipped it to my nipple!

Oh, how I yelped! I wasn’t ready for it. It was cold, pinching me hard. I wanted to take it off, but I wouldn’t dare move the bauble from where Daddy put it.

And again, Daddy took my picture before removing my decorations and bringing me upstairs.

This time, he was gentle. He rocked me in his lap with his cock up my ass, letting me play with myself in front of the mirror. Daddy whispered lots of sweet words that made me blush. Then he came a lot.

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Day after day, my decorations grew. More ornaments with cruel little metal clips that dug into my sensitive skin. The nipple he picked the first day had begun to swell. Daddy liked sucking on it. He had waited almost two weeks before he adorned my other nipple.

He had picked out many different decorations that reminded him of me. Rabbits and ribbons and bows. One day, he opened a pack of candy canes. He hung them from the lights. Then my ears, which made me giggle. Finally, he put one in my cunt and the other in my ass. He made me lick both during cleanup.

Daddy had stopped pretending to read. He spent more and more time watching me. He would beat off, never touching me during tree time. I had to watch his yummy cock but wasn’t fucked. It was so unfair! The weight of everything was making me shake. Small bruises and cuts peppered my skin from the clamps. And the growing anticipation made me so wet.

It was still a week before Christmas when I politely asked him if I could have a break. Daddy looked upset.

That night, after I was taken upstairs, he spanked my bottom. Then he fucked my ass and told me I was a bad girl. It hurt to sit.

I love being Daddy’s good little girl, but sometimes I really like it when he disciplines me. I cummed hard while crying.

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On Christmas Eve, Daddy hosted a party. He made yummy eggnog and gooey chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven! I thought I had the night off from being a tree, but Daddy placed me in the middle of the room and told me I needed to be good and stay in place. And although I could tell he was in a hurry, he put on every ornament. He opened the last box.

“You are to be my centerpiece tonight. My tree needs no angel on top. My tree is Daddy’s little angel.” I blushed as he took out a small halo, and hanging from the halo was a piece of mistletoe. He lovingly placed it over my hair. I could feel the plant tickling my head, and Daddy gave me a big kiss.

All our friends started arriving. Mommy’s, Daddy’s, and their Littles! Daddy and I had played with most of them before. Some were strangers. It wasn’t long before people were forming small groups and began fucking all around the room!

You would have thought I felt jealous or left out, but I had plenty of attention! It seemed like everyone wanted to kiss me, touch me, tease me. Oh! I felt so wet and needy. And even when he wasn’t playing with other people, Daddy watched people grope me and smiled. Daddy told them hands and lips only. He enjoyed how I squirmed.

“Attention, my friends!” Daddy dinged his glass after one of the other Mommys sucked him off. “I’m so glad you’ve all cum.” There were some groans and giggles. Daddy can be so cheesy. “Now, what’s Christmas without snow on the tree? Little one?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Kneel, it’s time to get flocked. Fellas, gather around. Let’s turn my girl into a special little snow bunny.”

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I had gotten cold, the dripping semen long congealed as the party went into the early morning. White globs, now dry and flaking from my body and hair.

And finally, Daddy came over. “Merry Christmas, Bunny.” He buttfucked his little tree-slut while our guests sipped on hot cocoa and sleepily cuddled.