T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the world

Not a creature was stirring, save one naughty girl

Refusing to sleep, like she had been told

She sat by the window, and shivered with cold

For late was the time Daddy said he’d be back

And she missed him quite keenly, and was feeling his lack

In her nightie and blankets, all swaddled up tight

She vowed to stay up and wait through the night

She knew Daddy had said to sleep and not worry

But that was before the snow had started to flurry

So now she waited, and watched the snow fall

And thought of her Daddy, big, strong, and tall

And these thoughts, they did wander, across many a scene

And soon the naughty girl’s skin had acquired a sheen

Because the thoughts of her Daddy were no longer so nice

And sitting and waiting could no longer suffice

She knew her punishment would only get worse

But she couldn’t help it, her lust was a curse

So she peeled back the blankets and shivered some more

The snow now forgotten, as she reached for the drawer

Usually kept locked and with only one key

Lay open from last night’s fun with Daddy

She pawed through the toys, patience quite thin

She wanted to cum, to feel her head spin

To writhe and to moan, to fuck herself crazy

To pound her pussy until the world goes all hazy

It won’t be the same, she thought, without Daddy here too

But to wait is impossible, so she grabbed her best toy; a dildo of blue

It won’t take that long, she assured herself quickly

As she spread her legs and whimpered, already quite sticky

Her pussy, it clenched; so wet and so tight

As she closed her eyes and imagined the sight

Of her Daddy looming over her, naked and strong

A hand at her neck to tell her she’s wrong

To think she could play when he wasn’t around

And how her slutiness seemed to abound

Whenever he left her alone in the bed

She’d always get mischievous thoughts in her head

Such a naughty girl, she knew he would say

As he looked at her as a hunter at prey

She dreamed all this as she played with her clit

Biting her lip and twisting her tit

Arching and begging the man in her mind

To fill her and fuck her as she started to grind

The palm of her hand against the mound of her sex

Until the sensation of it did nothing but vex

And annoy and torment the girl through and through

So she stopped, and picked up her toy; the dildo of blue

She kissed it, and licked it, again thinking of

Her Daddy astride her, eyes filled with love

As he held her head steady and firm in his palms

And fucked her mouth roughly with no needed qualms

He knows his baby can take it, no matter the strength

And happily swallow his full width and length

Moaning and gagging around the phallic design

She laments the false taste with a pitiful whine

How she longs for her Daddy; his warmth and his voice

Hating the snow for removing that choice

Because her body is craving, it’s demands have been made

Stripping her goodness and leaving the naughty displayed

And display it she did, as she pulled her legs high

And filled her pussy wholly with a satisfied sigh

Now that she’d started, she couldn’t be slow

She pounded her pussy with the backdrop of snow

She screamed and she begged, writhing there on the bed

Calling out sweetly for the man in her head

To come home and fuck her as she fucked herself raw

To plow her and ravage her until the spring thaw

To bend her over and spank her ass bruised

To fill her with cum and leave her thoroughly used

She fucked and fucked herself with nary a care

Heedless of the noises she flung in the air

Her whimpers and pleas, the sounds of her lust

The slick of her pussy, marking each thrust

The creak of her bed, echoed by the walls

All of it danced off the little house halls

Until she threw back her head and her muscles locked tight

And a cry for her Daddy rend through the snow covered night

She clenched and she spasmed, climax strong and unending

All of the pleasures she felt swelling, blending

Until she fell limp with only an occasional shiver

Clumsily pulling her toy out, causing a quiver

Exhaustion then rose in the naughty girl’s mind

Sleep a demand she could no longer decline

So she curled up once more with her blankets so tight

Sending one more thought for Daddy out in the night

But unknown the her, as she started to dream

Daddy was home, and was starting to scheme

He’d been for some time now, since she’d started to play

Standing beyond her room’s open doorway

Listening long as she fucked herself dumb

Staying put even as his own lust had started to thrum

Releasing his cock from his snow dampened slacks

He played along with her, until her collapse

Now sated and warmed, he thought long and hard

About a punishment for the activities he had explicitly barred

But after a while, he gave up his plot

It’s Christmas; not a time for her to know what her actions have wrought

That can come later, he thinks as he stifles a yawn

And he slips in the room with the first light of dawn

Removing his boots and shedding his clothes

He climbs into bed and pulls her in close

Kissing her hair as she leans to his touch

He whispers, “Merry Christmas, baby girl. I love you so much.”