This was my contribution to Winter Spanks, a wonderful blog hop brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews & The Spankings Blog!
Welcome to my contribution to Winter Spanks! Many thanks to the wonderful organizers of this hop for their incredible hard work on such an enormous undertaking! I'm offering a copy of EXPLORATIONS: A Companion to the Series, Volume 1 to a random commenter who answers the question at the end of the little story.
I want to share a miniature parergon (sidework) to Caroline's Rocking Horse, the ageplay story that just came out from Blushing Books. The book is in part about winter holiday wishes: as an English professor who believes very strongly in the power of the imagination to help us live our dreams and fantasies, Caroline Dawkins has a great many things to say about the meaning of winter. Specifically, she has a lot to say about what it means to her as a grown-up who likes to pretend to be a little girl, and who gets spanked by her Daddy--that is, her husband George Lane.
"Caroline," George said, rubbing my shoulder gently to rouse me from my slumber, "little Caroline. . . wake up, sweetie." I could tell from the warmth of his voice that he had something nice to tell me, and so I smiled, with my eyes still closed. George rewarded me with a soft, chaste kiss that tasted of coffee.
I opened my eyes, and looked into his handsome face, already shaved and ready for the office.
"Good morning, Daddy," I said, trying to make my voice as loving as his had been.
George stroked my cheek. I saw him cast his eyes down to my demure white nightgown with the lace trim, and I smiled even wider when I realized that I could read his mind, and that what he really wanted to do was climb back into bed, turn me on my side, raise the nightgown, and spend a long time doing the Daddy things that he likes to do with his little girl--the ones that I'm not supposed to like, since I'm a very modest girl, but I can't help enjoying anyway.
His eyes returned to mine, and I watched the corner of his mouth turn up to let me know that he knew that I knew that he would much rather be making me make very grown-up sounds while he had his paternal way with me than heading into the office.
"It snowed last night," he said.
"Really?!" I said. "Can't you stay home?"
"No, sweetheart, but I'll try to get away early. Have fun in the snow--just please make sure you don't get your socks wet when you're playing."
I looked at him in complete confusion. "I'll try to stay nice and warm, but how could I possibly keep them completely dry?"
"I don't know, young lady, but I can assure you that if I find a single wet sock, someone's going to get a spanking tonight." His eyes twinkled.
"Oh, Daddy!" I said. "That's not fair!" I pouted theatrically, thinking about where I would leave the wet sock, after I was done shoveling the walk, throwing snowballs at trees, and making lovely, perfect, grown-up snow-angels.
Question: where do you think Caroline left the wet sock, and what do you think George did when he found it?