Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Yep, barely caught him.
As he lifted one leg and started to hop up on my lap, I got a hold of his belt and started unbuckling his pants. “That’s right. You’re going to be my good boy.”
He looked down, slightly confused, before nodding. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy.”
I wasn’t sure what part he was mentally tripping over but he’d made his desire very clear. Confusion did not mean yellow or red. It just meant he didn’t have enough blood in his brain to figure out the plan. But that was what I was there for…for spankings and remembering our to-do list.
No matter how interesting or curious it was.
“You’re going to be very good for me.” Because he wanted a warm bottom and a spanking. “And I remember how you have big emotions and how you want special cuddles afterward.”
As he licked his lips, his brain caught on what seemed to be the important part as I pushed his pants and the cute briefs he was wearing down past his bottom. The fact that he was half-naked didn’t even catch his attention. “You’re special, Daddy. I like special cuddles with you.”
That was a delightful understatement but I had a feeling his use of the word special was to make sure he didn’t say anything that might make me worried.
It was another thing we’d work out later, but for the time being I appreciated that even little he was trying his best to be nice to me.
“I like having special cuddle time with you.” Pulling him down over my lap, I had him stretched out on the couch before he realized what was happening.
“Oh.” He looked around, adorably confused. “Daddy.”
It didn’t seem to be a question but distracting him seemed like a good idea. Giving his beautiful ass a soft caress, I ran my other hand up his back to encourage him to relax into the cushions. “That’s right. When you get your reward, do you want special cuddles after or do you want special cuddles at the same time?”
In my head that was a very logical question, and one I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to based on his kinks and how easily aroused his little side was. But he sucked in a breath like I was amazing. “Really? I could do both?”
“Yes, baby boy.” I’d missed something again.
Eventually I’d figure it out or ask him what fantasy was filling his imagination, but it wasn’t the time. So I shoved it back with the other questions and topics that were piling up. “There are lots of fun things my cute boy can do.”
What was he picturing?
Dessie was entirely too pleased with my answer and had completely forgotten what the point of the scene was. He pressed his face into the couch and giggled, wiggling his bottom and making the most tempting target.
So I reminded him about why his ass was hanging out to begin with.
The first smack got a nice color started, but his reaction made it absolutely perfect. He sucked in a breath as his entire body tensed but then the pleasure seemed to flood through him because he moaned my name as he went boneless. “Daddy…”
“That’s right.” Wrapping one arm firmly around his chest, I brought my other hand down on his bottom again. “Daddy’s right here and he knows what you need.”
Dessie sucked in a shaky breath as he nodded, pressing his face tighter against the cushion. “Daddy.”
Giving him another spank, I pressed him tighter against me so he’d feel the same tight hug I knew he liked for cuddle time. “Daddy’s right here.”
He made several soft squeaks but nothing actually formed into words as I kept up his spanking. I listened for that to change, but the closest he got was moaning something that sounded like good boy. But since that could mean a variety of things to Dessie, I didn’t put too much thought into it.
His definition of good had been influenced by Austin.
So I just kept spanking, making sure to keep it on the lighter side to be able to stretch it out. I knew that’d been the right decision when his breath hitched again and I could hear his big emotions coming out.
Tears.
Reminding myself that they weren’t a bad thing and that he’d already warned me, I finally stopped spanking him and gathered him up in my arms. “Come here. You’re such a good boy. And yes, big emotions, huh?”
A sub who hadn’t been able to release his emotions in appropriate ways or who hadn’t submitted like he needed to would break eventually. I’d read that in a variety of posts, and even Austin had given me a colorfully worded lecture on the subject, so I managed not to react negatively.
But I had to admit that my heart didn’t stop racing until he was clinging to me and snuggling close, tears on his cheeks and his needy cock poking up and begging for attention.