Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
That was good to know, but I didn’t want him to worry.
“I’m pretty sure I mentioned the research I’d done.” Mentioning our slightly roundabout conversation about the diapers had him blushing. “Should I go into more detail about what I read?”
“No.” Sitting up straighter as his cheeks went pink, he shook his head. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Watching him squirm had all kinds of questions running through my head, but I had a feeling I needed to get him in a much different headspace to have that conversation. “Deal.”
He must’ve jumped to the first random thought he came across because words just jumped out of his mouth. “I like spankings for fun. I like mild pain but not for punishments. I like being rewarded too.”
When he paused and swallowed, I realized his brain had finally caught up with his mouth and we’d reached something that made him nervous. After a moment, he let out a breath and charged back in. “I don’t want to be hit in anger or yelled at.”
The very exacting way he said it had me nodding, which seemed to give him another push. “It would end everything for me if we got in that kind of situation. I’m praise focused and I like pleasing a Daddy or Dom. A bit of guilt is a good motivator, but telling me if ‘you don’t do X, I’ll hurt you’ is a deal breaker.”
His fingers jerked against mine and I could see he wasn’t quite with me any longer even though he technically kept speaking. “I honestly admit I just don’t understand it as a person.”
It took me several long moments of silence before I realized he was done. However, it took a few more for him to come back from wherever he’d drifted off to. When his eyes were back on mine and he was starting to look worried, I stroked my fingers over his.
“First, take a deep breath for me.” When he obeyed, I nodded and did my best to make sure he knew I understood. “Good boy. I’m proud of you for articulating what your limits are with that very clearly.”
I’d been trained on the punish a naughty sub mentality, so I knew the logic behind why some couples used corporal-style corrections, but I wasn’t an idiot.
Something had clearly gone terribly wrong at some point.
“I think that’s a perfectly reasonable limit.” Especially for someone who was easily motivated by rewards and junk food.
One internet search had shown me that a sticker chart to earn dessert would work much better for Camden, so none of this was a deal breaker in any way.
“I like giving fun spankings. If it’s a reward for you, I might use it to motivate you to eat something besides oatmeal pies for breakfast.” Cookies, my ass.
He had Oreos in the pantry and nothing that resembled a healthy oatmeal anything.
Camden looked like a cartoon animal who’d gotten caught being naughty, but it wasn’t the time to tease him or to tell him how cute he was when his little side panicked.
“I will not even bring up the idea of physical punishments. You are doing a wonderful job managing your own life, and I think a few well-placed Daddy bribes could help you eat better without it being terribly dramatic.” That got a giggle out of him that brought the tension down again. “If we need to come up with a list of punishments for naughty behavior, then we’ll do something like corner time or no coloring if you’ve been a complete terror.”
“Oh, that would be terrible, Daddy.” Little Camden popped right out and he sighed. “That’s very sad. I’ll be good.”
Yep, spankings were not the way to get him to stop eating cookies for breakfast.
“I know you’re going to try because you like making your Daddy happy.” Tickling his palm, I chuckled as he let out a quiet giggle. “And you do a very good job of making me happy, so I wouldn’t want to change anything about you.”
Except his eating habits.
Really, oatmeal pies for breakfast?
Chapter Eight
Camden
“No, if you want a happy ending, you have to pick out another option for breakfast.” Daddy was so stubborn and he looked very serious…so I pouted again…but just a tiny one because we were technically in the grocery store parking lot.
“But spankings should always end very happy, Daddy.” Something this stressful meant he had to be Daddy.
That was the rules.
“I’ll be very happy if I get to edge you and make you desperate, cutie. That counts.” Oh, he looked almost gleeful.
That was dangerous.
Okay, we had to fix this.
I could fix this.
Anything could be fixed with rules and limits and boundaries and good communication. The internet said so. We needed rules or limits first. Yes, I could fix this so I still got happy time at the end of my spanking.