Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Yep.
It wasn’t really a question, though, so I waited for him to keep processing. “What do littles do?”
The smart-ass portion of my brain finally escaped.
“Play, eat, and drive their neighbors crazy?” I chuckled and shrugged when Paxton rolled his eyes. “Oh, what are they supposed to do? Well, generally speaking, they relax and play. They let their Daddies take care of them, and they get to recharge by having someone else make the decisions.”
Paxton was thinking again but it wasn’t as deep as it was before. He was wiggling and frowning as he sighed, and he even glared at me a few times. It was definitely progress, and I was glad he hadn’t just marched out the door.
He hadn’t even gotten off my lap, and he wasn’t as worried about offending me as he had been before.
“Are all littles the same?” Paxton’s question was interesting, but I couldn’t tell if it was about himself or just gathering information.
“No.” That wouldn’t be enough for him, so I shifted to a longer answer for the quiz he was giving me. “There are a range of ages that they can find in that headspace. Just around town, I know that some of them are young and are bottles and diapers little and some are older. I’ve heard rumors of fascinating tea parties being held and there’s a playgroup that meets over at the VFW Hall.”
Paxton cocked his head and frowned. “People overshare entirely too much here. You should not know which of your neighbors wear diapers during playtime.”
“I have to agree, but it’s not my place to tell them to stop talking in the diner. It would make the rest of the town sad.” They really didn’t like that Alick’s mate was on the more private side of things and kept telling them to mind their own business or snoop better.
“I don’t think I care about that.” Paxton sighed. “They’re making me be rude.”
That seemed to be unacceptable in his eyes, so I tried to shift things in a different direction. “But at least you know everyone is open-minded.”
It just happened to come with stupid questions and weird misunderstandings.
“What are horse people?” Paxton’s slightly jarring question said I’d been right about him replaying the diner conversation. “Why are they running around in circles and getting orgasms? Don’t they do anything else?”
How I managed to respond with a straight face, I’d never know.
“One form of submission is to role-play that someone is a pony or a puppy. There are probably a lot of other variations but those are the ones that I’ve met in person.” Paxton’s curious glance had me chuckling. “No, that’s not my thing unless it’s something you’re curious about.”
When he shook his head, I kissed his cheek. “Then we won’t worry about that one. But I’m assuming someone in town found an interesting video online and extrapolated out what they thought was happening.”
“Going in circles and orgasming.” Paxton shook his head. “I don’t want to do that. It sounds like a lot of work.”
I agreed…and I thought his response was fascinating.
“But coloring or playing games or watching cartoons aren’t hard work. They’re easy and being little means Daddy has to make breakfast.” That had him going still, but his expression was filled with curiosity that time.
“And the Daddy can’t complain about making all the decisions?” His question gave me a peek into his dating past.
“Nope. It’s literally in the job description.” Paxton was starting to see the good side of being a little, so I kept teasing him with it. “They also can’t complain about making other decisions or about having lots of comfort food for dinner or about how much their littles want to color.”
“Hmm.” Paxton shifted and his hands ended up on my arm that was stretched out over his lap. As he considered the new information, he started gently petting my arm without seeming to realize that he was sending tingly pleasure through me. “What do Daddies get? Littles get attention and food, but why do Daddies do it?”
Another good question.
“I’m going to answer this from my perspective, but in general I think a lot of Daddies would feel the same.” When Paxton nodded, I kept going. “I like being in control. There are a lot of ways I could feed that need, but I like the caretaking aspects of having a sub that’s little. I like how sweet and low stress it is. It’s not a lifestyle that has lots of rules and I like how much of a sub’s personality gets to shine through.”
Still softly stroking my arm with his fingers, Paxton’s brain was very focused on the new information and not on what he was doing. “I can see that. A lot of real-life stuff is stressful and having ways to decompress is important. Everybody needs a hobby.”