What kind of scene did he want?
He was an adorably cheeky brat when he wanted to be, but he was also a praise junkie who loved being told how good he was.
His squirms said they were both tempting but as he pressed his face tighter against my neck and shivered, he seemed to have made up his mind. “I want to be your good boy and make you happy.”
Since we’d already discussed him being curious about spankings, I knew he wasn’t doing itjustto make me happy. “You’d be my good boy and stretch out over my lap so I could run my hands over you and spank your bottom?”
What kind of limits would he have with that play?
The way he nodded against me was confident enough to push the fantasy further. “Would my good boy let me squeeze his bottom and play with it or should Daddy just give it spanks?”
A squeak wasn’t exactly a verbal response, but it wasn’t a safeword.
“I…I’d let you play with…with me.” Shivering again, Teddy sank deeper into the fantasy. “You…you like my bottom and you’d…you’d want to play with it too.”
“That’s right.” Running my hand over his ass, I made sure he heard how much I wanted him in my voice. “But we both have limits and we go at our own pace.”
His groan that time was filled with frustration and I had to fight the urge to laugh. “You’re going to make me talk about it.”
It sounded like Chipmunk wanted to stomp his foot as he pulled back and frowned at me. “That’s not nice.”
Adorable.
“If you only want kisses, I can be very nice.” Giving him a nudge had him standing up in front of me and crossing his arms. “We’ve had enough conversations about kisses that I can have fun putting my lips all over my boy.”
And I started that game by standing up and giving him a quick peck.
He was doing his best to still be frustrated with me, but part of him clearly wanted to throw himself at me and get more kisses. He was barely holding himself back and I could see his desire for kisses waring with his embarrassment.
Which would win, though?
“You’re cheating.” It seemed like more kisses was winning as he whirled around and started stomping through the house. “I wanted kisses and then you made me want other stuff, but I gotta talk about the other stuff.”
Hmm…so not as big as he’d been before but still curious about spankings?
“You don’t want me to get something wrong and upset you, do you?” Putting it back on that was always a good way to get information from him, even if it was a bit underhanded. “I’d be very sad if I played the wrong game with my boy.”
His huffing-and-puffing-filled drama lasted all the way upstairs, but it quickly faded as we got to his bedroom. Once I had the door closed and my arms open, it shifted to a needier type of drama as he curled into me again. “I don’t want you to be sad.”
Daddy guilt for the win.
“Then when we play the spanking game and you’re very good for Daddy, can I play with your bottom or are there places I need to avoid tickling and kissing?” The question had him squirming against me, so I decided a little distraction was in order. “You know how much I like kissing you.”
That got a tiny giggle from him, so I shifted my hold and started easing his shirt up his chest. “Let me give you kisses.”
He approved of the distraction and straightened enough for me to take off his T-shirt before reaching for mine. “You too, Daddy.”
There was still an adorable mix of big and little showing on his face and in his tone, but his touch was sure as he mirrored mine and took my shirt off. “I like giving kisses too.”
So this wasn’t going to be just focused on him?
I was good either way because there was something incredible about making him come unraveled in my arms and watching him cry out his pleasure, but feeling confident seemed to mean he wanted to explore as well.
“I’m going to love all your kisses.” Stepping out of my shoes, I slowly reached for his pants to give him a second to think. “And I’m going to love kissing you.”
Wherever he would let me.
We’d mostly steered toward mild bathtub fun just associated with cleaning him, so I didn’t want to talk him in or out of anything. But he’d made it very clear he wanted all-over kisses at the very least, so I didn’t make him repeat himself on that one.
