“You do dress very nicely, Daddy.”
He chuckled in agreement. “I like my style, and I don’t care what others think most of the time. But I shared that with you because I refuse, absolutely refuse to judge a book by its cover.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m really sorry for pushing so hard. I really….” I blew out several breaths as he moved his hand to my back, rubbing away the tension. “I really never act like this.”
“I know you don’t.”
Kingston lowered my pajama bottoms, pushing my boxers to my thighs as he did so. His palm cracked against my upper thighs. Pain could be pleasurable and usually flipped my senses into something blissful but not tonight.No. My head had been mucking up everything.
“Oh, it stings!”
“We are going to turn this naughty little bottom red. Then I’m going to order us something to eat. Tonight we’ll lay on your couch watching movies and snuggling. I’ll sleep over and make you breakfast in the morning.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Do you need something else?”
“Um, it sounds like a lot of caring and pampering.”
“Trust me to take care of you tonight, little prince.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rubbed either side of my butt, his fingers kneading into the soft skin. The gesture meant he had a longer session planned or that he was connecting us more intimately. Several smacks struck my right side followed by softer taps. Kingston continued the pattern until I squirmed against him.
“Settle,” he commanded. “I want you to feel this all night. I’m paying attention. You’re not too much for me.”
Shit. Why had I assumed he wouldn’t lecture? I blew out a breath, letting all of the air escape my lungs.
“My attitude and behavior was my attempt to push you away, Daddy. But you’re still here.”
“That’s right, little prince. Daddy isn’t going to leave simply because you throw a tantrum. We will talk about it. Hopefully you can explain what was in your head so it doesn’t happen again.”
I loved the growly tone falling out between his lips, and the way he referred to himself as Daddy made me tingly in all the right spots. Kingston shifted his focus to my upper thighs. It stung badly, but it wasn’t unbearable. After a while the target became my sit-spots and the lowest curve of my butt. Pushing into his hand earned me a single pinch on my thigh.
“Ow!”
“If you’re fighting me, we aren’t getting to the heart of the matter.”
The heart of the matter? Oh, he had no idea how quickly his handling of me was getting to the bottom of my issues. I had to stop the nonsense or risk messing up our entire relationship. Yet, I wasn’t entirely sure how to voice it all without sounding like a sniveling sack of emotions.
“I’m not ready to talk about it, Daddy.”
“Then Daddy hasn’t made you sore enough yet.”
King started spanking again, harder than he had before. The intensity left me sniffling until tears slipped down my cheeks. It was awful.
“When I’m through with your adjustment, I hope you remember how much you mean to me, Reed.”
I kept quiet other than occasional sniffles and whimpers. Kingston finished the onslaught with a smattering of harsh taps to my sit-spots, knowing I’d feel the memory of his hand there all night. Finally he tugged my boxers into place at my waistand repeated the motion with my pajama bottoms. He made no move to shift me off of him.
“You’re being such a good boy for Daddy now,” he said, rubbing my back.
“I don’t think I’m much of a good anything,” I retorted, half mumbling into his thighs. Tugging me into a sitting position, he turned me around so I could see his face.
“I’ve never shown anyone this side of me, Daddy. Not even you. But you sort of guessed that I might have a Little.”
Kingston cupped my face and kissed my lips once.
