Something that’s been clenched in my chest since last night releases. I breathe in a flood of relief.
“You did ask for it.” I smile. “You asked for it in more ways than one. Still, tempers were running high, and I should have waited until this morning to discipline you to give you enough time to prepare. It won’t happen like that again.”
“B-b-but it will happen again, right?”
“Well, I think we can both agree that things between us haven’t been going very well up to now, and we’re going to have to change the way we deal with each other one way or another. I think it might be a good idea for me to tell you a few things about myself so you have a better understanding of where I’m coming from.”
Elliot shifts in his seat, straightening and looking at me in a way that lets me know that up until this moment, I haven’t come close to having Elliot Gould’s full attention.
“I’m a man who likes taking wayward men into my care and providing them with structure and security that makes it easier for them to make good choices and focus on things that are beneficial to them. In other words, I’m a Daddy.”
His fingers are still pulling at his lips and his eyes are open wide. They’re still glistening, but now they’re coated with a soft sheen of hope instead of simply fear and nerves. I pause to see if he has any questions, and when he’s silent, I continue, “I’m of the opinion that the type of men who benefit from this arrangement flourish when they have someone to take care of them and put clear rules and boundaries in place for them.”
Given what I’ve come to learn about Elliot in the short time I’ve known him, I know there’s less than no chance he won’t find himself on the wrong side of my rules with some regularity. I want him to be fully informed when he considers what I’m proposing. “I also believe that when rules and boundaries aren’t adhered to, physical correction is the best way to improve behavior.”
That’s true, by the way. I believe it right down to my bones. It’s a hill I’ll die on.
At the mention of the word correction, Elliot blinks hard and goes so pink I get up and get him a glass of ice water. He takes it from me and gratefully takes two long sips before setting it down, steadying himself with a slow exhale. I take my seat again. He starts picking at the corner of his placemat, and I realize I’m going to have to spell out what I’m proposing even more clearly to avoid any confusion.
“What I’m suggesting is that I offeryoua set of clear rules and boundaries and help you adhere to them, in the hope it helps you get your life and finances in order.”
“So you’re saying we’d like, do the Daddy thing, or whatever.”
“Elliot,” I say softly, “being a Daddy isn’t something I do. It’s something I am. It’s an intrinsic part of my personality, and even if I wanted to change, I couldn’t.”
That’s true too, by the way.
I have a deep-seated need to be a Daddy. It’s not just a spanking kink or the fact I’m a Daddy Dom sexually. It’s that I don’t know how else to be. I don’t have other options. This is who I am.
A Daddy.
A disciplinarian.
A safe place for my boy.
“And I’d have to call you Daddy?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Everything that happens will be agreed on between us.”
“But you like it. You like being called Daddy, right?”
“Yes, I like it.” That’s understating it slightly. I don’t like it. I love it. It does something for me that’s hard to describe. It feels like a validation of everything I am and want to be. It makes me feel seen. Because of all that, it only works for me when it comes from someone who means it and gives it freely. “But it’s like what you were saying the other day. It’s a title that has to be earned.”
He’s quiet and deep in thought for a while. “So does that mean you’re going to…Um, does that mean you’re going to fuck me?”
What?
“Goodness, no! That would be very inappropriate.”Jesus. Is that what he thinks I’m proposing? “It’s a good question, though, so thank you for asking. It’s important that you feel comfortable asking me absolutely anything, and it will be good for us to have a lot of clarity on all matters, but this in particular.”
“So, wait…Daddiesdon’tfuck their boys?”
“Daddy/boy relationships are often sexual, but they don’t have to be.”
“And in this case, it wouldn’t be?”
“No.”
“Because of my dad?”
