Chapter 16
Teddy
Nice boys share with their Daddy.
Sharing was nice.
Sharing is caring.
Kisses for Daddy ’cause I was a good boy.
Oh…kisses made Daddy moan.
Teethy kisses made Daddy very happy.
“Fuck.” Daddy made fun sounds, so I nibbled on his nipple again. “That’s.”
Good.
That was good because it made Daddy buck and wiggle.
“Fuck.”
And say naughty words.
“Stop giggling.” Daddy grumbled and moaned again, but then he sighed. “Why is that evil villain giggle so sexy?”
’Cause Daddy’s boy was cute.
“Yes, baby. Again.” Daddy was still bossy but he was sharing. “Yes…that’s so good. Wrap your lips around me. Yes, just like that.”
He was funny but I knew this game. I lay on Daddy and looked up at him like I was sucking on a bottle.
Oh, Daddy liked that.
“Fuck.”
Not yet.
“That giggle.”
Made me look sweet and naughty and Daddy liked that.
He liked it when I flicked my tongue over his nipple too, but sucking on him like he was a binkie made his hips jerk and he squeezed the pillow tight. “God, that’s…”
Sexy.
I was his sexy boy.
Daddy liked sweet and naughty, so I rocked my hips and rubbed our penises together as I sucked on him. It made all his muscles tight and his fingers dug into my pillow like it was playdough.
“That’s…you’re going to make Daddy come, baby.”
Goodie.
Flicking Daddy’s nipple that time got even better sounds but I needed to be nice to both sides. Daddy thought he won when I released him but one big breath and I was back on the other side.
Sharing was caring.
Had to share with both sides.
Matching nipples were happy nipples.
“Fuck.” Daddy bucked again but my lips were tight and I was a good helper. “Play with my other nipple, baby. Rub it with your finger. Yes, flick it. God.”
Daddy was bossy.
But bossy Daddy liked kisses and flicks and nipple fun.
Sweet boy eyes.
Daddy’s innocent boy.
Aim all the love at Daddy.
“Fuck.”
Ha.
I won.
Best kisses ever.
But good winners made Daddies come lots, so I rocked and wiggled and let Daddy get me dirty as I sucked on his nipples.
“I really like kisses.” Daddy deflated and gave up trying to be a good boy. He moved his arms and wrapped me tight, so I stopped playing binkie with Daddy and just snuggled him. “You’re a really good kisser, baby. Those eyes.”
“I liked having a turn, Daddy.” I kissed his cheek and wiggled my hips again to make him groan. “Next time I’ll kiss more places.”
He laughed but he sounded like he’d been running fast. “You may kiss anywhere you want, but that was perfect, and we could do that every time and you’d have a happy Daddy.”
He was so silly.
“I’m going to keep going next time.” I gave his nipples tiny pecks and giggled as he shivered. “I got distracted playing binkie this time.”
Daddy groaned but it was a silly sound. “Playing binkie.”
He liked that game.
He liked the innocent boy game too.
“You’re a good binkie, Daddy.” I gave him cheek kisses and wide eyes and wiggled again. “The binkie game makes you moan just like that, Daddy.”
I was so cute.
“I think it’s time for my little tease to moan.” Daddy’s arms pinned me in place and he grinned when I pouted. “Were you having fun driving me crazy.”
“Yes.” Kiss. Kiss. “And good boys who tell the truth can’t be punished.”
He barked out a laugh and kissed my nose. “Who made that rule?”
“You?” I shrugged. “Someone.”
“I’ll consider that rule, but for the time being I think you need a reward for being so good to your Daddy.” Reaching down, Daddy gave my bottom a pat. “I think I know what would be a fun way to reward you.”
I couldn’t help squeaking and hiding against him, but he didn’t worry. He just snuggled me tight and squeezed one cheek. “I’m going to drape you over my lap, Chipmunk, and you’ll be able to wiggle and hump as I show you how much you’re going to love your spanking.”
Daddy was very sure about that.
The internet was sure too.
My imagination was sure.
My penis thought it was a good idea too, but he wasn’t always very smart.
“What if I don’t like it?” I asked my question since I knew Daddy would like that, but I whispered it since that was easier.
“Then we don’t do it again.” Daddy whispered back like it was a secret. “But I think you’re going to like it.”
I nodded but I squirmed too. “You…you’re going to like it too.”
“That’s right.” Daddy gave me another pat and chuckled when I sucked in a breath like we were in a scary movie. “Silly Chipmunk. That was just a tap.”
“I know.” I shrugged. “My head knew. My air didn’t know.”
“Your penis knew because it jumped and tried to attack me.” Daddy kissed my shoulder as he snickered. He thought he was funny. “It’s vicious. It’ll probably bite me.”
He was silly…not funny.
“They don’t do that, Daddy.” No one would want to play with them if they could bite people “They’re nice.”
Daddy made a thinking sound. “I don’t know. What if it bites me when I put you over my lap? Maybe that’s not a good idea. I like my penis and I don’t want it to get eaten.”
“Ugh.” He was so silly. “They don’t do that.”
I sat up to give him a Daddy frown but he shrugged. “What if it does? It might. I want my penis in one piece.”
“It doesn’t.” Orgasms made Daddy silly…I was going to have to remember that. “I’ll show you.”
Ugh.
Having a Daddy was hard work.
“See?” I flopped down over his lap and wiggled. “It didn’t eat your penis.”
Daddy made a worried sound. “I don’t know. It’s still feeling kind of angry. What if it bites when it gets startled?”
“Then don’t scare him, Daddy.” That wasn’t hard. “He’s just excited to get attention.”
They did that.
They liked attention.
“But what if I do?” He hummed and sighed. “What if I startle you in the bathroom and he attacks?”
“He’s very nice.” He was. He just liked attention. “I’ll show you.”
Ugh.
Daddies were hard work.
Someone should’ve told me.
“How?” Daddy was usually very smart, but he wasn’t smart after he had kissing time. “I can’t just go boo and see what happens.”
Maybe he had a point?
“Spank me.” He was going to have to. It was the only way. He’d be scared of my penis forever if we didn’t. “Then you’ll see.”
“Will you still love me if your penis attacks mine?” Daddy petted my head when I groaned and hid against the bed. “That doesn’t sound like a good enough answer.”
He worried about silly things.
Penis worries were better than a grumpy Daddy, though.
“Yes, I’ll still love you if your penis gets attacked but you have to promise to love me if my penis attacks yours. That’s only fair.” We had to be fair. I got attention. He got attention. We had to be fair. “It’s fair, Daddy.”
“Alright. Yes, that’s fair.” Daddy’s hand stroked lower down my back like he was using me as his thinking toy. Yep. He was playing with my butt. I was Daddy’s fidget toy. “I’m still worried, though. I might need hugs and cuddles if I get attacked.”
Daddy would need a doctor if he got attacked by my penis.
“Lots of attention, Daddy. Promise.” I liked giving him attention but he didn’t have to worry. “You’ll be okay. My penis likes you.”
It liked him a lot.
It always had.
“Thank you.” Daddy leaned over and kissed the back of my head. “I trust you, Chipmunk.”
He needed to trust my penis, not me, I was kind of sneaky.
Oh wow.
Daddy was sneaky too.
His hand came down and made a smacky sound and then heat flashed through me and my penis tried to get attention, but Daddy and me were both too distracted to give him any.
He’d wait.
Wow.
I got another one.
I matched.
That was much better.
“That’s my good boy.” Daddy’s soft voice made me realize I was wiggling and moaning. “So sweet and sexy. That’s right. Hump my lap. It’ll make it all feel even better.”
How did he know it felt good?
How did he know humping would make it feel even better?
“I need…that’s…”
Yes.
“That’s right. My boy needs another spanking. That’s right.”
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Smack.
Flash.
Hump.
Daddy made the best game and the best sounds and the best orgasm.
I went faster and he spanked faster and then boom.
He sent fireworks through me and I chased the fireworks and then I was all done.
“I…”
Yes.
That.
“Try again, Chipmunk. What do you need, hmm?” Daddy was giving me big pets like I was a puppy and it felt really good but my whole body was too heavy to move and that just broke my mouth.
Yep.
It was broken.
Oh well.
All done.
Daddy chuckled. “I think my boy needs a nap.”
That’s what I said.
Yep.
Later.
I was.
He’d.
Later came too soon.
“You moved me.” Aww. “That’s cheating.”
Levi snuggled around me, kissing the back of my neck.
“You put clothes on. That’s cheating too.”
Chuckling, he kissed me again. “I wasn’t going to walk around your house naked just in case, and I wanted to get a washcloth to clean you up. So I put my pants on.”
“That’s tragic, but I understand.” Being dramatic got me more kisses and kept me from having to answer questions, so it was a win-win situation. “I don’t approve, but I understand.”
I approved of not being sticky, though, and of having a giggly Daddy.
“Do you approve of spankings, though?” The snicker he let out when I nodded had me wondering if smothering him would be justifiable homicide. “I’m glad.”
Ugh.
He was going to make me talk.
“You don’t have to worry.” He’d worry and he’d get grumpy and it would be all dramatic. “I knew I’d like it.”
It would definitely be justifiable if he kept giggling.
“Yep, you were so confident about that you hid from it by being little. It makes perfect sense.” Since we both knew why it happened and that it was logical, he gave me another kiss and stopped cheating. “Naps make perfect sense too.”
That definitely made sense.
“Nap with me, Daddy?” He nodded against me, kissing and nuzzling, and it was perfect but something felt weird. “What am I covered with?”
He snorted.
“A fucking towel. You don’t have any blankets. Who the fuck gets to move out without someone giving them decorative blankets? It’s a fucking rite of passage.”
Oh.
“My mother gave me crystals.” His utter silence said a lot. “She said they were more helpful than blankets I’d never use.”
He tried to be polite.
He really did.
His sigh said more than the silence had, though.
“I’m going to buy you a blanket for Christmas.”
Clearly Daddy didn’t agree with her logic.