Chapter 19
Klynn
“That was…” My mate paused as he practiced engaging the privacy shield around his rooms. “Exhausting.”
Before I could agree, he’d turned and leaned back against the door, frowning dramatically even for a human. “How were the historians more dramatic and exhausting than your government leaders? That’s got to be backward.”
On his planet, it would be.
“I think it is because we have a smaller overall population and there is more consensus about what the leadership needs to manage.” In this case, who could come through the gate and how it would be used.
“The historians do not like having their assumptions questioned and you have made them reevaluate much of what they thought they knew.”
It made them dramatic, which even I could admit was strange to see.
“We did it, though.” Looking pleased, my mate’s eyes sparkled with what I thought was mischief as he pulled me into his arms. “We even got the kids to ask something else besides bathroom questions.”
I wasn’t sure the jokes had been any better.
“Whoever explained knock-knock jokes to them needs to be punished.” Wren. It had to have been Wren. “That will get annoying.”
My mate laughed before his devious expression shifted his features and he pretended to frown. “I think someone else needs a punishment…what should I do about a naughty boy who was cheeky and kept wanting to laugh at everyone?”
Oh.
Me.
That was me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I pretended to shrug and made my eyes wider like the subs in my books would do. “I was very helpful.”
Everything I’d read and seen said I wanted to protest slightly but not too much. My mate was a worrier and I didn’t want to accidentally talk him out of my spanking.
I was going to get a spanking.
“Really?” He raised one eyebrow and leaned his head back against the door. “That’s not how I remember it. You were even wiggling against me and begging for attention before we’d left this morning.”
Was that what I’d been doing?
“I—” I had every intention of doing my best to balance protesting and teasing him, but he slid one hand down to my bottom and gave it a squeeze. That stopped all thinking and I had to work not to rub myself against him.
All my books agreed that would’ve been a dangerous move.
“How do Daddies make impressions on their naughty boys so they want to be better in the future?” His question had an obvious answer but making myself respond was not as simple as it should’ve been. Thankfully, he realized it was not an issue with the game. “Impressions are important, aren’t they?”
I was starting to understand why humans had so many clear nonverbal signals.
I managed to nod and swallowed hard to get my mouth to work at the same time as my brain. “I…yes…it’s…”
Well, they were at least working together part of the time.
Curling into him, I whined and snuggled closer. Making it clear I wasn’t moving away from him had him patting my bottom and kissing my head. “I know you’re trying to be my good boy now, but we’re going to address your behavior first. Then we’ll see what kind of a reward a good boy gets.”
Oh.
A reward.
The tingly kind?
Dessert?
What were my choices?
Did I get more than one?
I liked rewards.
“Daddy…I…” Could I get lots if I was extra good? “I’m…I’m going to be a good boy.”
After he spanked me.
Spanks.
Reward.
Dessert.
Yes.
Nodding, I snuggled closer and rubbed his chest since he would be happier if I gave him good attention. “You’ll see. You’ll see I’ll be good and then I get my rewards.”
Daddy’s chest jerked but he made his thinking sound. “More than one, huh? What kind of rewards do good boys get?”
Lots.
My books said so.
Kenzie said so.
Lorne said so.
Everyone knew it, so Daddy was being silly…and silly Daddy meant happy Daddy…and happy Daddy meant tingles and attention.
Yay.
Oh.
Had to look sad.
I pouted as I straightened and made sure not to look too excited. “The Earth dragons get tingles after spankings, Daddy. It’s the rule. Even the diner men know it.”
Daddy sighed.
The books said that meant I’d won but I needed to keep looking sad until he’d said it out loud or it didn’t count.
Daddy looked.
Daddy cocked his head.
Daddy did a really long Earth person breath.
“I think that’s a reasonable reward as long as you’re a good boy and learn your lesson.” Daddy’s lips pinched together when I nodded and made sure to look very serious. “I thought you’d agree with me.”
Because he was very smart.
“I want to show you I can be a good boy, Daddy.” Cheek kiss time. “And you’re going to be so proud of me, I get lots of rewards.”
That was how it worked.
I didn’t make the rules.
Kenzie did based on a conversation I’d heard him having about an author.
“I’m already proud of you.” Daddy’s smirk said he was thinking something naughty but since it probably wasn’t the good kind of naughty that would lead to tingles, I ignored it.
Lorne had told that to the library boy who was nice and didn’t talk about diner stuff in public.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Another cheek kiss and then snuggles because that was what littles did to talk to their Daddies. “The boys in my books say that spankings are only a little scary…and Kenzie said they’re fun…but he’s…well…he’s Kenzie, Daddy.”
Daddy laughed but he nodded and kissed my head. “He is unique, but you’re my boy and that’s what matters.”
Me.
I mattered.
“I don’t think you’re going to find it scary. I think it’s going to be exciting and you’re going to feel special.” Daddy’s hand started rubbing my bottom and my back again. “It might make your tummy nervous, but I’m just going to help my boy remember how special he is.”
Warm bottom and tingles special.
“Then I’m going to cuddle you and give you kisses and tell you what a good job you did. You’re going to like that.” Daddy was so smart, I nodded and let him start walking us deeper into his room. “And I’m going to like how sweet you’ll be and how cute.”
Daddy was going to like my pink bottom.
And he was going to like giving me tingles.
And making me squirm.
Yep…he was going to like lots about it but he was a Daddy and that was just how they were.
All the books said so and all the littles said so too.
“You’re going to like taking care of me.” Funishments and remember spankings were just him taking care of me…and I was kind of curious. “I’m going to be a good boy, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Daddy gave me another head kiss as he took me into the bedroom. He wanted bed cuddles for our spanking. He was smart. “You’re going to stretch out over my lap and you can hide your face against the bed, and what are you going to remember? Hmm?”
He was so silly.
“My colors, Daddy.” I couldn’t forget them. “You have to remember too.”
That was the rules.
“I’ll remember.” Daddy kissed my head as he bumped me into the bed. “And I’ll remember rewards and cuddles too.”
Because Daddy was smart.
“And you’re going to remember that you’re my special boy and I’ll always take care of you.
” Daddy patted my bottom one more time and turned us around so he could sit down on the bed first. “Sometimes taking care of you is going to mean cuddles and kisses and rewards. Sometimes it’s going to mean spankings and then cuddles and kisses. ”
“And rewards.” I gave him another cheek kiss as he pulled my pants down to my thighs. “I’ll make sure you don’t forget those.”
Good boys got rewards.
That was the rule.
“You have an amazing memory, baby.” Daddy looked like he was thinking something silly but he forgot about being silly when he pushed my undies down. “And an amazing…well…spanking time, baby.”
Yep.
Naughty Daddy.
He was going to need a reward too later.
Daddy was a good boy for using nice words and I was a good boy for being happy. All the boys in the books said Daddies liked that and my happy liked Daddy.
And it was going to like spankings too.
I knew it.
I did.
Yes.
I knew it.
“Up on the bed with me, baby.” Daddy sat back further on the bed before helping me climb up and he was so good he even moaned quiet. “I’m definitely not going to forget your reward.”
Naughty Daddy.
He was so silly he made me giggle.
He liked that but he didn’t get distracted. “Over my lap. That’s right. My good boy.”
Oh.
Being over Daddy’s lap made me want to wiggle…but I got to hide even when my bottom squirmed.
I liked hiding.
Daddy couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to chuckle or be naughty and moan again, but he ran his hand over my bottom and eventually made a thinking sound. “Every time I spank your bottom, I want you to remember that I’m always going to take care of you and that you’re Daddy’s special boy.”
Yes.
I was special because I belonged to Daddy.
Nodding against the bed was easier than finding my words but Daddy made that hard. Big hard. Wow.
Kenzie was so smart.
My book friends were so smart.
Wow.
“Oh, that’s a pretty moan, baby.” Daddy made a soft sound as he spanked me again and sent sparks through me.
It was magic.
Human magic?
I was smart…I knew it was supposed to hurt but it didn’t and it was some kind of special magic…maybe Daddy magic?
The spanks made me achy and sparkly.
The sparks gave me wiggles.
The wiggles made me moan.
My moans gave Daddy happy sounds.
“That’s right. My good boy.” Daddy gave me more spanks on each cheek, making the sparks and wiggles bigger and bigger. “My special boy. Remember how special you are. I’m always going to take care of you, baby.”
Taking care of me was amazing.
“Yes…show me how good it feels when I take care of you, baby.” Daddy made quiet, happy sounds and squeezed my cheeks. “Good boy. That’s right. Rock for me.”
Rocking was…
It was….
I was…
“Yes, show me what a good boy I’ve got.” Daddy gave me one more spank of Daddy magic and sent the tingles flying through me. “Good boy. Yes. My good boy.”
I let Daddy fill me up with all the tingles and exploded when he made me so full I burst.
Boom.
Spankings were hard work.