Chapter 20
Agent Murphy
“Tingles is hard work too, Daddy.” My boneless, thoroughly orgasmed-out boy yawned and barely lifted his face off the mattress. “I…I was good.”
He was adorable too because it felt like I’d only gotten half his thoughts.
“You were very good.” And loved his spanking as much as I’d hoped he would. “I’m so proud of you.”
His beautiful pink bottom wiggled side to side as he pushed himself up and groaned. “I…I need cuddles.”
“That’s right.” Helping him up enough to turn to the side and curl into my chest, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against me. “Cuddles are important.”
He nodded against my chest, sighing and closing his eyes. “Because I’m special.”
“You’re right.” Kissing his head, I let him sink back into the relaxed headspace he’d found right after his orgasm…and before he’d needed to move to get his cuddles.
Because that was what we did after spankings and he liked following the rules.
But when rules were this much fun, I liked following them too, so I held him and kissed his head as he zoned in and out. When it seemed like he’d been filled up with cuddles, he wiggled his legs and huffed. “I’m stuck, Daddy.”
He was clearly still little too, so I sighed dramatically. “Oh dear. Let’s get that fixed and then we’ll…hmm…there was something I needed to remember.”
Klynn did his best to hide how ridiculous he thought I was and worked up the energy to lift his head and kiss my cheek. It was clear someone had taught him that was the best way for a little to manipulate their Daddy…and he was right. “You’ll remember. I know it. You’re the best Daddy ever.”
And he was the cutest schemer ever.
“Thank you, baby.” That deserved more kisses and a few more thought-filled sound effects before I had my ah-ha moment. “Rewards. You needed more rewards.”
Plural.
I hadn’t missed that part.
“Good boy, Daddy.” His snicker escaped that time and did a happy dance kind of wiggle. “I get lots. What do I get?”
More than he was probably expecting, honestly. “Do you want a dessert reward or a present reward first?”
My question had him going completely still before he popped up, eyes wide. “I got presents?”
Did they not do those here?
Had anyone mentioned holidays or special events where people got presents?
“Like in the books?”
Klynn was a bit too shocked for gifts to be casually normal, so I nodded and tried to figure out how serious I should be taking the situation. “Yes, you have presents like in your books, but you need to pick which one you want first.”
He just blinked at me.
My adorable cutie went completely still and I had to resist poking him to see if he was real.
He had an incredibly patient Daddy, though, and I gave him some processing time to catch up with the conversation. I wasn’t sure if it’d knock him out of little space, but after a few moments, he sucked in a breath and came back to life.
“I get presents?”
Okay, so there was still a glitch in the matrix.
“Yes. Presents first and dessert second.” Because I had both and it looked like he was fixated on stuff first. “Hands up.”
Because a half-naked Klynn was distracting.
He quickly obeyed showing at least something was working but he was still a bit wide-eyed. “Presents?”
Had he thought he was supposed to ask for them and hadn’t actually expected to get anything? Were presents and rewards two different things to him?
“Yes.” Kissing his nose, I decided to just continue on and not question him at the moment and took off his shirt. “Presents.”
When he was naked, I got off the bed. “Wait right here for me.”
“I…” Klynn blinked and looked down at the bed like he just realized where he was. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Simple instructions worked, so I made sure to keep that in mind as I went over to the built-in dresser that was actually one of the nonmagical pieces of furniture. “Practical present first.”
I might not have processed everything, but I’d been smart enough to know that I needed some surprises for him. Between his stubborn behavior and some hints from Wren and Toman, it hadn’t been difficult to guess there was a good chance he was little, so I’d prepared as best I could.
And thankfully Toman’s help with carrying some of my goodies made it a lot easier.
“More?” Klynn’s simple question had me questioning how little he was at the moment. If that was the issue it would explain the way his wording had changed.
“Yes.” I gave him a mischievous grin and waggled my eyebrows making him giggle. “More.”
Opening up the drawer where I’d hidden his presents, I pulled out pajamas first. He’d have fun with them and they’d keep me from admiring his beautiful body. His lean lines and long cock were distracting as fuck and he wasn’t interested in naughty fun at the moment.
“Oh…” Sitting up on all fours as I turned around, he made it painfully hard not to laugh as he remembered his spanking and shifted a bit. A tender bottom wasn’t enough to distract him from his presents, though. “Daddy…jammies…”
“Teddy jammies for a special boy.” I hadn’t been able to figure out any special interests before we’d left, so I’d stuck with generic things I hoped he’d like…and teddy bears seemed to be a universal interest. “Should we try them on?”
Klynn managed a clear nod for me, but he also sat back on his legs and lifted his hands. “Good boy, Daddy.”
“You’re a very good boy.” And one who wanted his presents, so I didn’t dawdle as I brought the teddy jammies over to the bed.
They were a fairly simple short-sleeved pants set with little brown teddy bears over a white background, but Klynn seemed fascinated with the cute pattern. “Teddy, Daddy. Teddy.”
“He’s a happy teddy, isn’t he?” Klynn gave me another nod but was almost vibrating with excitement as I put the T-shirt over his head. “You’re so cute.”
That got a happy, giggly sound from him, and as soon as I had the shirt on him, he pulled the fabric out in front of him to get a better view. “Cute, Daddy.”
“Very cute.” And still very little. “Legs out.”
“Oh.” Klynn quickly unfolded himself, eyes getting even wider. “Mine.”
Mine meant thick training pants that thankfully seemed to please and fit him. “Yes. Yours.”
I hadn’t been sure enough to pick out too many, but I was glad to see that they hadn’t thrown him out of his headspace.
If we’d been working on a more traditionally human schedule, I’d have waited until we’d talked before buying him anything but he wasn’t human and we were taking literally the longest trip I’d ever been on.
So…I’d taken a few chances that seemed to be paying off.
“Undies, Daddy.” Klynn gave a wiggle as he watched me pull the training pants up his legs. “Mine.”
“Yes, my special boy needed special undies.” He was so excited he collapsed back on the bed and made it easy to get the undies and his soft cock into place. “Look at you. So cute.”
“Mine.” Klynn looked down at himself, wiggling side to side. “My undies, Daddy.”
“Yes, your undies and your jammies.” The thick training pants-style underwear weren’t for every little, but I’d guessed right when it came to my boy. “Special boy.”
That got a pleased sound from him, but he was too distracted to react much and just went back to staring in awe as I started putting his jammie pants on. When he was finally dressed, he sat up and studied his clothes before looking up at me. “Daddy.”
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed away frustrating thoughts. “Ready for another present?”
He blinked a few times, gaze bouncing between his jammies and me. “More?”
Was he tracking everything I was saying?
“Yes.” Giving him another kiss, on his forehead that time, I stepped back and kept my expression light. “I have a surprise for my boy.”
“Presents.” Perking up, he gave another wiggle and sat up on his knees. “Please, Daddy.”
So still a lot littler than usual but tracking more?
“Such good manners.” After a quick peck, I went back over to the dresser that had the same IKEA feel, but just designed longer and lower to the ground, and pulled out his first real present.
Wrapping everything hadn’t been practical but doing a few seemed fun and I was glad I’d prepared a few more special types of presents. “You’ve been a very good boy.”
He liked hearing that but he was too engrossed with the idea of a present to remember how much he loved being good and following the rules.
“So special present for a special boy.” Picking out the box that would’ve been too big without packing magic giving me some help, I brought the present I’d wrapped in balloon paper over to the bed. “Here we go.”
Shocked was the only thing I could read on his face as he stared at the brightly colored box with red and yellow balloons floating around on a blue background. He seemed stunned, making me wonder again how they did presents.
Was that just an Earth thing?
Americans went overboard on any kind of shopping, but I’d seen people giving gifts all over my world. The traditions and reasons varied but we seemed to like giving at least small tokens on special occasions.
I’d hoped he’d come back to life as I sat down beside him but that didn’t happen.
So as I put it in his lap, I kissed his head and gave him a small prompt.
“You can rip the paper or open it carefully. Every boy does it different and they’re all okay.
It’s just about being excited and having fun opening it. ”
Had that helped?
“Daddy.”
Maybe?
Okay, hands were moving, so I was counting that as progress.
“Daddy, look.” He didn’t open it but he was talking again and had noticed the balloons, so I was counting that as moving in the right direction. “Balloons.”
“Did the boys in your books like balloons?” I wasn’t sure if he had an opinion or not, so focusing on the characters seemed like the best plan.
He nodded and smiled.
Even better…it meant his mind was coming back online.
“Yes.” His smile quickly faded into something more thoughtful. “No popping.”
Ah.
“Is popping scary?” What was the issue with it?
He shrugged.
“Messy.” His frown grew more exaggerated like he was trying to show me how serious the situation could be. “Scary. Broken.”
So popping was bad because it just led to negative things.
Got it.
“When you get a balloon, we’ll do our best to make sure it won’t pop.” I wasn’t sure I could promise it wouldn’t break, but we could do our best. Klynn wasn’t destructive, so it’d last quite a while.
“Hmm…” He dragged out the thinking sound as he traced one finger around a red balloon. “Wren’s Daddy fix?”
Did thinking of Toman as Wren’s Daddy make it less stressful?
Was this just a little headspace thing?
“Yes, Wren’s Daddy is very good at fixing things. We heard about his bubbles.” Pretending to pout, I gave a long sigh. “I can’t make bubble castles.”
Wren’s need to brag about everything his Daddy could do bordered on ridiculous, but with the oversharing the other littles did, I could understand the competition.
I just wasn’t going to play that game.
I knew I was the best Daddy and didn’t need to prove it to anyone.
“Aww.” Klynn kissed my cheek and gave me a big smile. “Present Daddy.”
So present Daddies were better than bubble Daddies?
“Thank you.” It seemed like the best response and got a happy giggly sound from Klynn. “Are you going to open your present?”
Just getting it seemed to make him happy, but eventually he’d see what was inside, right?
“Hmm?”
Maybe not.
“Pretty.”
That didn’t tell me anything but him getting up from the bed did.
Oh.
The present went on the top of my dresser, positioned like it was one of the treasures on his shelf at his place.
That was…unexpected…but I could see the logic for big Klynn and little Klynn.
“It’s very pretty.” And it was something special to him and related to his little stuff, so it belonged on a shelf. “It looks wonderful there.”
And nothing in it was edible, so it would be fine there for as long as he wanted to look at it.
“Are you ready for dessert?” And for Daddy to re-evaluate the plans for the evening. “I have a treat present for you.”
“Yummy.” Nearly bouncing, he looked around with an adorably greedy look on his face. “Ice cream? Wren.”
“No, it’s not ice cream.” I frowned again and huffed. “I don’t know how to use the freezer.”
That had him snickering and not trying to hide how funny my problems were. “Sad Daddy. Oh dear.”
Brat.
He managed not to laugh as he came over and kissed my cheek, but it was barely being held back. “Treat make better.”
A treat would make it better, huh?
“I think that’s a wonderful plan.” Because I’d brought one of my favorite treats since I had a reason to indulge. “Let’s see if it will make me better.”
“It?” Giving an excited wiggle, he took my hands and gave them a tug that was just about showing me what to do rather than moving me anywhere. “What?”
It was my turn to try not to laugh and I knew I was the one looking like a Disney villain that time based on his adorable whine.
“Hurry.” Getting what he wanted seemed to involve more kisses because I got pecks on both cheeks that time. “Faster. Faster. Boys say faster.”
The boys in his books or the real ones?
“Alright.” Letting him pull me up that time, I chuckled. “Treat present time.”
Going back over to the dresser, I raised one eyebrow. “Close your eyes.”
That got another naughty snicker out of him but he obeyed and even put his hands over his eyes. “Good boy. Big treats.”
He was adorable.
“Hmm…do good boys get big treats?” His logic was impeccable and he knew it based on how confident his nod was as I opened the drawer and pulled out a package of Oreos. “Ready?”
His squeal was the cutest sound I’d ever heard. “Yes. Hurry. Faster. Faster.”
“One. Two. Three.” Setting the package on the top of the dresser, I had to fight not to laugh. “Open your eyes.”
Klynn jumped as his eyes opened but went still as he saw what I’d brought for him. “Ohhh…Oreos, Daddy.”
I wasn’t sure if the way to his heart was through his stomach or through presents, but it looked like either way I was the best Daddy ever.