Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“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.”