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I could almost see him trying not to laugh.

I don’t know what to say to that. Anything I’ve come up with sounds wrong. I’m not going to get myself in trouble because he’s curious.

Yeah, I could imagine that would be a problem.

How about just telling me you’re sorry he drove me crazy and that you want to have dinner with me to make it up to me?

There was definitely a grin on his face—I could see it in his reply.

So he’s naughty and I have to apologize?

Yep.

I think that’s very reasonable. Especially because he came after me since you’re too special.

He sent me a picture of a man obviously thinking, head cocked to the side with his finger on his chin. So I waited and after a few seconds, he made me laugh.

Thank you for thinking I’m special, Daddy. I will be glad to say thank you in person too.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t help teasing him back.

I’m not sure that’s what I said but we can work out those details in person.

I was imagining a shiver going through him but I wasn’t sure what direction his thoughts were going until he responded back.

How thorough are you going to be when we work out the details? I want to make sure I’m your good boy.

Was he hinting for a spanking or something else?

I can’t go too easy on you or you’ll think this kind of behavior is acceptable. I have to make sure you know how important I am too.

It was a bit dickish, but he didn’t seem to mind.

You’re very important, Daddy. Don’t worry. I know that and I know you’ll help me remember my place.

Oh, someone was feeling naughty.

Yes, I think that’s a good idea. I’m starting to think I went too easy on you last night.

For as interesting as his little side was and how needy his sub side was, I had a feeling that was not an exaggeration. Dessie had made it clear it’d been a while since he’d found a Dom or Daddy who would play with him like he needed, so I didn’t think it was too much of a stretch to imagine that it’d been a while since he’d been spanked.

But that was something I could handle.

The idea of bending him over my lap and making his ass nice and pretty didn’t give me any problems at all.

You’re making me hard at work, Daddy. That’s not fair.

Laughing might’ve made me an asshole but I did it anyway.

I think that’s fair since you made me hard.

He was also getting other reactions from me, but I was going to ignore those for the time being. Texting about them just wasn’t something I would do and giving them more attention before I could take care of the matter would only make it worse.

Oh Daddy.

The drama in his words made me chuckle.

I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight, baby boy.

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