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“Yes.” Being a big helper, I grabbed his hands and tugged so he could sit up. “There you go. Good boy, Daddy.”

He scrunched up his face again and gave me a silly smile. “I’m a good boy, huh?”

Nodding ’cause he was so funny, I helped him stand too. “Yes. You’re funny and you’re a big helper. You even sat up and weren’t dramatic. You’re a good boy too.”

Daddy’s brows pulled together and he got a very thinky face. “I’m not sure that’s the qualifications for being labeled as a good boy.”

He was so cute.

“I’m right, Daddy. I’m a good boy too.” I was a good helper and I got up fast and I didn’t squish him. “I was amazing and I didn’t fall off your lap either.”

Swinging Daddy’s hand, I leaned close. “You can’t tell anyone, but one of the littles in the playroom went out on a date with a new Daddy and when he got his spanking he wiggled too much and fell off the new Daddy’s lap.”

“Oh.” Daddy frowned. “That’s the first thing that they teach you. Hold on tight because subs can be wiggly.”

Who was teaching the Daddies?

Did Austin know there was a class?

Was it a Daddy secret?

“I like learning, Daddy.” Yes. I wanted to go to Daddy school too. “Can I go to Daddy classes?”

Daddy’s eyes went wide and he let out a big breath. “Oh, that’s…I shouldn’t have…”

It was a secret.

“I won’t tell.” I’d be very good. “Let’s go find bubbles and then you can tell me about Daddy school.”

If he went to Daddy school, then he had to have bubbles. They’d tell him how important they were. That was a big thing.

“Yes.” Daddy looked a bit like he had a tummy ache. “Bubbles and then we’ll talk about Daddy school.”

“I like having a plan, Daddy.” He would too once his tummy didn’t hurt. “Does you got a tummy ache? Are you getting cranky because you’re sticky?”

I’d made him sticky and he’d made him sticky.

So Daddy was big sticky.

Daddy looked confused before his smile came back. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. Let’s go find bubbles.”

Yay.

“We’ll hunt for them.” They had to be there somewhere.

“That is a very good plan.” Daddy scrunched up his face again. “We’re going to start in the guest rooms. Those are very well-stocked.”

That meant they had lots of cute stuff.

They had cute soaps in shapes and they had smelly stuff and they had lotions.

“Found it.” Holding up the bubbles, I showed it to Daddy. “We did it.”

And we’d foundtwobig bathtubs, so I could help Daddy get all clean too and we could have our plan. Bath time. Dinner. Daddy school.

Yes.

Daddy dates were amazing.

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