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Dessie was trying not to laugh but I could hear quiet giggles echoing from the bathroom. “Rude enough to get a spanking? What are the rules here?”

Cheeky brat.

I managed to do better than he had about hiding my laughter and I had it completely under control by the time he’d washed his hands and was peeking his head out of the bathroom. “It’s important to know the rules before breaking them.”

That was definitely an Austin wisdom, so I raised one eyebrow. “I was thinking that we should have some cuddle time this morning, but clearly we need a conversation instead.”

He frowned. “Shoot.”

I had to press my lips together but he saw through me. “Yep, I need a spanking. I was naughty.”

Running across the room excitedly, Dessie threw himself on the end of the bed and scrambled up on all fours. When he was on top of me, grinning and wiggling, his ass poking out again, he gave me a quick peck. “Good morning, Daddy.”

“Good morning, naughty boy.” My response made him giggle but he shook his head.

“No. I’m your good boy. I just had to pee.” He shrugged. “Dessert before bed is hard.”

I reached under him and gave his erection a tug since it was back up and saying hello again. “Yep, it’s hard.”

He thought that was hysterical and buried his face against my shoulder as he laughed. “Daddy…”

But Dessie proved something could be sexy and ridiculous at the same time because even though he was giggling, he started rubbing our cocks together through the sheet I was trapped under. “I’m…I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy.”

Rolling my eyes at the adorably unsubtle hint, I gave his ass a smack. “You should be sorry. Bratty behavior will always get you consequences.”

His moan was definitely because of the spanking, but his ridiculous response made me fight off laughter. “I’ll remember that, Daddy. Thank you.”

Brat.

But he was a needy brat, so I spanked his other cheek to make sure he left the house remembering who he belonged to.

Dessie sucked in a breath and then sighed as he went boneless against me. “I…I need to learn my lesson, Daddy.”

And he clearly needed a spanking before work too.

“Yes, I think that’s important first thing in the morning.” Giving him another rough spank that was harder than his spanking the night before had been, I couldn’t help smiling as he moaned softly and rocked his hips forward. “I’m going to make sure you remember how to be a good boy.”

Dessie’s excited, needy sound made it clear he agreed with my plan even before he’d arched his ass up. “Yes…I…help me remember, Daddy.”

Since we were both in agreement, I brought my hand down again. “I’m going to make sure you can’t forget, baby.”

He whined, rocking again and pushing his dick against mine. “But…I don’t…I don’t have time to be little, Daddy.”

Huh?

Oh, the baby comment.

I gave him another good spank to give myself time to figure out what I was missing, but it didn’t take long to realize he wasn’t just hiding against me, he was nuzzling.

“You don’t have to be little to have special time with Daddy.” Right? Were the two things completely tied together for him?

We hadn’t really had a conversation about when he’d have dessert and when he wouldn’t, but the fact that I was aching was making it easier to push away any reservations that tried to creep in. He needed release and so did I…they just happened to be different kinds.

His shiver said he didn’t mind the idea of being flexible when it came to dessert. “I…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Daddy.”

Dessie nearly moaned out the words as I spanked him mid-sentence, but it seemed like the pain helped push his thought out. “Daddy…”

He moaned out my name so fucking sexily.

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