Page 38 of Wishes and Research

Someone had been researching.

“That’s right.” Kissing his cheek, I decided he was never going to pee if left to his own devices, so I just stepped to his side so I could help. “What else did you learn when you were reading last night?”

“Lots.” Hiding that he’d been researching didn’t seem to have occurred to him because he just kept going as I reached for the button on his pants. “Daddies and Doms can safeword too. See? That came in handy. I’m so smart.”

And so adorable too.

“You are.” Giving him another peck, I tugged down his zipper and opened his pants just enough to fish his cock out. “What else did you learn? I’m glad you were figuring out more questions.”

“I have lots of questions, so I kept looking and looking.” He was looking down at my hand at that point, but it was in a detached way, so I just aimed him toward the tree.

“Pop.” That made him giggle as he started to piss. “Good boy.”

“The internet said Daddies do a lot of stuff for their littles.” He was still studying his dick like he’d never seen himself piss before, but he didn’t safeword or try to take over. “They like control and they like taking care of their littles and they like making decisions. Just like you, Daddy.”

Was he glad I fit the stereotype or was he glad I knew what I was supposed to be doing?

“Yes, just like me.” Ignoring the bits I didn’t quite understand, I shook him off once he finished and tucked him back in his pants. “What else did you read about Daddies?”

“Hmm.” Looking thoughtful and adorable, he shrugged. “They like it when their littles talk and they like playing. They like all the stuff you said, so you weren’t just being nice.”

Had that been something he was worried about?

“Well, sometimes Daddies are nice and do things just because their littles want to, but that’s usually things like having tea parties or eating dino nuggets every night over and over.” My answers got another giggle out of him and I couldn’t resist kissing his nose as he turned around. “But I won’t just be nice about doing grown-up things with you and I won’t just be nice about doing personal things. Do you understand what I mean?”

I wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace for that conversation, so I was glad when he nodded. “Yes, grown-up and personal.”

Telling myself we’d come back to that later, I nodded. “That’s right. Okay, you grab the wipes out of my bag for me. It’s right up front. Do you remember?”

I’d given him a run-through about what was in my pack before we’d left, so I wasn’t surprised when he bounced and nodded. “I remember. Got to wash hands.”

“That’s right.” As I shifted so he could get into the correct pocket, I kept chattering to do my best to keep him in the right headspace. “Hey, you never told the waiter what you wanted to drink.”

And the giggles escaped again.

“Oh, I’m a naughty customer.” He snickered as he finished fishing out the wipes. “Like the naughty men at the diner. Oh, I don’t know what I should have.”

His fabulous impression of one of our disgruntled busybodies made me laugh.

“I shouldn’t have the coffee. You know what that does to me. But your juice is too sweet.” Grown-up Paxton had been pretending not to listen but little Paxton had been hanging on every word and could repeat the conversation without thinking. “Gonna have a rough afternoon either way, so I might as well have both.”

Good grief.

“He wasn’t talking about his poop in the diner, was he?” That must’ve happened before I’d come in because Paxton started laughing and laughing and could barely hand me the wipe so I could clean my hands. “That’s terrible manners.”

What the fuck had he been thinking?

“He was naughty, Daddy, but the food lady frowned and frowned and told him he’d get prune juice if he couldn’t remember his manners.” Paxton thought that was hilariously funny and just telling me what had happened set off the giggles again.

Paxton liked gossiping just as much as the rest of them, but it seemed like little Paxton was the only one who could tell me about what he’d heard.

“She’s going to get mad and punish him if he’s not careful.” Reaching back behind me, I managed to tuck the wipe in a side pocket and took his hand. “Miss Nancy doesn’t like people being naughty in the diner.”

As we started heading back to the trail, Paxton sighed and nodded. “The Kenzie person had to eat soup when he was naughty. He doesn’t like soup.”

Ignoring the ridiculousness of him already knowing that, I nodded. “Yes, he was dramatic in the diner and Miss Nancy said he could only have soup and he doesn’t like soup. He was glad when his punishment was over.”

We’d all been glad when that was over.

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