Page 32 of Learning to Change

“Fine.” He probably wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t have to like it.

“You two just see the world differently sometimes.” Dean was shaking his head, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that said he wanted to laugh. “But I would have to agree with the when to give a first spanking decision. Everything I read said that would be the best option for a funishment spanking.”

Oh.

That was a good reminder of something we needed to address before anyone got seriously interested in making my bottom pretty. I didn’t think they’d get upset but it was important so I didn’t get distracted. “I don’t believe in corporal punishments for correcting behavior. My behavior or someone else’s. My bottom is only for happy heat.”

I could quote them the studies on why I was right, but luckily for all of us, they didn’t make me lecture them.

“Never.” Dean’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “If we can’t talk it out, no matter what it is, then we’re idiots.”

Tate chuckled. “Okay, no punishment spankings, but let’s not say we’re idiots if we can’t talk it out. That’s just when we get professional help or figure out a different way to explain what the problem is.”

Interesting.

Dean thought so too because as I turned in Tate’s arms, Dean’s head cocked and he stared thoughtfully at Tate.

Tate laughed, shaking his head at both of us. “Therapists? Counselor? Shrink? If we’ve gotten to the point where something is fucking with our relationship, we find someone to talk about it with. I can’t be the only person whose family does the whole get-counseling-when-you-need-it thing.”

Yes.

“My parents seem to think that communication fixes everything and strangers make them nervous.” I wasn’t sure I agreed with that completely because I didn’t care about strangers. It was the people I had to talk to all the time that drove me crazy.

“Um, my family is still living in like the eighties or something.” Dean shrugged, not really worried about it. “They mean well, but they’re not incredible when it comes to mental health stuff. I have a cousin who went to marriage counseling with his wife and the whole family treated it like they were dying of cancer instead of arguing how to divide up chores.”

That was…interesting? Concerning?

Nothing good at the very least.

“How did you feel about that?” It wasn’t the question I thought I’d be asking after I’d come, but it seemed to be the right one based on the approving sound Tate made.

Dean was quiet and then shrugged. “Um, well I couldn’t figure out why dividing up the chores was so hard, and I’m pretty sure it’s some kind of way of fighting about something without fighting about the real issue?”

He took a breath and paused again. “We’ve never done that and I know you haven’t been my like dates or something, but you’re the closest thing I have to healthy relationships, and I think we’d do better than that.”

So he probably couldn’t figure out why we’d need therapy no matter what got frustrating.

Every time I started thinking that my family might be kind of strange, someone else proved I was wrong.

“I agree. We’re not going to argue about chores or anything silly just to cover up nonsense.” We were all too busy for that, and in my spare time I wanted sex, not stupidity. “But if something is bothering us outside of the haven’t had enough orgasms realm then we’ll find a therapist once we figure out how to explain our relationship.”

I didn’t think anyone would believe us if we were claiming to be friends who were trying to work out a hypothetical situation about sex.

Tate snickered, probably thinking the same thing. “There’s a couple of counselors in the area that are in the kink community. I heard one of the neighbors talking about it.”

They were all so helpful…slightly standoffish, but helpful.

“Then we have a plan and we know what we’re going to do if we run into trouble.” Yes, we were making progress just in an unexpected direction. “And we all understand my bottom is for happy heat and we talk through problems. If anyone needs corrective help, we’ll come up with a good plan to work on modifying their behavior.”

Dean didn’t like being frowned at, so I wasn’t worried about him, and Tate had learned to keep his dirty clothes off the floor, so he was fine too.

Glancing between my slightly distracted Doms, I decided it was time to shift us back to a naughtier discussion. I was glad we could have necessary ones too, but I was ready to help Tate orgasm. “Any questions? I want to make sure we have everyone’s heads clear when Tate decides he’s ready to get his orgasm.”

Tate scoffed. “Because you already had yours.”

“It’s not my fault you’re both so sexy.” Nope. It was Dean’s since he’d been being so sexy and fucking my mouth like he was going to climb inside of me. “And Master Dean was even rubbing your back. I could feel him touching you. I love seeing him touch you.”

Yep, they’d done it to me.

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