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He was trying to be subtle but the laugher and grins weren’t helping. Tate was a very good Master, or something, and made a thinking sound as he pretended to consider what Joel was saying. “I guess my reward could be a special Master Tate kind of reward, but only if you think that’s fair.”

So giving him an out or just teasing him?

Both?

“Oh…” Joel pretended to think about it and shrugged after a few seconds of exaggerated frowning. “Yes. Tate gets a reward. Oh well.”

So subtle.

Tate was nearly snickering but he managed to hold it back as he nodded. “Thank you for being so understanding. I just hope you understand when I tell you that I think I want my reward to be spanking your bottom.”

Good grief.

“Oh well.” Joel shrugged again and managed to stop giggling long enough to deliver his lines. “Promised.”

So clearly, there was nothing he could do about it.

Somehow the scene or whatever we were calling little time had gotten completely out of hand, but they were both beyond excited with the way it’d gone. I was slightly confused. Not because Joel had managed to talk his way into a spanking…no, he’d been frustrated enough today and had wanted it long enough that the spanking itself made a lot of practical sense.

But he was still little.

Was that a thing?

I had a feeling I’d stuck to the more vanilla side of the Daddy and boy internet because the explanations I’d found online hadn’t included spanking playtime.

Fuck.

I was going to have to talk to the neighbors if my fascinating partners kept trying to expand the definition of age play.

Chapter 26

Tate

Dean’s eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider, but Joel was going all in on the spanking plan. He was wiggling his bottom and squeezing my dick like he thought that would help seal the deal. It had. But not in the let’s overwhelm the Dom so he makes bad decisions way I thought Joel had been going for.

No, I could still make good decisions no matter what he was doing to my erection, but it had let me know that little Joel had a naughty streak he was looking to indulge.

That was what I’d wanted to make sure we were on the same page with. Dean was slowly getting there if the way his gaze was bouncing back and forth was saying anything, but Joel didn’t always realize the signals he was sending.

But it seemed like we were all on the same page for the current signals.

Even Daddy Dean seemed to be clear on what we were doing even if he didn’t seem like he understood how we’d gotten there.

I kept expecting him to ask questions or try to slow things down. Him safewording wasn’t high on my what-might-happen list, but I had a feeling that we were inching out of his comfort zone. But from what we’d talked about and how he’d interacted with little Joel, I had a feeling it was about surprise, not fear.

Or disgust…because his erection was obvious.

Joel waving his bottom around could’ve done that, but a hard dick was a fairly good barometer for Dean’s comfort level. Mine…not so much. My cock wasn’t very bright and we didn’t always agree on stuff, but Dean and his erection were usually in sync.

“Promises to your Master are very important.” Freakouts beat promises, but with silence from Dean and excited giggles from Joel, it seemed like we could proceed. “And I was promised a reward.”

Joel could barely get words out around his snickers and laughter. “My bottom.”

Oh, Dean rolled his eyes.

Perfect.

That was the signal I’d been looking for, so I nodded at Joel. “That’s right, but I think we can consider it as my bottom since it belongs to me now.”

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