Page 52 of Who's Your Daddy

“No, we’re not.” That was okay, though. He’d given me time to remember my manners so Leander wouldn’t be frustrated with me. “Do you have anything you want to do?”

Reminding myself I should’ve asked that at the beginning of the orgasm conversation, I was relieved when Daddy shook his head. “No. I just want to spend time with you.”

Good…because I knew what we should do together.

“I would like a slow-building spanking that ends in an orgasm, please.” It sounded perfect. “You can tell me to hump your lap or you can make me come some other way. I’m flexible.”

Daddy snickered. “No, you’re not, but it’s part of what I enjoy about you.”

He was ridiculous.

“I’m very flexible.” I just had certain things that I liked and there was always a right order to do them in. “But everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, so thank you for sharing yours with me.”

And I was polite too.

Daddy rolled his eyes. “You believe that, so thank you for having such good manners.”

He was such a brat sometimes.

“You know, every time I think about introducing you to Leander, you say something that makes me realize it would be a bad idea.” They’d be trouble together.

“You’re adorable.” Daddy kissed my head as we made it to the top of the stairs. “And I think a spanking sounds like fun.”

Yay.

“Slow-building meaning spanks that slowly get more intense and I’m spacing them out?” Daddy asked very good questions and just kept asking them as he led me over to the bed and started taking my clothes off.

When he’d asked a thousand and was feeling very proud of himself for having a thorough limits conversation, he nodded his head and looked very confident. “Thank you for making sure I understand exactly what you need.”

Limits discussions were exhausting but I was hoping this would be ado it well oncekind of thing. “That will always be one of the top options for a relaxing orgasm. But there are other versions, so let me know when we should go over those.”

Daddy cocked his head. “When you get in trouble…there will be a time where you’re going to need to be punished forsomething interesting…you’re going to have to write out five different variations on what the relaxing orgasm scene could look like.”

Ugh.

“That’s…” So boring. “I’d have to write about how to give me a good orgasm without actually getting one?”

Daddy grinned. “Devious, isn’t it?”

Someone needed to remind me to be good…that was definitely going to be Leander’s job.

“Yes.” There were other more exact words for it, though. “I won’t forget it either.”

Looking very proud of himself, Daddy’s grin got wider and sent sparkles through me. “And the beauty of that punishment is that you’re going to have dozens of different types of orgasms, so the chances of us running out any time soon are slim to none.”

I’d done this to myself somehow.

“You pay too much attention to me sometimes.” I was being serious but he looked like he wanted to giggle. “That’s just really dangerous and I feel kind of stupid for not figuring that out sooner.”

“Aww.” Daddy gave me a quick kiss before kneeling down in front of me. “You say the sweetest things. But now it’s time to step out of your pants.”

I’d lost my shoes already somehow, but Daddy helped me stay steady as I stepped out of the last of my clothes. “You’re smart about a lot of things. You always know when something in my house is going to break.”

Daddy sighed. “Somethingelsein your house.”

Yeah.

“We’re going to talk about how to handle all that stuff, though.” Standing up, Daddy kissed my cheek. “One thing at a time, and if it gets hectic, you just come here.”

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