Page 133 of Giddy Up, Daddy

But that’s not fair to say, so I nod, and tell him I agree with him. Because I do. I’m eating my sandwich when he speaks up again.

“I don’t think I should be in trouble, Daddy….” He hesitates for a moment, then continues. “But I do think I need a spanking. And what’s more I think you need to give me one.”

On the inside I’m cheering, but the way he’s put it gives me pause. I raise my brows.

He reaches across the table, covers my hand with his. “What I mean is, a lot of change has been happening, and life is coming at us fast and all the time. I think we both need to reconnect, and that’s the way I think we’ll best do that.”

Ah. There it is. My smart and sensitive babyboy. He’s not wrong. A slow smile spreads across my face and I squeeze the hand he’s put in mine. “Ah yes, I think you are right, and I think that can definitely be arranged.”

His eyes meet mine, and dance with expectation. That one look reminds me how much I already have to be grateful for.

We quickly finish eating, because there’s no telling how long Amelia will nap, and clear the table. Nate starts loading the dishwasher, and I come up behind him, wrestle the plate from his hands, and kiss his neck. “I’ll take care of this, babyboy. You go. I’ll meet you in the shower in five.”

He spins around in my arms, a huge grin on his face. I’m not at all surprised. Shower sex is his favorite. And though it doesn’t happen very often, shower spankings are mine.

Chapter Fifteen

Nate

Bo sometimes teases me that I’m like a woman with all it takes me to get revved up. I need a lot more foreplay than most men. But those six little words are all the revving up I need.

I’ll meet you in the shower.

I’ve got my shirt off before I’m halfway down the hall and I’m hopping, pulling off my boots as I enter our room. My pants and socks get discarded on the floor, somewhere between the bed and the bathroom door. Only my boxers actually make it all the way into the bathroom still on my body.

I quickly pull them off, and turn on the hot spray. Should I get in? He did say ‘in the shower’, and obeying Daddy is always good, but I almost want to do something special for him. I’m proud of him, he listened to me, and respected me sticking up for myself, not that that’s really a surprise, but the way he handled it just reminded me how much I love him. Would it be so bad if we don’t find a mommy for Amelia any time soon? Her two dads are pretty great.

To show Bo how much I appreciate him, I do turn on the shower and step into it, because obedience is key, but when he enters a few minutes later, I’m waiting for him on my knees.

I hold my breath and fight a grin while I listen to the sounds of him undressing and brushing his teeth. When he pulls back the glass shower door, the sharp intake of breath and wide smile are worth the slight ache in my knees.

“Well, well,” Bo says as the shower door slides closed, “what do we have here?”

“Hi, Daddy.” I smile sheepishly. “I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Oh?” Bo’s wicked grin is something I’ll never get tired of looking at, even when his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “And how are you going to do that?”

“Well…” I smile. “That’s up to you. I’m happy to just kneel here at your feet and admire you if that’s what you prefer.”

“Uh-huh.” Bo pushes his lip out, pulling a face, and nods, rolling his eyes at the same time.

“Or….” I drag the word out. “I guess, if it will help show you how much I appreciate you, I guess I could suck your cock.”

Bo’s smile drops into a greedy sneer. “Get over here, boy and let Daddy fuck your face.”

I scoot forward, still on my knees and Bo grips my chin between his fingers. “I love you, you know that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Not another word is said as Bo strokes his cock, then slowly feeds it in between my lips. He’s thick and hard, ready for me, and I take him in my mouth greedily, as far as I can, until the tip of his cockhead grazes my uvula.

Bo becomes savage, one hand on my shoulders to keep his balance, he thrusts in and out of my waiting mouth, hard and fast. Water from the showerhead streams down my face, mixing with snot and water from my eyes. I love it when he uses me for his pleasure. I like being his fucktoy just as much as I like being his babyboy.

“God,” he grunts, his face scrunching up as he gets close to release. “You’re perfect. I love you, babyboy.”

I hate this part, but his words spur me on, and I suck harder, stroking his cock with my hands while I pump him. His body tenses, his back going rigid and I cup his balls as they draw up in my hands, seconds before his cum fills my mouth.

I’m almost not ready for it, and choke and sputter before I can relax enough to open my throat enough to swallow it.

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