Page 95 of Myths and Shifts

Oh…he was playing the game.

I pouted and gave him my big eyes, but I wiggled on his lap too. Side to side and right over his happy spot. I looked so innocent Daddy’s head cocked and he made a thinking sound. I wanted to try to look more innocent but Lorne had told the librarian that wasn’t a good idea.

Too cute looked naughty too.

They were smart.

“I’m pretty sure I’m still being teased.” Daddy tightened his muscles and sighed. Daddy wanted to get more happy but he was trying to be serious. “I’m so sure, I’ve decided it’s spanking time.”

Had to look sad and sorry.

Little pout.

Sad eyes.

“Really, Daddy?” Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. “A spanking?”

I was so smart.

Gonna get a spanking.

Gonna get a spanking.

Gonna get a spanking.

“Yes.” Daddy shrugged and sighed. “You need to learn not to tease your Daddy.”

Learning was so much fun…but I still had to look pouty and sad. “I want to be a good boy, Daddy.”

Sometimes. So it wasn’t a lie.

His eyebrow raise said I needed to practice more.

“I believe that sometimes you want to be a good boy because it makes Daddy happy.” He huffed and puffed. “Like understanding Daddy doesn’t want to go in the closet.”

“It’s okay.” Cheek kisses for Daddy. “Not everyone likes closet time.”

Everybody else did…so many everybodies that they had a trash can and wipes in the closet. They were all good planners too. Just about naughty things and not about portal things. But that was okay because everyone had different stuff they were good at.

Daddy was good at playing pretend, and portal stuff, and planning everything.

I was good at finding the best mate ever.

The bestest.

“You like playing pretend and kissing and cuddling and laughing first. You can’t do that with closet time or everyone hears.” Daddy didn’t like answering questions. “You don’t rush. You take good care of me.”

His smile peeked out but it was a naughty smile not a happy one.

“I do. I like taking care of you.” Daddy kissed my nose, still looking like a spanking villain in one of Kenzie’s books. “But sometimes that means helping to correct your behavior.”

Correcting meant spanking.

Yay.

But I pouted good and sighed.

Daddy liked sighs.

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