Page 15 of Screw Me Daddy

We all giggle and begin to suckle down our milk as we find ourselves gently drifting into Littlespace.

Nanny Josephine always knows what we need, and we all know that she thinks a lot of us.

But I’m beginning to wonder how milk and nap time with Reece as my Daddy might look like – and to be honest, I think I might be crushing harder than I have in a long, long time.

Reece showed me with the spanking that he could do the discipline side of being a Daddy. But now I’m hungry to see how he does the other Daddy duties too…

Chapter 6

Reece

The water lapping up against my feet, and the soft sand between my toes, I feel like I could be back in Italy or Spain.

Except, of course, I’m not.

My days of living in Europe are behind me.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t hang out at the beach with my best Daddy friend Trent. And being a surfer, Trent just so happens to know all the best hidden coves and secluded beach spots in the area.

‘Bro, I don’t know how you do it,’ I say, looking around at the well-worn cliffs and ancient rocks that surround us. ‘You’ve brought me to yet another killer beach.’

‘Hey, it’s what I do,’ Trent laughs, handing me a cold bottle of beer. ‘When it comes to soccer tactics, you’re the man. Me? I think I could tell you just about every single beach up and down the west coast.’

‘Yup, we’re certainly different when it comes to our specialist knowledge,’ I say, gladly taking the beer from Trent. ‘But… we’re also the same in other ways.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Trent replies, a knowing look on his face. ‘So… this boy. You think he could be something?’

‘I think he… could be somethingspecial,’ I reply, not even bothering to try and hide my feelings.

We bump bottles and toast to the moment.

‘I can’t remember the last boy you were into like this,’ Trent says, watching as a big wave breaks in the distance. ‘In fact, I don’t think I can remember a single boy who gave youthatlook in your eyes.’

Trent’s got a point.

I’ve been single for most of my adult life.

True, there have been plenty of one night hook ups over the years.

And there was Matteo, a wonderful boy I dated for a few months back when I spent a season of my career playing in Rome. I still think about Matteo sometimes and wonder what he’s up to now – I hope he’s found himself a Forever Daddy, and I hope he understands that with my career, I just couldn’t make that commitment at the time.

Matteo was similar to Xander in that sense that he was a big boy. Matteo might not have been quite as big as Xander, but he was close. Matteo was training to be a professional boxer and had so much power packed into his body it was hard to believe at first that he was a baby boy.

But being with Matteo showed me that Littles come in all different shapes and sizes – and as far as my preferences go, the bigger and more macho the better!

Whatever Matteo’s doing now, I hope he’s happy.

But my real focus is only on one boy, and that’s Xander…

‘You know, he sassed me at the construction site,’ I laugh, rolling my eyes. ‘I had to give him a hand spanking. Anddamn… that boy’s got an ass made for spanking.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Trent says, knowing exactly what I’m talking about. ‘That’s what I like to hear. Hell, I might even need to check out some of these so-called Blue Collar Boys sometime. Only problem is, I don’t have a building project I need working on right now!’

‘Ha!’ I laugh. ‘I don’t think you have to employ them to be their Daddy. That’s awhole other thing…’

Trent and I laugh and watch as a pair of fellow surfers walk past us and make their way into the water.

‘You think you’ll ever quit surfing?’ I say.

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