Page 19 of Santa’s Little Faker
Bastian
I was missing something because I wasn’t sure how I’d ended up coloring with Orlando while we watched a movie I was enjoying more than I’d expected. “He needs a spanking.”
My dryly delivered comment got another snicker from Orlando who was thoroughly enjoying his little headspace. “I’m not naughty. Nope. Terrence says spankings are treats. But I don’t need corner time. The naughty car can get corner time.”
Terrence was a menace.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready to meet him or not, but I knew I couldn’t put it off. He had entirely too much influence over Orlando, so the top thing on my to-do list was going to be finding a new little friend for Orlando to play with.
Someone who was a better influence at the very least.
“A lot of subs of all sorts think spankings are treats, but yes, I think corner time would be a better way to correct naughty behavior.” We were ending up having the strangest conversations, but I was the one who’d told him he could ask anything.
He’d taken me up on my word.
We’d talked about everything from what shaped sandwiches littles liked best to our current one about spankings…one that I’daccidentally started…but in my defense, I’d never realized how naughty this silly car was.
“How do subs know if they’re going to like spankings?” Orlando was leaning over his picture, shifting his focus between the cars he was coloring and the movie on TV. I didn’t seem to be terribly interesting, but he admired my ability to answer questions. “They hurt.”
Technically yes.
“They don’t have to big hurt unless that’s what a sub likes.” Explaining that sounded odd, though. “Sometimes a sub or little likes the idea of spankings and likes to be teased, so they only get light spankings that are mostly playing pretend.”
For some reason that made him giggle. “You’re good at playing pretend.”
I was definitely missing something.
“Thank you.” His snickers said I was right, but asking felt wrong and like I was admitting defeat. “Other subs like real spankings because being bent over their Daddy’s or Dom’s lap makes them feel squirmy and good naughty.”
His giggle that time was lighter and less of an evil villain tone. “Good naughty.”
Rolling my eyes got more silly sounds from him, proving he was actually watching me, but I didn’t let it derail me from giving him a reasonable answer. He needed information to make good decisions and he needed to know I would keep my promise. “But their spanks can be light or firmer. It’s not just to hurt them, though. It’s to make them happy by the end because some brains are fun and they think spankings make peopleveryhappy.”
That was a good word for being aroused, right?
“Happy.” His adorably naughty giggles said he knew what I’d meant. “I’d want happy spanks.”
Ask?
Not ask?
Lord. Life had gotten a lot more difficult very quickly.
“Have you ever been happy spanked?” I knew some of what he hadn’t done but I wasn’t sure what he’d left out. The way he’d worded it made it sound like he’d never been spanked, but making assumptions about that might not be a good idea.
Not that it was really any of my business.
“Nope.” Bobbing his head back and forth as the background music of the movie got louder, Orlando didn’t seem nervous about answering. “Terrence said lots of subs like it, so I’m going to try it. I have to find a nice Daddy first. I promised not to do anything I don’t want to.”
He’d learned that lesson well, but I had a feeling someone should’ve given him that lecture a lot earlier. Clearly his birds and the bees lecture had left out some information on consent.
“That’s right.” Reinforcing the lesson seemed like a good idea too. Just in case. “There are a lot of things we might be curious about but we don’t have to do them unless we want to and unless we trust the person we’re with.”
Being pushy didn’t mean they got what they wanted.
“And just because someone else like a Daddy or a Dom wants to do something doesn’t mean you have to do it.” Yes, we were going to keep coming back to that. Orlando was a bit too much of a people pleaser for his own good…or his own safety. “And justbecause we try something once doesn’t mean we have to do it again.”
“Because sometimes we don’t like stuff.” Still wiggling and coloring, Orlando hummed softly with the TV as he wiggled his bottom side to side. “What do you don’t like?”
