Page 73 of Santa’s Little Faker
“I need clearer instructions about what to do in this situation.” Yes, this was aDaddy fixes thingssituation. “I won’t be able to stop wiggling without instructions.”
Because if I stopped wiggling, we were going to have a completely separate issue.
He laughed again.
This one was deeper and sounded like he was very pleased with himself, but he also started stroking my chest and down to my tummy. “Clear instructions, huh?”
“Yes.” Because the littles online said it was something that had to be discussed beforehand and I really didn’t think we’d done that.
He’d given me a big bottle of milk and had conveniently forgotten to have me use the bathroom before bed, so part of me thought I knew what we were doing, but this was a clear communication needed topic.
We didn’t surprise people with a full diaper of any sort.
That seemed to be Diaper Etiquette 101.
“Then we’re going to stay right here cuddling until you use the diaper so you know what that feels like.” Shifting a bit, he ended up with his leg draped over my thighs and his hand somehow ended up rubbing right over my bladder. “You have your safewords if you need them, but Daddy says we’re going to experience this together to see how you feel about it.”
Clear instructions didn’t make me less wiggly, but…
“I think I should tell you that my body is very confused about thepossibly being held downpart of this.” It also might like thehaving to go but not goingpart too. That was still kind of confusing but I was starting to understand what some of the littles had been saying online. “So if you were trying to send clear signals, you might want to shift how you’re holding me.”
The current ones were kind of mixed.
Especially when he let out a wicked chuckle.
“I’m enjoying the signals I’m sending, but thank you for letting me know they’re working.” Humming softly, he shifted to nuzzling against me and his hold on me tightened. “Which parts of you like being held down?”
Very grown-up ones.
Hmm.
Two could play this game.
I’d done enough research and this was Bastian…he might’ve hidden the Daddy stuff but he’d been very outspoken about what he liked once we’d gotten that part out of the way.
Turning my head, I hid against his neck and softened my tone just a bit. “Happy parts, Daddy.”
Oh.
I was good.
He groaned and his legs tightened as he rubbed his cock against my side. “Naughty boy.”
Yep.
But I shook my head and whined quietly as I wiggled to remind us both how tightly he was holding me. “I’m your good boy but I need your help, Daddy.”
Ha.
He groaned again.
Squirming just enough to rub my hip against his erection, I whined again and pouted. “My happy place likes snuggles, Daddy.”
This was fun even when I wasn’t technically little…why hadn’t any of the littles mentioned it?
Oh.
Bastian changed the game, pushing up on one elbow and pinning my hands above my head before I could blink. “Let’s see how much my naughty boy likes being helpless.”
