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“First though, you’ll pull your jeans and briefs off and carefully place them on the armchair over there,” Max says. “Then you’ll walk slowly over toward me with your hands behind your back and your dick on display. You’re a good boy deep down, and now you get a chance to show me just how good you are. How does that sound?”
“It sounds good, Daddy,” I say, wasting no time in following my instructions to the letter.
Max watches as I walk slowly but surely toward him, my cheeks red as he sees my exposed strong but slender legs, and the tuft of pubic hair that hovers above my twitching, semi-hard cock.
I feel myself blush, but it’s all good. Max simply smiles at me as I draw closer.
Moments later, and I’m in position, cradled in Max’s arms with my legs up toward my head. I’m strong and flexible, and holding this pose will be a piece of cake for me, especially with my temporary Daddy’s hand applying downward pressure on the back of my calves.
“Daddy, I feel excited,” I say, blushing as if to warn Max that my cock is only going to get harder the longer I’m in this position.
“That’s okay,” Max replies, tracing his fingers over my ass cheeks. “Now let me make you feel all safe before bedtime…”
With that, my Daddy begins to rhythmically land spank after spank on my cheeks, hard but not too hard, just right to keep my mind focused and feeling safe and protected.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, doing my best to be brave.
“Good boy,” Daddy says after each spank is followed by my obedient thanks. He must know that I am able to feel his rock-hard cock pressing up against my back as I lay there. “Do you feel safer now?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I coo, my voice dreamlike and my eyes wide with wonder. “I feel… small… safe…Little.”
“Why don’t we put these legs down and you can snuggle in my lap,” Max suggests. “Close your eyes and have a nap, Little One. I’ll put a blanket over us and we can both relax in front of the fire. No distractions. No social media. Nothing. Just a Daddy and a Little, feeling safe together.”
“I like. Sound goo-goo-good,” I giggle, clearly falling into Littlespace—my first ever time. “Hehe, I say a silly word. Goo-goo-good!”
“My sweet Little One,” Max smiles, wrapping the blanket over us both. “You’re a sweet boy. But now it’s time to close those beautiful eyes and go to sleep.”
And with that, I doze off in no time at all, my breathing turning to soft snores as I drift off to sleep.
I know the real danger is still lurking out there.
There’s no escaping that.
But right now, it’s just me and my Daddy—and given how well this comfort spanking has gone, I know I’m going to be dreaming of ideas for what might come next…
Chapter 10
Max
The cabin is quiet this morning, the only sounds the soft crackle of the dying fire and the faint whistle of wind outside.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table, sipping an espresso I made out of the last remaining coffee beans, the bitter heat grounding me as I watch the first light of dawn creep through the frosted windows.
Billie’s still asleep on the couch, curled up under the blanket I draped over him last night, his face soft and peaceful. His soft snores are barely audible, and there’s a faint smile on his lips, like he’s dreaming of something sweet.
After last night—him asking to call me Daddy, the way he melted into that soft and reassuring spanking, slipping into Littlespace for the first time—I’m seeing him in a new light. He’s not just a pop star brat anymore. He’s a good boy, craving structure, and I’m starting to think I’m the one to give it to him.
Billie B is an icon and true talent, but the real Billie is someone pretty damn special too, I’m sure of it. I’ve dealt with all kinds of high profile individuals across business, politics, and activism—each and every one of them has been a different personunderneath their public veneer. Billie is the same, and I want to do what I can to help him understand that too.
That spanking, the one he asked for, was different from the punishment he got for snooping in my bag. The first was about discipline, curbing his defiance, but last night was about care, making him feel safe. And I think we both knew it was about something else too, our connection growing, both the physical attraction and the mental bonding.
Damn, it was hot.
The way he looked at me, calling me Daddy with those wide, trusting eyes, it hit me hard. I want to be that for him—not just his guard, but his Daddy, guiding him, protecting him, helping the boy find that Little side he’s only starting to explore.
But I have to remember that he’s new to this, and I need to be careful.
Billie’s response to both spankings tells me he’s got the potential to embrace it fully, but potential’s not certainty. I need to give him structure, something to hold onto, especially with the danger I know is out there.
