“Cheeky sub. I think that discussion on punishments needs to come sooner rather than later.” I was mostly teasing even though we both knew that would come up shortly. But Joseph groaned dramatically and tucked his face into the area between my chest and my arm.
“Oh, that’s right.” I let my voice go light and teasing. “You’d already thought about being bent over your Daddy’s lap.”
I got another overly dramatic groan as I patted his back. “It’s okay. I’ll take it easy on you the first time.”
If the back of his neck was any indication, his face had to be a fiery red color, but he didn’t deny his curiosity. “If you’re going to be a naughty boy, maybe I don’t need to tell you about watching the boy’s spanking that night or getting to change his diaper.”
“Diaper?” Joseph’s head popped up like a toaster.
He was still blushing but his wide eyes said his color probably should have been a lot paler. “Really?”
I wasn’t sure what he was really asking, but I nodded. “Yes, we talked about it for a while and then they invited me to go back to one of the private rooms. It was decked out like a kid’s room with toys and a table for coloring. There was even a changing table and a small kitchen to make a bottle. I’d never seen anything like it.”
I’d been so naïve. Even at that point, I was almost vanilla. “The Daddy gave him a bottle as we talked and by the time the boy was done it was like the man I’d been speaking to earlier was completely gone. The way he reacted completely changed and he basically ignored me. All he wanted to do was play and have his Daddy right there beside him.”
Joseph settled back down, but it was clear I had his attention now. “After a while, he started to wiggle and gave his Daddy this look and I knew. I was prepared to leave at that point, but the Daddy made it clear that wasn’t necessary and I got to help change the diaper. It wasn’t sexual, but it was very intimate and nothing like what I’d expected in a BDSM scene. I knew at that point it was something I wanted to explore more.”
“It wasn’t…” He was clearly searching for a word but couldn’t seem to decide how to finish it. I thought I understood where he might have been going, so I continued.
“No, it was different but not in a bad way. I liked the caretaking aspect and how sweet they were together.” Something about their relationship had always stuck with me. I’d wanted that level of trust and love, but I knew that a vanilla relationship would never fulfill that need.
“But it was…wet.” I couldn’t tell from his voice what he was thinking, but if I had to guess I’d say that he’d already thought a lot about diapers and just couldn’t move past what he thought someone else might think.
Fantasies were great until you tried to logically figure out how to tell a date that you wanted to wear a diaper.
“Yes, it was. But that wasn’t really what struck me at the time.” I’d always been very matter-of-fact about bodily issues and being a doctor only reinforced that part of me. “It took a lot of trust to let me help him with that. He knew his Daddy would keep him safe, but he was letting me help him and be a part of their world. I was very touched.”
Joseph laid his head back down on me, stroking my side absently with his fingers. “I guess I hadn’t looked at it that way.”
Kissing his head, I waited to see if he would say anything else. When he was silent, I decided to go back to the spanking discussion because that had gotten the best reaction out of him so far. “Something you have been thinking about is that spanking, though.”
He huffed, but after a few seconds he nodded. He wasn’t looking at me, but he also wasn’t trying to crawl under me and hide, so I thought we were doing good. “Was that part of your first fantasies or did that come later?”
He took a long breath, then nodded again. “Yeah, part of the first. One of the videos I’d watched had a scene where the sub had to apologize for doing something naughty. I don’t even remember what it was at this point, but he was all apologetic and sweet, but…but he was hard and the Daddy spanked and teased him for what seemed like ages before he got to come. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.”
“But for you, the fantasy is a Daddy punishing his boy until the boy comes or is it separate from the Daddy boy dynamics?” I wanted to make sure I understood the fantasy and his thoughts before we talked about the individual pieces.
Joseph let out another slow breath and seemed to be doing his best to look like the conversation was no big deal. That wasn’t going to work, though. I didn’t want this to be something easy and casual for him. He was worth more than that.
I ran my hand over his head to cup his chin. Lifting his head, I tried to let him see how important he was to me. “You do not have to fake being calm and nonchalant about this. I know it’s difficult and probably a little bit embarrassing to share your fantasies with someone for the first time.”
His brows pulled together like he was getting ready to protest, so I kissed his forehead and shook my head. “No, I promise I’ll know if you're faking it.”
He cracked a smile and a faint blush spread over his cheeks as I continued. “No matter whether it’s during a conversation or when you’re over my lap, I’m going to know.”
Either way, his body would give him away.
His lips twisted for a split second like he was holding back an overly dramatic reaction before he nodded and smoothed his features out. “Okay.”
“Oh no, I think something a bit more polite and respectful is in order this time. You were trying to hide how you were feeling and I can’t have my boy being naughty like that.”
The blush flared even darker and his head flopped against my chest. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Okay, that was hotter than I’d expected.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice my predicament because he was too busy trying to hide his own. “No squirming. What did I just say about hiding how you were feeling? That means arousal too.”
That earned me another embarrassed groan.
But he didn’t try to deny it, so I thought we were making progress—eventually, we might even finish our discussion.
Chapter 12
Joseph
Wanting a Daddy seemed to mean you had to answer the weird questions.
But making Daddy happy was worth feeling ridiculous.
Maybe if I kept reminding myself that, I’d feel more grown up and less like a kid who’d just heard a dirty joke for the first time. But somehow the conversation had been easier when we were just talking about spankings and punishments. As we kept going, though, his questions had gotten more specific about certain topics…like diapers.
“We don’t have those here, so I don’t know why you’re even asking.” He was just asking because he liked watching me squirm.
“It’s relevant information even if we’re still snowed in.” His answer would have sounded more sincere if he wasn’t trying not to laugh.
“You’re evil.”
“No, I’m a Daddy who likes watching his boy blush. Those are two different things.”
“I think I liked it better when you were pretending I wasn’t blushing.” But somewhere between the conversation about bath time and his ridiculous assertion that there were probably other fantasies I wanted to explore, he’d stopped pretending.