Chapter 11

Tyson

His response was so cute I wanted to laugh, but since the point was to give him a spanking and an orgasm, I didn't think starting with that was the best plan. "Well, encouraging Austin to bug me since you were important wasn't the right place to start, but I was actually talking about your internet activity."

Dessie went very still and he even stopped grinding his dick against my torso. "Um…I…Learning is important, Daddy."

Oh, good response.

"Hmm, are all online searches good things?" It was definitely a trick question and kept his mind occupied until I'd carried him into the house.

As I set him down on the kitchen counter, he nibbled on his lower lip and then decided looking adorably innocent was the best way to go. "I was thinking about you, Daddy, but you weren't there."

He'd learned from the best, but he wasn't trying very hard to avoid a punishment.

"That's a very good point." Inching back just enough to make sure I could see his body and his reactions, I cocked my head and frowned. "But should you be looking up things online about Daddy or asking Daddy your questions?"

He took just a bit too long to answer that question. "But nosy questions aren't polite and…and some of my questions were silly."

Giving him a half shrug, I sighed. "Austin made it very clear that there are no silly questions between Daddies and their littles. Should I tell him you said he's wrong?"

His manipulatively wide eyes went cartoon-sized. "Daddy."

Dessie's shocked tone said that was something I was going to have to keep in my back pocket for when absolutely necessary. We weren't at that point yet, so I gave him a confused expression. "So you're saying there aren't any silly questions?"

His brain couldn't figure out how to answer the question quickly enough, so he just started rambling. "All questions are good. Yes, they're important. I forgot. I won't forget again. Even if I'm worried."

Since that was something I could completely agree with, I shifted my hands from the counter to his thighs and started slowly massaging them. "I'm glad we can both agree on that. It doesn't matter if you're trying to figure out what I do for a living or who I've dated, they're all very reasonable questions to ask me."

Mind. Blown.

His mouth dropped open and he looked like I'd grown a second head. "Daddy."

Austin had severely underestimated how adorable Dessie was when he'd first told me about my cutie.

"That's right. I'm sure you're very shocked now that you've realized you were naughty. You didn't even think to ask me your questions." Shaking my head as I gave his brain a second to catch up to the rest of the conversation, I gave him what I hoped was a well-done disappointed Daddy frown.

"How should we help you remember to be a good boy and ask Daddy your questions next time?" Seconds ticked by and I started to worry that I'd fried his brain a bit too much, but eventually he swallowed and licked his lips.

"You…you should probably spank me, Daddy." He managed not to moan but his wandering hand went right to his lap and gave his dick a squeeze. "Then…then I'll 'member, Daddy."

Oh, interesting.

"I think that's a very good idea." Kissing his nose, I rubbed my hands higher up his thighs. "And for being so smart, I'm going to give you a reward if you're a good boy for your spanking."

And we were back to wide eyes and cock rubs.

"I'll be the bestest, Daddy." Dessie's quick descent into his little headspace made me think he'd either been more stressed or more needy than I'd realized when I'd started the game.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was like binging after being long deprived of a favorite food or was it something else?

Not sure, I pushed the question to the back of my mind and focused on what was actually important.

Spanks and orgasms.

Then that would be quickly followed by cuddles and food.

With the plan in place and working well so far, I nodded and squeezed his thigh, giving it another rub. "I hope so. I want to be able to reward my good boy."

"Re…rewards help 'membering, Daddy." Looking as earnest as he could manage as he rubbed his erection over his clothes, Dessie leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be a good boy."

I knew he'd promise me anything to get an orgasm, but I nodded like it was a sincere promise because it was one in the moment. "Thank you, baby boy. Let's go help you remember to ask Daddy your questions."

Yes, it was a silly reason to justify a spanking because he really wanted one, but if it actually helped him to remember that there were no silly questions, then that would be good too.

Still, the kitchen was not the place to do it, so I picked him up again and my naughty monkey went back to clinging to me and nodding. His rubbing wasn't any more subtle than it'd been the first time, but he still seemed completely oblivious to it.

Since it wasn't something I wanted to discourage, though, I rubbed his bottom and gave it the occasional pat to push him against me. That got me the cutest moans and he clung to me even harder. "I'll be good, Daddy."

He was so intently focused on his reward that he was shaking.

"I know you will and then you'll get your reward and cuddles." I knew he approved but I asked about it anyway. "How does that sound?"

He made a needy whine and hugged me tighter. "I…I like special Daddy Tyson cuddles and I'm green and I got big 'motions, Daddy. But I'm gonna be good."

Big emotions seemed like big feelings in general, so I nodded and kissed his head. "Thank you for letting me know."

From Austin's lectures and my own research, I had a feeling that meant I could expect an emotional reaction. However, he was clearly green and obviously turned on. That meant we continued with the scene so he could release his big emotions.

"That's very helpful information, baby boy. You're my good boy." That had him going tense and I almost laughed. "But even good boys need help remembering important things sometimes."

And he was back to his happy humping.

Yep, he wanted to be good but not good enough to miss out on his spanking.

I was missing something, though.

As I held him tight and walked through the house to the small den with the perfect oversized couch to handle a spanking, I mentally walked through the conversation. Kissing his head and rubbing his ass kept him happy and occupied, and it gave me time to think, but it still took me entirely too long to realize what I'd missed.

Special Daddy Tyson cuddles.

Leaving his needy tone out completely, that string of words did not mean regular cuddles like we were doing now.

Yep, I was a tad bit slow but not completely hopeless.

It was something I had to put on the back burner for the moment, though, because I did not need to be reacting to the thought of what that sentence meant. I had to focus on my hand, his bottom, and reading his signals to make sure I got his spanking correct.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice how distracted I was, but that might've been because he'd started nuzzling against me and taking in deep breaths. Yes, I should've realized what he'd meant a lot fucking faster, but I'd go over how oblivious I'd been later.

I had enough to focus on as we finally got to the den and I had to set him down beside the couch. His gaze was already fuzzy and I wasn't sure where his mind was at, but he was looking at me with such need and trust, I knew stopping was the last thing on his mind.

So his confident Daddy kissed his head and made sure his cute boy didn't see any hesitations or questions.

Yes.

Reminding myself that I knew what I was doing, I cupped his cheek and gave his nose another kiss. "You're going to be my good boy so you can get your reward, but if something happens and you need to use your colors, you'll still get your reward. Understand?"

Nodding slowly, Dessie inched closer and tried to start snuggling again. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be good. I use my colors. I get 'wards."

He wasn't going to forget about his reward, but he knew how important safewords were, so I wasn't feeling too worried about that.

It was just everything else that was taking up a lot of space in my head.

"That's right." Cupping his cheek to make sure he felt me there with him as I stepped back again, I sat down on the couch and immediately reached for his pants before he could climb in my lap.

Yep, barely caught him.

As he lifted one leg and started to hop up on my lap, I got a hold of his belt and started unbuckling his pants. "That's right. You're going to be my good boy."

He looked down, slightly confused, before nodding. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be a good boy."

I wasn't sure what part he was mentally tripping over but he'd made his desire very clear. Confusion did not mean yellow or red. It just meant he didn't have enough blood in his brain to figure out the plan. But that was what I was there for…for spankings and remembering our to-do list.

No matter how interesting or curious it was.

"You're going to be very good for me." Because he wanted a warm bottom and a spanking. "And I remember how you have big emotions and how you want special cuddles afterward."

As he licked his lips, his brain caught on what seemed to be the important part as I pushed his pants and the cute briefs he was wearing down past his bottom. The fact that he was half-naked didn't even catch his attention. "You're special, Daddy. I like special cuddles with you."

That was a delightful understatement but I had a feeling his use of the word special was to make sure he didn't say anything that might make me worried.

It was another thing we'd work out later, but for the time being I appreciated that even little he was trying his best to be nice to me.

"I like having special cuddle time with you." Pulling him down over my lap, I had him stretched out on the couch before he realized what was happening.

"Oh." He looked around, adorably confused. "Daddy."

It didn't seem to be a question but distracting him seemed like a good idea. Giving his beautiful ass a soft caress, I ran my other hand up his back to encourage him to relax into the cushions. "That's right. When you get your reward, do you want special cuddles after or do you want special cuddles at the same time?"

In my head that was a very logical question, and one I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to based on his kinks and how easily aroused his little side was. But he sucked in a breath like I was amazing. "Really? I could do both?"

"Yes, baby boy." I'd missed something again.

Eventually I'd figure it out or ask him what fantasy was filling his imagination, but it wasn't the time. So I shoved it back with the other questions and topics that were piling up. "There are lots of fun things my cute boy can do."

What was he picturing?

Dessie was entirely too pleased with my answer and had completely forgotten what the point of the scene was. He pressed his face into the couch and giggled, wiggling his bottom and making the most tempting target.

So I reminded him about why his ass was hanging out to begin with.

The first smack got a nice color started, but his reaction made it absolutely perfect. He sucked in a breath as his entire body tensed but then the pleasure seemed to flood through him because he moaned my name as he went boneless. "Daddy…"

"That's right." Wrapping one arm firmly around his chest, I brought my other hand down on his bottom again. "Daddy's right here and he knows what you need."

Dessie sucked in a shaky breath as he nodded, pressing his face tighter against the cushion. "Daddy."

Giving him another spank, I pressed him tighter against me so he'd feel the same tight hug I knew he liked for cuddle time. "Daddy's right here."

He made several soft squeaks but nothing actually formed into words as I kept up his spanking. I listened for that to change, but the closest he got was moaning something that sounded like good boy. But since that could mean a variety of things to Dessie, I didn't put too much thought into it.

His definition of good had been influenced by Austin.

So I just kept spanking, making sure to keep it on the lighter side to be able to stretch it out. I knew that'd been the right decision when his breath hitched again and I could hear his big emotions coming out.

Tears.

Reminding myself that they weren't a bad thing and that he'd already warned me, I finally stopped spanking him and gathered him up in my arms. "Come here. You're such a good boy. And yes, big emotions, huh?"

A sub who hadn't been able to release his emotions in appropriate ways or who hadn't submitted like he needed to would break eventually. I'd read that in a variety of posts, and even Austin had given me a colorfully worded lecture on the subject, so I managed not to react negatively.

But I had to admit that my heart didn't stop racing until he was clinging to me and snuggling close, tears on his cheeks and his needy cock poking up and begging for attention.

How he managed to be both horny and upset amazed me, but it was just another wonderfully curious thing to admire about Dessie.

"That's my good boy." Leaning back so he could more easily snuggle into me, I didn't bother straightening his clothes as I rubbed his back. "You were such a good boy. You were still for your spanking and you even let out your big emotions."

And he hadn't come yet…although his cock didn't look like it would take him much to get to that point.

Nodding against me, he nuzzled and took in a deep breath. "Good boy, Daddy, 'wards."

I wasn't sure if laughing made me an ass or not, but I managed to keep it to a soft chuckle. "Yes, reward time."

It was my turn to take a breath but mine was to steady my nerves as I released the first button on my shirt. I might've started off needing a bit of a pep talk, but once Dessie let out his happy sigh and wiggled on my lap, it became a lot harder to remember why I'd been worried to begin with.

"Oh, Daddy…" His cock waved as he wiggled but Dessie wasn't focused on that part of his reward yet. "I…I was good."

He was adorable too.

"You were." When most of the buttons were undone, Dessie made an excited sound and pushed my shirt open, getting another laugh from me. "Is my boy thirsty or just ready for special cuddles?"

Had that really come out of my mouth?

My brain tripped over the reality of what I'd said, but Dessie didn't have that problem. He was just excited for his special time with his Daddy and quickly pushed my undershirt down. Dessie's ear-to-ear grin got a laugh from me and reset my brain, bringing it back to the moment. "Daddy."

As he wiggled into position, getting tangled in his clothes as he tried to stretch out down the couch, he whined and started flopping like a goldfish stuck on a counter. "Help. Stuck."

I was a terrible Daddy and laughed, but he quickly forgave me when I freed him and tossed his pants to the floor. "Ugh. Daddy."

So much drama in so few words.

"Come here, baby boy." To make up for my laughter, I cradled him against my chest. "I have special cuddles for my good boy."

And I was forgiven.

"Daddy." Sighing out my name, he wrapped his lips around my nipple and closed his eyes.

Yes, I was definitely his Daddy and the sweet way he curled into me said I was doing a damned good job of it.