Chapter 20

Fraser

Paxton's eyes went wide as I set his feet down on the ground, but before I could remind him that no one had seen a thing yet, the most adorable panic set in. "I was naughty, Daddy. I was…I was naughty in the forest and I…I talked back. You have to spank me."

Oh, interesting.

Was it an actual scene he wanted to play out or was he trying to distract me from doing something even naughtier?

Keeping him close as we started to walk again, I took the next turn that would lead us back to my place and away from my neighbors, but I didn't let that distract us from our fascinating conversation. I frowned and nodded slowly, shrugging and playing along. "You were naughty. You were asking to get your tinglies in public and you were humping Daddy."

My possibly arguing neighbors were one of the human families that'd lived in town for generations, so I wasn't worried about them hearing our conversation. They were far enough away that they couldn't have picked up anything even if I hadn't been doing my best to keep our teasing private.

Paxton, on the other hand, wasn't thinking about anything but my dirty talk and whatever wild thoughts had led him to the idea of getting a spanking. His focus was entirely on our impromptu scene and how desire-addled his brain was.

"And…" He paused, stumbling over something in his head before randomly nodding. "And I was rude. I had bad manners."

That was clearly something to get punished for in his mind because he said it with even more conviction than he had before.

I'd have worried more about what logic had gotten us to that point, but he was licking his lips and nibbling on them as he randomly grabbed the front of his jeans to give them a tug. They'd been fitting fine earlier, so I could only assume there wasn't enough room in them any longer.

"Bad manners are a very serious thing." To Paxton, at least. But I thought a check-in would be a good idea to make sure all the connections were making sense to him. "But using our safewords isn't bad manners. There are lots of other ways to be naughty, though."

He was quiet for several long moments before nodding slowly. "That's right. Just using our safewords is one thing, but telling Daddy no and being unreasonable is another."

His thought process was fascinating.

"That's right." Releasing his hand just long enough to reach out and rub his ass, I made a thoughtful sound. "But there are ways to help a naughty boy remember to be good and that he shouldn't glare at his Daddy or call him a brat in his head."

That'd been just a quick flash between us, but it showed the bond was strengthening and I'd loved it. Paxton's eyes went wide and he nearly tripped over his own feet until I caught him. "I…you…that's…"

Amazing, judging by his reaction.

"Yes, it's a lot of things but naughty is one. You shouldn't be calling me a brat." It'd made me curious what else he said when he was grumbling in his head.

I'd known there was something running around in his mind when he'd huffed at me but the tiny peek had been fun. "Still, we know the best way to help a naughty boy remember to be good for his Daddy."

Pausing, I waited to see what Paxton would do.

Moaning hadn't been my first guess but it was a fun response, and it got the cutest blush when I raised one eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. It took him a few more seconds to get words out, but they didn't manage to escape until he'd given his pants another tug and his erection a not-so-subtle squeeze. "Spankings, Daddy."

That called for another bottom pat and it got me a sweet little whimper that time. "Correct. But don't worry, Daddy is going to help as soon as we get home."

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

"Help?" Paxton must've thought he was being subtle because he cocked his head and turned to me. "Help me be good?"

"Well, yes." As we got to the back of my property, I stopped us and reached over to give his bulge a pat. "But Daddy's going to help with this too…only if you're a good boy, though."

He nearly orgasmed right there.

Paxton wasn't ready to spell out that he was curious about a spanking, but his body was doing a damned good job of making it clear.

Helpful penises were wonderful things.

Words got caught in his throat as his hips thrust forward to get more attention. An orgasm at this point wasn't the best plan, though, so I just gave him one more pat before moving my hand away. "You can have humpies and tinglies as long as you're a good boy. I know that's what you want because you were already trying to get one while we were on our walk."

He was just standing there dumbfounded and blinking at me, so I kept chattering as we started moving again. Thankfully, his legs worked even if his mouth didn't, so we made it back to the house without an issue.

I wasn't sure about stairs, though, so I picked him up and carried him in through the back door as his legs wrapped around me without him thinking about it. "It's okay that you're a needy boy who wants to get his tinglies outside. We're just going to have to make sure it's a more private location. You didn't seem very confident about your ability to be quiet."

His mouth dropped open and I had a feeling he thought he'd said something, but I got nothing verbally from him. Body language was another story altogether, but auditory information was in short supply and mostly consisted of soft moans and shocked gasps.

So I decided it was time to try something different.

Pulsing desire through the bond that had been growing stronger had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. He leaned forward and buried his face against my neck, rocking against me and letting out another needy sound.

It was better than nothing, but I was glad when something that felt like heat and need came back through the bond.

Heat being the spanking?

It sounded like someone had been doing more research if that was his way of communicating about his first spanking.

Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I stroked one hand down his back and cupped his ass. As I squeezed and kneaded his cheek, I pushed back the heat and need he'd sent to me. Oh, that moan was beautiful.

Yep, not a safeword even if it wasn't as verbal as I'd hoped.

Magic was amazing and mate magic was even more incredible.

"Come here, naughty boy." I gave his ass one firm pat before moving us into the living room. "Daddy's going to help you."

Paxton immediately wrapped his arms and legs around me tighter as I carried him to the couch, making sure that the curtains were closed just in case. " Daddy …"

His quietly whispered word wasn't really a question, but I nodded and kissed his neck. "That's right. Daddy's here."

I wasn't sure if I'd answered his question or if he'd just been looking to touch base with me, but either way, he whimpered and wiggled, rubbing his erection against my stomach. "Yes, Daddy's going to help his boy."

Help him submit and orgasm and understand that it wasn't as scary as he was imagining.

Paxton nodded but was still holding tight as we got to the couch. So I spent a few moments hugging him and rocking side to side, rubbing his ass and sending happy, loving emotions through the bond. "Yes, I'm going to help you be a very good boy."

The pats I'd given him over the last week were nearly spanking-level swats even if they'd been playful, and he hadn't done more than blink or suck in a breath. He had a higher pain tolerance than he seemed to think, and he was definitely curious because every time I'd popped his bottom, he'd push it back like he was begging for another.

It'd given me the feeling that he'd never been allowed to explore that side of his fantasies before.

Maybe polite, well-educated men didn't beg to be spanked?

Paxton took in a shaky breath but I didn't get a safeword or even illogical pushback, so I gave his neck one more kiss and then helped him stand in front of the couch. I didn't bother asking him questions he couldn't answer and just sat down, releasing the button on his pants and making sure all I projected on my face and through the bond were confidence and desire.

All he did was look down at my hands and lick his lips.

Yep, still not a safeword.

Questions still seemed unreasonable, so I didn't bother with any as I pushed his pants and briefs down, ignoring how sexy he looked with his hard cock and his confused, needy expression. "Over Daddy's lap."

I knew hearing the order might snap him back to reality, but he simply nodded slowly and shifted his gaze to my thighs. It made me harder than ever, but he didn't move at all. Since it looked like helping him into position was a Daddy job, I gently placed one hand on his hip and braced his chest with my other. "Over."

And something seemed to finally click in his brain.

Perfect.

His cock jerked to say hello as it waved around, but the rest of his body simply obeyed and let me move him into position. When his face was pressed against the couch cushion and his ass was offered up temptingly, I wrapped an arm around his torso and gave one pale cheek the first smack before he could start overthinking it.

Paxton sucked in a breath and his entire body stiffened, but it was quickly followed by a groan where he melted into the couch. Eventually we'd do a more traditional over the lap, head toward the floor spanking, but for his first, I wanted him to feel completely secure.

The way he bounced between going boneless and trying to hump my lap said that had been a good decision on my part.

With his first out of the way and his body deciding that it hadn't been as scary as he'd thought it would be, I gave him his second spank.

"Such a naughty boy wanting humpies in the woods." Finding a good rhythm, I smiled as he shook his head but his hips said I'd been right. As he ground himself against my lap, instinctively looking for the right mix of pain and pleasure to get himself off, I spanked him again. "If I'd have let you keep going, you'd have been begging Daddy to lean you up against a tree and do naughty things."

One fun option in particular kept coming to mind, and judging by his moan and the way his bottom inched upward, he was on a similar page at the very least. So I spread my fingers wide and took a moment to rub his pink bottom, and if they happened to caress around the edge of his needy entrance…oh well. Sometimes that just happened during a spanking.

" Daddy …" His moan was half need and half embarrassment but his shiver and the way he said my name were all desire.

"I know. You're a naughty boy and I'm going to have to remember that when we go out." Giving him a few more spanks, I let him soak up the sensations before I teased him again. "What would you have begged Daddy for? Hmm? Show me that you can be a good boy and you learned your lesson. How naughty did you want to be?"

Paxton pressed his face harder into the couch and groaned, but his body humped against my lap again. "I…Daddy…good boys get rewards?"

Going back to rubbing his ass, I nodded just in case he was peeking. "Yes, good boys who show that they've learned their lesson get rewards. Be my good boy and then you can have your tinglies."

His whimper was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard, but as I ran my hand over the most well-loved part of his bottom and then teased the tips of my fingers over his hole, he shivered and his humps turned into a race. "I…I was naughty, but…but I was thinking about you. I was…you would've…you were leaning me up against the tree and then…and then you'd have wrapped your hand around me, Daddy. Because I'd have been naughty and begged but you love me and you wouldn't have told me no."

He had impeccable logic even if the delivery had been slightly confusing.

And as he raced toward the finish, I made sure he knew that.

"That's right. I love my sweet boy so much." Pressing against his tight ring of muscles, I let his own thrusts fuck himself against my hand, and the first time my finger breached his hole, it was like lightning went off in him.

As he cried out and clenched around the tip to get more, I carefully shifted my other hand so I could squeeze one pink cheek. It just added even more pleasure to my overwhelmed boy and I could feel his orgasm building.

"I wouldn't have been able to resist you. I'd have been too tempted if you'd leaned against the tree, pushing your naked bottom out for your Daddy." Squeezing that sexy naked bottom seemed to make the fantasy even more real. "Yes, you needed to be punished so you don't get us into trouble."

Jolts fired through him as his thrusts lost their smooth rhythm and he was desperately trying to get as much of my finger as possible.

"I'd have pressed you against the tree and wrapped my hand around your penis so you could have humpies while I rocked against your bottom. You'd have made us both very naughty."

That seemed to be the tipping point for my sexy boy.

He gasped and his orgasm fired through him as he jerked and thrust his erection more roughly against my lap. He made a wonderful mess as he lost control and I could feel his cum already seeping through my pants before he'd even finished chasing every last ounce of pleasure he could.

When he finally went boneless, his only movement was faint breathing and random jerks like his body was still remembering how good his orgasm had been.

Happiness and love radiated through the bond, but the perfect moment was too good to be true.

Someone knocked on the door.

For fuck's sake.

" Mr. Fraser, Sir , we're here to meet Paxton. We'll be good. We're even being patient and knocked. But littles need friends, so you have to share him for playtime."

We were being invaded.