Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“See? We did a lot.” I stretched and pretended to yawn again as we got to his room and I shut the door before leading us over to the bed. “That’s why you have to do the wiggling. Littles have more energy than Daddies.”
His adorably serious face said he’d agree with that even if we weren’t playing a game. “I’ll take care of you, Daddy.”
And have fun doing it.
“Thank you.” Grown-up Teddy would’ve been a bit more inclined to overthink the situation, but my Chipmunk charged right in and started stripping me. “Good plan.”
Naked first.
Wiggles second.
“You’re welcome and thank you.” Giggling, he pulled my shirt over my head. “You’re so funny.”
As long as I didn’t buy anyone an ugly Christmas sweater or do that box in a box routine.
“Thank you.” My polite response got another giggle out of him as he reached for my pants.
“You’re welcome.” He did his best to look serious but his attempt at a frown kept getting ruined by laughter sneaking out. “We’re going to do naked then shoes.”
It was an interesting plan, but one I finally got once he had my pants and underwear around my thighs.
Not because I was smart but because he shoved me back into the bed. “Sit.”
“I’m not a puppy.” My grumbly response got snickers out of him and as he plopped himself down on the floor, he wiggled on all fours. “You’d be a cute pup.”
Chipmunk tried to bark but laughter cut it off and he thought that was so funny he could barely stay upright. “A pup.”
When he finally caught his breath, he shook his head like I was ridiculous and went to work on my tennis shoes. “Did you meet a pup at the club, Daddy?”
Nothing about the club had made him overly concerned, so I wasn’t worried as I nodded. “Yes, I was introduced to a few, both when they were pups and when they were…regular grown-up subs again. The owners of the club wanted to give me a chance to understand other lifestyles that were close to being a Daddy.”
Bopping his head like he was dancing along to music while he slowly pulled at the lace on one shoe, he made a thinking sound. “The online stuff says littles and pups like to play together.”
Interesting.
“I saw that.” Chipmunk was obviously taking his time, so I took that as a clue to keep going. “The littles would throw the balls for the pups and would pet them and give them attention. They all seemed to have fun.”
It’d also given their Daddies and Doms a chance to relax and hang out while their high-maintenance subs could get the wiggles out.
“I don’t want a pup, but I think we’d have fun throwing the ball for one.” Doing my best to sound as nonchalant as possible, I made an agreeing hum as he nodded. “We’d be good helpers to throw the ball and play with the pups. Some don’t have Handlers and sometimes Doms might get tired of throwing.”
That got a giggle out of him and he finally took off my first shoe, quickly removing my sock too. “We’re good helpers.”
So playing with other littles made him slightly nervous, or at least he didn’t have a great desire to do it, but pups were a different story?
Needing to confirm a few things, I waited until he’d started in on my other shoe before I continued. “Some pups have outside tails and some have inside tails. Did you know that?”
Oh, he did.
His wicked snicker was full of naughty fun and he was excited to tell me what he knew. “They bark and wag and then they get attention.”
Clearly someone had been watching pup videos online somewhere.
Lowering my voice, I leaned closer and whispered like I had a secret. “Some inside tail pups like to hump.”
That got more adorably naughty giggles from him and he nodded as he quickly took off my other shoe. “They do. They’re pups. That’s what they do.”
His oh well we can’t help it tone had me trying to keep my expression neutral. “That’s right. It’s just what they do.”
It seemed like watching the naughty pups wasn’t outside of his limits either, so I filed that away to bring up another time when he was grown-up and chatty.
So once every thousand years.
“They like being silly.” He shrugged as he started tugging on my pants, finally freeing me. “They like wagging and humping.”
“I’m glad they have fun.” And I was glad I didn’t have to throw balls for Chipmunk. “But I like having fun with you more.”
As he straightened, I kissed his nose and got another laugh out of him. “I color and we play.”
“We do.” And we had kissing time and I made him chicken nuggets. “We do lots of fun stuff.”
His being able to talk when he wanted to manipulate me into something was nice too, but it didn’t seem polite to put on the list for a variety of reasons.