Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“You’re right, they do. You made a very good choice.”
“And you did a very good job painting them.” I propped up taller onto my knees to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Daddy; for my pretty makeup and helping me with it.”
“You’re so welcome.” He packed the bottle and little brushes back into the pink box. “Are you going to play some more?”
“Yep, as soon as my nails are dry. I don’t want them to smudge.” I blew on them while I looked around the room, trying to decide what to play next. My glance fell on the fabric blocks and I smiled. I wanted to feel their softness and see how high I could stack them, but I was cooking up another idea as well…a slightly naughty idea.
It wasn’t that I wanted to be ornery; I just wanted to experience everything with Daddy. He’d given me such a wonderful reward with the room and toys, and now I was itching for a punishment…that was also a reward. I knew Daddy would enjoy it too. It was time to put my plan in action, so I crawled over to the bookshelf to grab the blocks.
*****
Ford
My boy is so beautiful. And not just because he was extremely talented with even play makeup, painting it on in a way that highlighted his natural beauty and would make professionals jealous.
No, he was gorgeous in ways much deeper than his skin; the gentleness of his touch as he brushed his dolls’ hair. The way he glowed when he applied his makeup, because he was doing something he loved, without anyone judging or making him feel guilty. His freedom was beautiful.
As was the concentration on his face while he stacked his blocks into a tall tower. His tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth as he balanced each cube on top of one another. He held his hands up to guard each one until he was convinced it was secure, and then he’d add one more. When he finally had all of them balanced, he swatted the bottom block and sent them all tumbling to the floor. His laugh was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Keegan pushed all of the blocks into a pile before asking, “Daddy, is it almost lunchtime? I’m getting hungry.”
I checked my watch and saw that it was nearly noon. Time was flying by as I watched my boy having fun. “It is. Why don’t you pick up your blocks and then l will make you something to eat.”
“Okay.” Keegan picked up a block, but instead of putting it away on the bookshelf, he stacked it onto another cube. His tower was under construction once more.
I was confused. I knew he was hungry, and he agreed to pick them up. So why was he still playing? I shrugged and figured he wanted to get one last stack in before putting them away. But I watched as he knocked them over, laughed, and began to build again.
“Keegan, baby, it’s time to clean up. I need to get some food in your belly.”
“I will in a minute.”
“Okay, make this the last stack, please.”
“Okay.” The blocks went up, they came crashing down…and then they were getting stacked again.
I didn’t understand what was happening until I noticed the hopeful expression on my boy’s face as he watched me out of the corner of his eye. But what could he be hoping for by…ohhhh. It took me entirely too long to realize what was happening. My sweet boy was being naughty because he wanted to be punished.
I sat up straighter and put authority behind my voice when I told him, “Keegan, I’ve told you it’s time to stop playing. Why are you still going?”
A smile burst across his face before he tamed it. “Because it’s fun.”
“I understand that, but it’s time to eat. Listen to Daddy and put your blocks away.” He held eye contact with me as he placed another block, making my cock twitch at his defiance. It appeared I enjoyed punishments as well. “I’m serious, Keegan. If you don’t listen to Daddy, there will be consequences.” I could hear the huskiness in my voice as clearly as I could see the heat building in his gaze.
His tongue traced slowly across his lips as he positioned the last block on top of the stack, and his hand hovered beside it. “Don’t you knock it over,” I warned. “If you do, Daddy will have to bend you over his knee.”
“You promise?” he asked as he arched his eyebrow, and I had to bite my lip to hold back both a smile and a moan. He was pushing all my buttons in all the right ways.