Who’s Your Daddy (Secret santa daddy, season four)

Chapter 19

Terrence

Gonna get a spanking.

Gonna get a spanking.

Gonna get a spanking.

I was a very big boy and kept the song in my head, but it was hard. Big hard. Especially ‘cause Daddy gave my penis a kiss as he stood up.

“Yes, you’re going to be a good boy for me.” Daddy sounded like he was talking to little me, but his smile said he was talking to grown-up me. “And once we’ve helped you remember who you belong to, we’re going to have so much fun playing games.”

Grown-up games?

Little games?

Did Daddy know I wasn’t really big?

I’d tried to hide it but it was hard. He was so funny and I’d done so good and I’d worked lots and lots. I’d ignored his silly family and I’d played pretend with Uncle Alonzo and I’d ignored Orlando when he’d giggled.

He giggled lots.

“What kind of games, Daddy?” Yes, that was subtle. And I’d asked questions, so Leander would be proud of me too.

“Well, kissing games to put those cute lips to work first.” He smiled when I couldn’t help giggling. “Then we can read a book or play with the toys I brought over with us.”

Oh, Daddy pointed to my little toys…not the big ones on the nightstand.

He knew?

Daddy smiled his sweet Daddy smile and gave me a peck on the lips. “I like playing all kinds of games with my cutie.”

Me. I was Daddy’s cutie.

Whew.

I was going to have to tell Leander that Daddy didn’t mind me being little and naughty. He’d been kinda worried about that. Not big worried. Daddy was very open-minded. Probably because he liked boys and girls. But it was good to know Leander didn’t have to worry.

“I like games too, Daddy.” Cheek kisses for my cute Daddy made him smile big, big, big. “Playing with you is fun.”

“I’m glad.” Daddy kissed my cheek that time, but he made me squeal when he picked me up and plopped me on the bed. “But it’s time to help you remember that you belong to me, not the naughty man.”

Giggling, I nodded as I sat up. “Yes, I need help because he gave me good attention, Daddy.”

Leaning in, I whispered to tease him. “He even grabbed my butt.”

A lot.

Then he’d wink like he’d been sly.

Uncle Alonzo had been naughty when he was younger and he liked telling stories and gossiping. He knew lots of good stories too. I just wished I knew all the people he was talking about.

Hmm.

Maybe Orlando would help me make a naughty story chart?

Yes. Orlando was good at that and he’d like all the stories. I was good at remembering and I could tell him all of them.

“You look mischievous, cutie.” Daddy narrowed his eyes and looked suspicious. “What are you thinking about?”

Giggling.

I was giggling.

“Thinking about Orlando and his chart, Daddy.” That wasn’t lying, so I was still a good boy. “But now I’m thinking about you.”

And my spanking.

And what other games Daddy wanted to play…like kissing games…and books.

“I like reading with you, Daddy.” Yes, that was good to tell him ‘cause Leander said Daddies needed to know what they did that was good so they’d keep doing it.

Daddy chuckled as he sat down by the head of the bed. “I’m glad. I like reading with you too, but what am I going to do right now? It’s not reading.”

A spanking.

I was going to get spanks.

No giggling.

“You’re going to spank me, Daddy.” Yes, I needed my serious face. “So I can be your good boy and not flirt with Alonzo even though he started it.”

Yep.

“I was being polite.” Kind of. “But you need to help me be your good boy.”

I couldn’t let Daddy get distracted and forget that part. I’d worked hard, so I needed a warm bottom and to get happy tingles.

“Yes, that’s very important.” Daddy carefully pulled me over his lap as he stretched his legs out. “There are lots of ways I need to take care of my boy and this is just one of them. A pink bottom is a good way to help a naughty boy.”

I was trying not to giggle but it was hard, so I pushed my face into the bed. “Yes, Daddy.”

I’d been naughty…so I had to be punished. Oh well, that was just what happened to naughty boys.

Daddy made a soft thinking sound as he started rubbing my bottom. “You were very naughty too.”

Squeezing my cheeks, Daddy sent happy sparks through me even before he’d spanked me. “You flirted with another man and called him handsome.”

Oh yes.

That got me my first spank and Daddy let all the good feelings sparkle through me as he went back to rubbing my bottom. “You smiled at him and looked so sexy.”

I wanted to giggle but Daddy spanked my other cheek and made me moan. “Oh…Daddy…”

“Yes.” Daddy sounded gruff but he went back to running his hand over my bottom. “Daddy’s going to help you remember that you’re his good boy.”

I liked learning.

And Daddy’s next spank said he liked helping me learn too because we both made happy sounds as I moaned and rocked on his lap.

Daddy whispered something about me looking sexy but he growled out a frustrated sound as he spanked me again. “The naughty flirt touched my boy’s bottom.”

No giggling.

No giggling.

I was supposed to be sorry for being naughty.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Oh, I was going to have to work on making that sound more believable. But I’d do that later because it made me look naughty and got me another spanking. “Oh, Daddy.”

Eventually, I’d promise to be a good boy…but not yet. I had to learn my lesson first.

“I’m going to have to make your bottom nice and pink and help you remember who it belongs to.” Daddy spanked me again as happy fireworks and party sounds went off in my head. “Everywhere he touched, naughty boy.”

Yay.

Uncle Alonzo had wandering hands and Daddy made sure to spread his spanks out everywhere just like he’d promised. He made my whole bottom happy and tingly and wiggly. Daddy was very thorough.

Planner Daddies were great.

“And right there because I saw you smiling at him by the grill when he patted your bottom.” Daddy managed to sound gruff and frustrated as he spanked low on my cheek, but I’d seen him giggling with Carlo and Sergio and Orlando.

They’d liked teasing Daddy.

And if this was going to be my reward for teasing Daddy, I liked it too.

He was even making me moan and wiggle every time he squeezed my bottom. “Yes, you need lots of help remembering who you belong to.”

Daddy.

I belonged to Daddy and he was going to keep me.

I was his boyfriend and his cute boy and his naughty boy too.

“And one of the best ways to help a naughty boy remember to be good is a reward when he finally learns his lesson.” Daddy’s slicked thumb pressed over my hole and he gave me a spank with his other hand. “But only when a naughty boy knows who he belongs to.”

Daddy.

I tried to say that but another moan got in the way.

Then I got in the way because I humped Daddy’s lap again and pushed his thumb inside me. That scrambled my brains and chased the thoughts away.

Poof.

All gone.

But it left more moans for me, and less thinking meant more happy feelings.

Daddy’s thumb was so long.

His hand was so firm.

“Let me hear you, little slut. Tell me who you belong to.” Daddy’s growled-out order came with another spank.

He gave the best orders.

They made me moan and shiver, but I tried to be a good boy since it was orgasm time. “I…I’m…You’re…”

Shoot.

He kept spanking me and teasing me.

Daddy was so naughty.

But I was a fast humper and pretended to be a rabbit as I wiggled and made Daddy’s thumb go deeper and faster.

Tingles.

Gonna get my tingles.

“Moans won’t get you a reward, little slut. Tell me who you belong to.” Daddy said it wouldn’t help but his penis wasn’t listening either.

I knew it would help…but I liked making Daddy happy…and it would make me happy even faster, so I clenched around his thumb and felt my tingles getting closer and closer. “You, Daddy. I belong to you. I’m your slut.”

Did it.

He made me work for my tingles.

But it was worth it because he pulled his thumb out and gave me two fingers for being a good boy. I needed to be a good slut to get all I wanted, though. So I moaned again and spread my legs and clenched around his fingers.

“You’re so big, Daddy. Your slut needs you.” Yes, I was a good slut. “Please. Please, Daddy.”

Yes.

I was amazing.

Two fingers stretched me good and pressed my button right as Daddy spanked me again.

Boom.

Fireworks exploded in me and made pretty colors in my head as my tingles got bigger and bigger. Daddy was such a good boy too because he kept spanking and squeezing my bottom as he played with my button until I was a dead fish on his lap.

When I was boneless and all wiggled out, Daddy eased his fingers out of me and kissed my head as he chuckled. “My cute naughty boy.”

Yep.

I’d tell him how smart he was and how he was a good Daddy later, though.

Soon.

Later soon, though.

When later came and my head wasn’t fuzzy anymore, I was stretched out on Daddy and he was kissing my head. “There you are.”

“I like cuddling with you, Daddy.” I managed to kiss his cheek before I went back to snuggling him again.

“I know. You even do it in your sleep.” He snickered when I shook my head.

“I just closed my eyes for a second, Daddy.” He moved me. “You’re so silly.”

He barked out a laugh. “My wiggly cutie. Yes, I’m just being a sneaky Daddy.”

Hmm.

Being a good boy got rewards.

Daddy was honest.

That meant Daddy got rewards.

Oh, kisses.

I’d promised to be Daddy’s cocksucker.

Ha.

Cocksucker .

Giggling at the funny word, I kissed Daddy’s chest and wiggled lower. Daddy’s wiggly boy. Kisses. No giggling. I was a big boy and was going to be Daddy’s good cocksucker, so I couldn’t get distracted.

It was so funny, though.

Cocksucker .

“Oh, is my boy ready to show his Daddy what a good cocksucker he is?” Daddy growled low when I nodded and was a good boy and didn’t giggle. “I heard about those pretty lips.”

Uncle Alonzo.

Oops.

I giggled.

“They’re just for you, Daddy.” Nuzzling against the front of his pants, I was a good big boy as I looked up at Daddy’s face and tried to show him that I was his good boy. “I’m your good cocksucker, Daddy.”

Ha.

Didn’t even giggle…and I was going to get to suck on Daddy.

“Fuck. That’s sexy.”

Ugh.

If he kept being cute, I was going to giggle.

Naughty Daddy.