Naked and dressed up.
As I thought about how fun that would be, Daddy teased his fingers over my nipples and down to my belly button. I was more ticklish than Daddy and wiggled as he grinned. “Oh, I found something fun here too.”
He traced around it like it was my butt and grinned as I whined and giggled. “This would also be fun if you were tied up.”
“I’d… I’d wiggle and try to get away.” He knew that, right?
“I know.” Daddy looked like a naughty villain in one of my cartoons. “You’d laugh and squirm and I’d have so much fun playing with you.”
“That…” I didn’t know the words for that. “I’d be trapped.”
Nodding slowly, Daddy shifted to sit beside me on the bed and patted his lap. “You’d be completely helpless for me to tickle and kiss.”
As I scrambled to throw myself over his lap, because I had to make sure he knew I was big excited, he pinched my nipple and snickered when I squeaked. “And pinch too.”
Hiding my face against the bed, I wiggled my butt and pretended to be scared. “That sounds scary.”
“Oh no.” Daddy ran his hands over my back and down to my bottom. “It would be so much fun. You love laughing and wiggling.”
Daddy pretended to make thinking sounds as he kneaded my bottom like it was pizza dough and sent more warm sparkly feelings through me. “You’d love pretending to beg for mercy while I made you laugh and squirm.”
He was good at playing pretend.
He was good at playing with bottoms too.
Just rubbing it was making me wiggle and all I could think about was my spanking… and how he was going to love it when I was pink… and what he was thinking about my hole… and if I could give him more kisses.
Oh.
That was so good.
Daddy gave me matching spanks, smacky ones that would make me pink right over my bottom and he moaned as I squeezed the ache and humped his lap. “You’re going to look so pretty, little firecracker.”
Spank.
Spank.
Daddy knew I had to match, but he was slow and kept stopping to rub my bottom. “I can feel how hard you are when you hump my lap.”
“I’ll get harder if you go faster.” Yes. That was a good plan.
Hmm… was laughter a good sign or a not-good sign?
Good.
Yay.
Daddy sprinkled more spanks all over my bottom, some soft ones and some big ones but mostly just right. I wanted to giggle as I thought about being his Baby Bear and he was Goldilocks but I was feeling too good to laugh.
I’d laugh later.
After my spanking and my humping and my floating.
Daddy was so good at my spanking I didn’t have to worry or think or even say sorry for wiggling. He made me floaty and heavy at the same time as he spanked and squeezed and petted my bottom, all while telling me how pretty it was and what a good boy I was.
When my bottom felt almost too good and the rest of me too heavy, Daddy finally teased his fingers over my butt and my balloon exploded up into the sky. I was Daddy’s rocket ship, not his firecracker.
And once I came back down I was going to tell him… later… much later…
