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Think.
Our bond was still tiny-tiny, so I sent Master my question feeling and my giggly feeling.
“I won’t pretend to understand all your thoughts on this, my little Earthling, but I’m going to start by reminding you that you have your finger safewords.” Master waited. I knew what he wanted, so I put one up. “Good boy.”
I was Master’s good boy.
“We are both going to take care of you and let you play in the bathtub. We’re going to cuddle you and either pretend we did not see your body or we will tell you how cute your body is.” Master was serious but he made me giggle. “How cute…yes, that is the option we will pick.”
Master was going to think I was cute, so I wiggled and felt his happies get big and naughty again. “Eventually you’re going to be grown-up enough for us to have a conversation about wiggles.”
I shook my head and sucked harder on my binkie.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
No talking.
He let out an Earth sigh. “Fine. I will pick a time where I use my hand to remind your bottom what happens to boys who wiggle on their Master’s lap and then giggle through their mate bond.”
His hand was going to talk to my bottom.
He was so funny.
“What are you doing that is making him project laughter?” Daddy’s voice got loud. “Why is he still hiding if he finds you funny?”
“Because I was reminding him about his upcoming spanking.” Whatever Daddy did made Master shrug. “It was necessary.”
Daddy huffed. “That seems highly unlikely.”
They were quiet for a long time until Master kissed my head again and then talked so quiet I had to listen hard. “Your Daddy is worried about spankings, so we are going to show him how excited you are for them.”
Master knew…I squeaked around my binkie.
He did more laughs through the bond. “You are about as subtle as your Daddy, little Earthling.”
Master had funny mates but that was because the fates knew he had big emotions that needed two mates to give them to. He needed to cuddle me and spank me and help me be safe. He needed to grumble at Daddy and probably help Daddy remember to be a good boy too.
Daddy had been a brat when they first met and Master felt bad for wanting to be a Master and then it’d all gone wrong.
Huge wrong.
But they had me and it was going to be okay because they had to be nice to each other so they could take care of me. I could be a good helper to show Daddy he didn’t have to be afraid to want a spanking and I could be a good helper to show Master he didn’t have to be afraid of his big feelings.
Yes.
I’d show them.
They needed me.
I sent happies through the bond and pet Master’s chest. It made him let out a deep breath and he rubbed my back again before patting my bottom. I giggled around my binkie and that got more happy feelings from Master.
“I think you are doing your best to tell me that I should make the decisions regarding…let us call them naked-mate topics and you will use your fingers to share your limits if we run into them.” Master sighed when I giggled. “You are quiet but that does not have any correlation to the handful rating for submissives.”
Nope…he was smart to figure that out too.
