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“I can stand, Daddy.”
“All right, but again, if you begin to feel dizzy, you may simply kneel, and if that is too difficult, you may call out for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. His consideration was earning even more Daddy points with her even when he slipped his fingertips into the waistband of her leggings and dragged them down her legs to rest at her knees. Her panties immediately followed and she could feel her face heat even as the cool air brushed against her bared bottom.
“Up and out,” Jackson instructed. One hand splayed against her lower abdomen, perilously close to her mons, the other on her hip as he pushed and lifted, demonstrating the position he wanted her to take.
“That’s my girl,” he praised though she hadn’t really done anything but allow him to manipulate her body. “Now, spend this time thinking about what you did that’s earned you a very hot bottom. I want you ready to tell me when I come back, understood?”
When he didn’t move away, she realized she was meant to answer. “Yes, Daddy, I understand.”
Her tummy fluttered as he patted her bare butt, immediately having her imagining what it was going to feel like when the pat turned into a swat. When her pussy spasmed, she had yet another thing to think about. What was her new Daddy going to think when he discovered his Little girl was having some very naughty Big girl thoughts?
Chapter 4
Sammy was struggling. Not because he was standing nose to the wall, but because he wanted to know everything that was happening behind him. Did he dare sneak a glance over his shoulder, that was the question. He could swear he heard Jackson talking and was pretty sure he was going to die if he didn’t know what he was telling Maxie. He was just about to chance turning around when he felt a presence behind him. When that presence reached around to unbutton his jeans and slowly lower the zipper, he discovered he had far more important things to think about. His dick had been semi-hard ever since Jackson had touched him the first time and with its confinement about to be removed, he was sure he was going to be dying of embarrassment instead of curiosity. As the denim began to lower and he felt the fabric scrape across the bulge in his underwear, it was all he could do not to drop his elbows, grab his jeans and yank them back up. He was wondering if he could make it to the door before Jackson when he felt a warm breath against his ear.
“Relax, babyboy, you’re safe here.”
Sammy bit his lip, struggling to abide by the no talking rule, but every cell of his being wanted to scream that he didn’t believe that for a second. When the disrobing continued again, the jeans sliding down his legs until they reached his knees, he broke the rule and gave a soft moan.
“Talk to me,” Jackson said softly.
“I’m sorry,” Sammy practically gushed, his legs trembling.
“For what?”
“You know,” Sammy whispered, a single nod indicating the direction of his concern.
“Oh, little one,” Jackson said. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Well, not about this,” he clarified. “Your body is going to react without thought, and that’s how it should be.”
As if to demonstrate the truth of his words, Sammy felt fingers slip into the waistband of his briefs, not to pull them down, but to encircle the erection that he was completely incapable of hiding. Another groan was pulled from him at the sheer bliss of the warmth from the hand holding him so intimately.
“That’s right. Daddy’s not surprised to see your erection, nor is he displeased. It means that while you might be about to experience your first punishment at my hands, you aren’t frightened by my touch.”
“You can say that again,” Sammy quipped, quickly regretting the slip up until he heard Jackson chuckle.
“No more talking unless you want to use your safeword,” Jackson said. “And since we’ve yet to discuss that either, for now we’ll use the traffic-light signal system. Say red and all this stops immediately.”
“I’m green, Daddy,” Sammy said realizing the veracity of his claim. “Embarrassed but totally green.”
“Again, you have nothing to be either embarrassed or sorry for,” Jackson reassured him. “Unless, of course, I find that your hands have dropped to touch the dick that now belongs to me. Only Daddy is allowed to hold you like this, to stroke you and give you permission to come. Is that clear?”
Sammy’s groan was much louder as the grip on his dick tightened with each delicious stroke emphasizing the words spoken. “Yes, Sir,” Sammy managed, praying he wasn’t going to totally humiliate himself by coming when he was supposed to be contemplating his naughtiness.
“That’s my good boy,” Jackson said, releasing him after a final squeeze only to have his dick give a bounce against his stomach before jutting straight out as his briefs were pulled down to join his jeans.
Sammy forced his thoughts to things he found distasteful like the trails slugs left as they slid over rocks, snails curled up inside of shells that some people actually found quite tasty, and clowns who wore garish makeup with hugely exaggerated smiles. They always made him think that he was the next course on the menu, and so not in a good way. Chancing a glance down, he saw that thoughts of what his Daddy was going to be doing far overshadowed any sort of icky creatures or insane cannibals. Sighing, he only jumped a bit when a slap to his backside preceded a chuckle by the man who was perilously close to claiming Sammy’s heart. With his eyes on the wall his nose was pressed against, he sent a quick thank you to whatever force brought this man into his and Maxie’s lives. She deserved far more than he did but he was just selfish enough to be grateful he was able to go along for what promised to be a great ride.
It was harder than he thought it would be to walk away from his two Littles to join Brad who was leaning against the far wall, watching the entire scene play out.
“Thanks for coming in,” Jackson said.
“No problem. We all keep telling you that you’re the boss, we’re the help. Anytime you need us, we’re here. Hell, we need you to let us help you. Otherwise we feel like we’re being kept by a Sugar Daddy, and if I’m reading the room correctly, that honor belongs to the two Little ones with drawers down and noses to the wall.”
Jackson chuckled. “I’m not sure about the sugar aspect, but I proudly claim the title of Daddy.”
“You look good with them,” Brad said, lifting his chin toward the two.
