Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Oh.
Party.
Kisses and kisses. “Yes, Daddy. Good boy.”
He made another silly sound and dropped me on the bed. “Boom like a sack of potatoes, like my grandfather would’ve said. And am I a good boy for suggesting the sleepover or are you a good boy and deserve one?”
Daddy laughed when I giggled. “What was I thinking? Both, clearly.”
“Party.” Nodding, I wiggled again and tried to escape but the towel stucked me. “Help. Stuck.”
Daddy snorted again. “No. I think that’s the best place for you. I need to get your jammies. But if you wiggle too much, you’ll fall.”
Daddy gave me his Daddy look. “Will I be a happy Daddy if you fall?”
“No.” Sad Daddy. Mad Daddy. Make the bed short Daddy. “Good boy.”
Yes. I liked the big bed.
Still stuck.
“No wiggles.” Little squirms. Little twitch. “Stuck, Daddy.”
“Like a sausage.” Daddy thought he was funny and giggled as he walked over to the dresser. “I like it.”
Naughty Daddy.
Giggling, I wiggled tiny and pouted. “Oh no. Stuck. Save me.”
Daddy looked like the bad guy in the scary ’toons and had a scary smile. “No one will ever save you. You’re mine.”
Yay.
“Naughty man.” Yay, stuck, stuck, stuck. “No naughties. No get me.”
Daddy grabbed my new jammies and frowned scary and naughty. “No one can hear you in my lair.”
Yay for bad guys.
“Oh no.” Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. “I ’caping.”
“You’ll never escape.” Daddy walked over slowly like a naughty villain and then trapped me on the bed. “I’ll keep you locked up. You’ll never get away.”
Oh yes.
Locked up tight.
Had to get a pretty collar.
“Yes, pretty lock, Daddy.” Had to give him hugs. Had to give him kisses. Had to make him give me a pretty collar. “Help.”
Daddy laughed and shook his head. “Silly boy.”
“Silly boy. Naughty jammies.” Yay. Daddy made me not stuck. “Good boy, Daddy.”
Up and up and hugs. “Yes, pretty lock, Daddy.”
Cheek kisses and big smile.
Happy subs got pretty presents.
Austin said so.
Daddy kissed my head and wrapped his arms around me and made me stuck. “You want a pretty lock, huh?”
“Yes. Good boy.” More kisses. “Daddy’s good boy.”
Daddy grinned. “Yes, you’re Daddy’s good boy. I’ll remember that and I think we should add it to our list.”
Yay.
“I like lists, Daddy.” So cute Daddy smiled again. “I got another, Daddy.”
He scrunched his face up and looked confused. “Another list or something to go on the list?”
Daddy unwrapped me before I could tell him. “Let’s get you dressed before you get cold.”
“’Nother on the list, Daddy.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Cute so Daddy will tell me yes. Ha. Funny.
“Is your new item on the list funny?” Daddy pushed me back down. “Timber.”
“Crash.” Boom. “Oh no. I timbered.”
Daddy laughed. “You crashed alright.”
Daddy’s good boy sooo funny.
“No funnies, Daddy. Naughty.” My giggles made Daddy giggle. “Daddy’s good boy.”
He was trying not to laugh but Daddy had to smush his lips together as he picked up my diaper. “Daddy’s good boy needs to add something naughty to the list? I think I should listen carefully here.”
Smart Daddy.
“Tell me about this naughty thing we need to add.” Daddy tried to look shocked. “I’m a good boy. Remember?”
No.
Daddy naughty too.
“Bottoms up.”
Daddy strong too.
“Ups and ups.” Down and down. “Diaper, Daddy?”
Huh?
He laughed. “You just noticed that, huh? It must be your naughty list.”
Hmm.
“Yes.” Penis stuck. Wiggle. Wiggle. “Stuck, Daddy.”
Daddy almost not laughed. “Silly boy. Stop squirming.”
No.
“Ha. Now your penis is stuck.” Daddy taped me up and then leaned over to kiss my head. “What’s the naughty, cutie? You’re going to forget if you don’t tell me.”
Oh.
“Smart Daddy.” Poof. Idea gone. “Knot, Daddy.”
Yep. Smart little too.
Daddy made his thinky face and nodded. “Yes, you’re right. That should go on the list. Knotting my boy is important too.”
Smart.
Smart.
Smart.
“Should we make a plan for that or just see what happens?” Daddy cocked his head and got thinky again as he reached for my jammies. “I can see the merits of both.”
Hmm.
“Yep, you’re thinking about it too.” Daddy gave me another kiss. “So we’re going to have to figure out the right answer.”
“Smart.” Daddy tried to put my arm in my jammies but I escaped and gave him a big hug.
“Aww.” Daddy hugged me bigger and bigger. “You’re adorable, but if you want another fun time later, you’re going to stop wiggling. I’m going to accidentally hurt you if you keep it up and I’m not explaining that it was basically a sex game-related injury.”
Oh.
Yep.
“Thank you.” Daddy let out a sigh. “That is a conversation I’m not ready to have.”
Smart Daddy.
Leaning my head on his, I whispered. “Austin mad.”
Daddy nodded. “Yes, that would make him mad at both of us.”
Crazy. Crazy.
“Good boy.” Very still.
Jammies on arms.
Jammies on legs.
Oh.
“Daddy?” The zipper kept going and going and going. “Broke?”
I had to see.
So I looked.
“Don’t fall off the bed!” Daddy fast. “The zipper goes all the way behind your bottom so I can change your diaper. Lean back and I’ll show you.”