Page 61 of Just A Little Fling

You told me not to lie.

Ma

I cannot with you. Your dad, Nonna, and I will see you on Thursday night. Twins, maybe. I’ll bring dessert.

Nico

Love you.

Ma

Love you more.

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“Good morning,” I said to Babbo when I let myself into his kitchen. After yesterday’s request for a maintenance spanking, I couldn’t exactly not show up for the first one. I was nervous as hell. My first worry this morning had been wondering what one wore to a morning spanking. I spent fifteen minutes thinking about it before I decided it was best to head over before I got dressed at all.

I had been watching—never stalking—Babbo in the mornings, and he always got up early for a quick run and then ate breakfast in his kitchen. I might have had the perfect vantage point from my own kitchen to watch him sitting at the kitchen table. Most of the time, he was working, but occasionally, he read a book there while he ate breakfast.

“Morning to you too,” Babbo said with an easy grin. I came over to the table, and he snagged my hand and pulled me in for a firm, quick kiss on my mouth. I sat down at the table with them. It was all domestic, but I didn’t feel the need to break out in hives. Weird.

“So…umm…yeah.” It was hard to believe that outside of this dynamic, I was considered competent, collected, and calm under pressure. In fact, some people were terrified of me. Tye, my favorite foreman because he left his job sites so clean, shook in his boots when he saw me coming. But in this kitchen, I felt so goddamn unsure of myself. I always felt Babbo could see right through me.

“I hope you’re here for your spanking.” Leave it to Babbo to get straight to the point. He wasn’t the kind to beat around the bush, which I appreciated and hated in equal measure.

I nodded.

He grinned.

Please don’t let this be a mistake.

Babbo pushed himself away from the table and stood without a word. He took my hand and led me into the living room. Thankfully, he did it all without speaking. If he’d talked, I would’ve found a way to make an excuse to avoid it. As scared shitless as I was, I craved and needed it just as much.

“Sunshine, lie across my lap.” I followed his instructions, draping myself over his legs. Babbo moved my limbs this way and that to ensure I was as comfortable as possible in the awkward position. I wasn’t exactly uncomfortable in this position, but with my ass in the air and my hands lying across my folded arms, it was awkward.

Every other time I’d been in this position, I’d been concealed in a darkened hotel room. It had never been in someone’s living room on a random weekday morning. The universe refused to give me any darkness because the morning sun was already bright in the sky. This was the Pacific Northwest, for god’s sake—it was supposed to be overcast. Ineeded some cloud cover. And if the powers that controlled it were feeling generous, moody rain would be appreciated too.

I felt his hand rub against my still-clothed bottom.

“Sweet Boy, what are your safewords?”

“The stoplight,” I answered.

“What color are you right now?”

“Green because I want it, but yellow because I’m nervous.”

“Being nervous is normal. I’d be more worried if you weren’t at least a little nervous.” As he spoke, Babbo continued to rub soothing circles across my ass with no move to pull down my pants. “Do you want pajamas on or off?”

“Will I ruin it if I say on?” I hated the uncertainty in my voice.

“You’re not ruining anything by voicing your needs. If you want pajamas on from now until forever, that’s fine. If we try this, and you decide it’s not for you after all, that’s fine too. If you want to try it with your pants off, still fine. My only job is to give you what you need and that can change. If it takes a few different tries to figure out what works best for you, that’s fine too.” Babbo spoke with such calm, measured tones that it lulled me into a calmer frame of mind. I felt myself drifting toward the fuzzy edges of my mind.

“Thank you for making it less weird for me.” He chuckled above me but continued his rhythmic movements.

“It’s just one of the many services I offer. What color are you?”

“Mostly green.”

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