Page 37 of Hiding From Laughter

He was something different and I was goingto figure out his new name.

“Good boy.” My naughty person kissed myhead and stroked my cheek with one finger. “Drinking all your milk and cuddlingso sweetly. Yes, you’re going to deserve big rewards.”

I liked rewards.

I liked being a good boy, too.

He was such a cheater.

He even made me more wiggly thinking aboutmy reward.

My penis thought it was going to be a rewardfor him, but my naughty person was so sneaky it could be anything. I tried tofigure out the options but I’d been lapped and bottled and snuggled, so mybrain wasn’t working at all.

It tried, but every time it got started mynaughty person would pat my diaper or hug me tighter. He even had the nerve tokeep telling me how happy I was making him.

He had some nerve.

I’d decided to tell him that when my milkwas all gone, but as soon as he took the bottle away my quiet toy appeared.

Magic.

Ugh.

It was probably a good thing because I’dforgotten I didn’t want to talk…I had to win and it was probably dangerous tolet words escape. I wasn’t sure what they’d do, so surprises weren’t a goodidea at that point.

No…no surprises…I wasn’t sure what wouldhappen.

The random things that could pop out almostmade my brain start working again but then the bottle was done and my naughtyperson distracted me.

He smiled.

Sneaky. Sneaky. Sneaky.

“Dinner time.” He even kissed my nose againas he played with the flippy bit on the quiet toy. “I know you’re going toremember that I’m in control and you just have to focus on being a good boy.”

Yes…my naughty person was in charge and hewas going to do everything.

Even feed me?

As he sat me up and kissed my cheek thattime, I looked down at my hands. Yeah, he was going to have to feed me. I mightbe able to pick up chicken nuggets and tater tots, but not mac-n-cheese. Thatwould be messy and squishy and I’d probably still be hungry at the end.

Yep, this was amy naughty personproblem.

He’d figure out how to get me fed.

And more milk.

I had to have milk with my mac-n-cheese.

Hopefully he remembered that or I’d have towhine. I couldn’t be punished for that either because he’d already said thatwas how I could tell him stuff.

Hmm.

Whining, I wiggled my hands and rested myhead on his shoulder. My naughty man made a thinking sound. “Hmm, I think myboy is hungry and needs some good attention.”

Possibly.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to get bothbecause I’m going to feed you and help you not make a mess.” He sounded tooexcited about that, so I had a feeling I wouldn’t understand why the idea madehim that happy. “Then I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll have cartoon time orbook time. You can color more if that still sounds like fun.”

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