Page 50 of Hiding From Laughter

He’d already used his diaper so it wasn’tabout pushing him, but he loved being tickled no matter the reason. He laughedso much, his binkie ended up in the tub. “Oopsie.”

Pausing tickle time as he sagged back intomy arm and pouted, I went fishing. “I have more quiet toys. But we’ll find thisone. It’s not the bottom of the ocean.”

Hmm.

Well, it wasn’t a binkie but it was a cutefish.

“Not the quiet toy but a cute fish.” Givinghisfisha little wiggle, I pushed it up through the bubbles and foundmy prize. “Got it.”

Ashton’s giggles came back as he madegimmie fingers at his binkie. My expression probably didn’t help the situation.“No. You need a clean one.”

I wasn’t going to debate the logic of itconsidering where his mouth had been on a regular basis, but in my head it wasinsane. Ashton seemed to think it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard andjust kept snickering as I rolled my eyes. “If you can be a good boy, I’ll goget a clean one.”

We probably had very different definitionsof good boy, especially in the tub, but he looked fairly sincere as he nodded.Hoping that meant he’d be careful and wouldn’t drown, I got up and nearlysprinted to the shelf with his other little goodies on it.

“I’m coming. You’d better be good.” Or I’ddo something…what I didn’t know. “Are you being a good boy?”

Maybe.

He was fishing.

And giggling.

And his fish was having a good time.

Well, I had promised a variety of rewards.

“You caught the fish.” His wicked snickerwas quickly muffled by his new quiet toy, but that didn’t stop him from wavinghis fish at me. “It’s a big one.”

That was hilarious too and encouraged himto hold his fish tighter.

“I think your fish needs to be washed,though.” There were lots of bits that needed to be washed, but since it’d bethe most fun, it seemed like the right place to start. “I get to wash since I’min charge.”

He was happy to delegate that task and laidback in the tub, sending a tidal wave of water crashing through his tubanimals’ ecosystem. “Tsunami. Be careful.”

Ashton’s giggles sent another dangerouswave through his world but it was saved as focusing on his fish became moreimportant than being a world-destroying monster. “He’s a very happy fish.”

I was the funniest person Ashton had evermet.

I was also very generous with the soap andended up with a wonderfully slippery hand to clean his fish. “You’re going tohave a very happy and very clean fish.”

More adorable sounds spilled out of him ashe scrunched up his face and closed his eyes. Ashton was soaking up everytouch, but it was wonderfully funny because no matter how hard he tried,giggles still escaped.

That didn’t seem to distract his fish,though.

No. It was happy to have attention too.

“Good boys get good rewards.” Theslightly singsong tone had him trying not to laugh, but I tightened my grip andstarted to move faster, making sure he knew he could enjoy his reward. “You’vebeen a very good boy for me.”

Some grumbling and stompingnotwithstanding.

But since he’d been little at the time andhad been following all the orders I’d given him, he had a case for that stillbeing considered good too. He’d just been exploring another aspect of hislittle side, the dramatic brat side.

“You’ve been so cute and so loving too.”Making a pleased sound as his hips started thrusting up against my hand, Imoved my fist counter to his movement and got a moan instead that time. “Yousnuggled me and gave me kisses and you’ve been so good at following my orders.”

Especially the ones that he liked.

“I’ve been so proud of you.” Going faster,I stroked my thumb over the head of his cock with every stroke and I could feelhim getting closer to his orgasm. “You’ve been making me so happy and made mefeel so loved.”

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