Page 25 of Spencer's Satisfaction
I did really like how all those activities made me feel…
Decided, I nod. “Please,” I swallow, close my eyes, and tentatively try, “Daddy.”
My heart is hammering in my chest while I wait for ridicule, but it doesn’t come. Instead, when I crack one eye open, I find Spencer beaming at me. The tension inside me unwinds.
“How’d that feel?” he asks softly, stepping forward to undo the towel at my chest, wiping me over with it once more before tossing it aside.
“Strangely natural,” I answer honestly, stepping into the briefs he selected for me. I frown a little at them, then snort. They’re one of the three-pack that Tanya bought me as a joke last Easter. This one has a little blue cartoon bunny printed over the crotch. Subtle, Spencer is not. I appreciate that about him, though, because subtlety can go over my head.
He doesn’t push me to elaborate on my answer, instead pulling the briefs up my legs and running his fingers under the waistband to ensure they’re sitting right. My cock twitches in interest, his proximity alone enough to inspire my arousal. But Spencer doesn’t react as I start to swell, tenting my underwear. He just grabs the soft flannel pajama pants and takes a knee in front of me again.
My cockreallylikes that.
I can feel myself blushing again, and I wonder how I have enough blood to fill both my dick and my face right now.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, looking away and wishing I wasn’t guaranteed to ruin every moment ever with my awkwardness.
“For what?” he sounds genuinely puzzled as he taps one foot and then the other to step into their respective pants’ legs.
“Uh…” I quickly jerk my head down my body and look away again.
He makes short work of pulling my pants up my legs and gently takes hold of my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning my head up to look at him. “That is a totally normal reaction to everything right now.” He’s keeping his voice quiet, but there’s a firm resolve there and his eyes are boring into mine, willing me to hear the truth in what he’s saying. “For one, everything is new for you. Your body is reacting to that. Secondly, I’m in your personal space, and we find each other attractive, so your brain is sending signals because of that, too. And finally,” he licks his lips, “a lot of people get aroused during…uh…this sort of thing.” He stops, seems to give himself a shake, then adds, “Little time. I know we’re not actually roleplaying, but you’re letting me take care of you like I would if you were my little boy, and…well, it’s often considered a sexual kink for a reason. It’s perfectly normal to get excited while you’re little. But,” he looks apologetic, “I’m not usually interested in having sex with my partner in little space. That’s something we would have to discuss if it became something you were interested in.”
That is a lot to process, but it makes me feel good to hear it all. It doesn’t sound like something he’s pulling out of his ass, either. It’s all factual, but he’s also passionate about what he’s saying. It soothes me enough for me to be terrifyingly honest with him.
“I like what you’ve been doing,” I admit quietly. “Nothing you’ve done has felt all that weird. I, um, I thought it would be. Weirder, I mean.”
“Well,” Spencer pulls me towards my bed, sits down and then tugs me onto his lap. He seems to be choosing his words carefully. “We’re not doing anything that strange, are we? Yes, dressing you might be pushing the limits a touch, but it’s not that odd for partners to take care of each other, is it?”
“No,” I shake my head.
He hugs me close and kisses my cheek, then reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind my ear. “So, I think as part of exploring your sexuality at your own pace, maybe you should tell me the stuff that are your hard limits: the things you know that you’re one hundred percent not interested in. Then, I’d encourage you to research some of the things you’re curious about. Read. Google. Talk to me or, if that’s too much, I can give you the details for my friends’ community center which is geared towards helping members of the kink community.”
“Oh, that’s a thing? Kink community centers?” I don’t know why this surprises me quite as much as it does. “How, uh, how do they even go about advertising that?”
Spencer chuckles. “It’s not like they’re turning away people who aren’t kinky,” he says, “but they work in conjunction with The Grove, have a strong online presence in forums and whatever -one of my other friends, Cherie, actually does a lot of the online stuff, but damned if I understand what it is she does- and Charlie also has contacts in the police, too. So…yeah.”
“Huh.” I mull it over. “I think it would be good to check it out. Send me the details?”
He agrees, then gives me a squeeze. “So. Hard limits?”
Chapter Eleven - Spencer
Tony’s hard limits aren’t a surprise. He expresses that he’s definitely curious about exploring age play now that he’s had a taste of what being pampered by a Daddy is like, but that he wants to do a bit more research before he decides on what, exactly, that means. However, he knows for certain that he’ll never poop a diaper, and that he doesn’t want to be little all the time.
That’s a relief because, while it’s not entirely a hard limit, I’m really not interested in taking my entire lifestyle (or even just changing) that far. I have tried both things: there was a point where Emma thought we should trial a 24/7 Daddy/Little relationship, however it wasn’t for me, and I called it quits after two weeks. I don’t know if it was because it felt too close to the lines of actual parenting, or because it impeded our sex life, but I really didn’t like it.
Beyond that, Tony can’t think of anything else that he’s directly opposed to, so I tell him my limits. I will not take part in consensual non-consent, I don’t share or indulge in cheating fantasies or cuckolding, and, as he already knows, I’m not really a fan of having sex with my partner when they’re in their little headspace, but being called Daddy and taking control during sex is obviously okay. I explain that I generally prefer to top, but that (as tonight has shown) I’m more than happy to not engage in penetrative sex at all.
“Really?” he asks me with wide, surprised eyes. “Like…never? You wouldn’t, I don’t know, get bored of me if I didn’t want you to…” he trails off and makes a vague gesture. It’s kind of cute, but also a sobering reminder that this is all new to him.
I consider my response carefully. “For me, sex is about connecting with my partner emotionally more than just getting off. And I’d rather know that the person I’m with is also having a good time. I’m honestly not going to be happy if you’re uncomfortable or in pain, sweetheart.”
His cheeks flush and he swallows. “But, I mean, the first couple of times are probably going to hurt, right? I mean, that’s what I’ve read.”
Adorable.
I kiss the top of his head and lean my cheek on his silky soft hair. “We’re not rushing it, Tony. If that’s something you want to explore, we’ll start with toys to get you used to stretching and penetration first. That said, you’re not wrong: the first time, at least, will probably be uncomfortable and a bit painful, but I’d hope that we’d be able to get past that so the discomfort fades into pleasure.”
