Page 60 of Culture and Curiosities
“I never saw anyone in my family do it but that doesn’t mean everyone is the same.” Wiggling his bottom again, my Wren clenched his cheeks and giggled. “I need to make sure the littles with mage mates know about this one.”
“Humans and our people alike get naked in a variety of inappropriate places. Do you think that is wise?” My question had Wren giggling, but through the bond, I could feel him acknowledging my correctness.
“We’ll think about it, Daddy.” Still enjoying being naked, he rocked against me and moaned as his erection rubbed against my thighs. “Where…where did my clothes go?”
“The dresser.” Squeezing the cheek I spanked, I explained the spell. “It automatically puts clothing on top of the correct storage place in the room you are in. So baby clothes do not make a mess of the room.”
Babies required as many things as littles did for their contentment and happiness.
“That’s amazing.” Still pleasuring himself, Wren relaxed his upper body back on the floor. “And really handy.”
I imitated the scoff sound I had heard the human deputy make and earned another laugh from my mate. “I am ignoring your implication, my mate.”
It had not occurred to me that mates could use such a spell for grown-up activities as Wren called them.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” The good boy in question pushed his bottom up toward me. “You’re helpful, so you’re good too.”
He had a very interesting way of using that word.
“Being helpful is important.” I was going to take advantage of the idea of being helpful. “So I will make sure to do it extensively.”
Ignoring that the wording was not right, I reached for the object called a gag. “Open your mouth, naughty boy.”
He moaned out his pleasure at the order, but it took several moments to be able to obey. I was helpful and gave himan additional tap to his other cheek since that seemed to be required to encourage him to behave.
At that point it was easy to slide the small ball in his mouth and secure the strap around his head. “See? I am going to continue being helpful, my mate.”
His wonderful moan was filled with desire and frustration that time.
Yes, I was learning to be a very good Daddy.
“Are you…what are you…”
My mate’s words were rolling around in his head faster than I could track them, but images and emotions filled in some of the lacking information. “Yes, I will be helping you to learn a lesson in manners as well, my mate.”
“It is another form of being helpful.”
The gag muffled much of the noise from his groan, but it was his ability to distract others with words that I had been most worried about. If his family had already met me, I would have put a spell to silence the room around us, but I was still a stranger to them and it was something that would have concerned me if the situation were opposite.
No.
Reversed.
Yes.
“I will be helping you remember to behave and not drive others insane for your amusement.”
He enjoyed that entirely too much.
Since he couldn’t lie and deny that, he aimed fake apologetic feelings through the bond and leaned his head toward me to rub it against my chest.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
There seemed to be an implied “not too good” that should have been attached to his thoughts, but ignoring that was part of the game as well.
“I’m glad, however, I will still be helping you to remember.”
The shiver that raced through him said I was playing my part correctly.
