Page 34 of Tattoos and Tiaras
“Look, Daddy.” Cullen held his Superman action figure up in the air, then swooped it through the mountain of bubbles that had formed in the bathtub. I sat down on the thick rug near the tub and marvelled at how happy and relaxed Cullen looked and how much I was enjoying this time with him.
“Can I trust you to not cover the bathroom in suds?” I asked, standing and looking at the pile of bubbles in the bath where my boy should be. Cullen's head popped up from the bubbles much like that meme of the dog hiding in the rug, and he grinned devilishly.
“Did you hear what I asked, Cullen?”
“Hmmm that I should cover the bathroom in suds.” Cullen quipped as he splashed his Superman through the suds again.
It didn't take me too long to tidy up downstairs. The kitchen still smelled vaguely of burning food but a few days with the windows open should solve that. The rubbish from our dinner was all wrapped up and in the bin. Cullen's skirt was hanging over the clothes airer I found hiding in the cupboard.
I heard Cullen playing from down here. The splashing and laughing didn't bode well for the state of the bathroom but with how fast and hard Cullen had regressed, this had been something he'd desperately needed.
“Daddy, I'm nearly ready to get out. I think my winkie’s all wrinkled up.” Cullen yelled down the stairs. I bit back a laugh. I loved hearing Cullen so carefree, but him calling his dick his winkie was going to be one of my all-time favourite things.
I quickly found a mug and Cullen’s hot chocolate and got it ready, so once I had him settled in bed, it wouldn't take me long to get it ready for him. I stopped what I was doing for a moment, suddenly caught up in the recognition that I was happy. I loved my core kinks but this, being Cullen’s Daddy, that was opening a whole new set of feelings and needs in me.
I quickly finished setting the tray, then ran back up the stairs. Cullen was still in the tub covered head to toe in bubbles.
“Okay, Princess, I think I’m going to need to wash you down before you get out of the tub.” I pulled the plug, then grabbed the shower head attachment. “Stand up, sweetheart.” Cullen stoodup and the suds ran down his body, and I couldn't help but notice his cock was hard again.
“Princess, have you been playing with yourself?'
Cullen looked up at me with doe eyed innocence that I don't buy for a minute. “I know we haven't talked much about limits and rules, but this is one of mine.” I flick his cock, earning a surprised gasp from Cullen. I'm not entirely sure he disliked the feeling.
“This,” I pinch the head of his cock between my fingers, “is mine, and I decide when you can play with it.”
Cullen let out a pained hiss, his cock growing firmer in my hand. “Yes, Daddy.”
I ran the water from the shower head over his groin and stomach and continued to speak as I did so. “You didn't know that this was one of Daddy's rules, but a good boy would have asked his Daddy before he started to play with his cock.” I ran the water over Cullen's chest, wiping suds away, and then tugged on one of his silver nipple rings.
“Hm, do I need to buy you a cock cage to wear under your pretty panties?” Cullen's cock jerked in my hand. “Do you like that idea?”
“No.” Cullen shook his head but his hazel eyes told another story. I turned him around and ran the water down his back and over his arse.
“You can say no, little Cullen, but unless you call your safe word, that cute little cock is mine.” I reached around and squeezed him, then moved my hand back to cup his backside, spreading his cheeks to expose his hole. “The same goes for this little hole. Do I make myself clear?” I ran the water along his crease, which caused Cullen to give a throaty moan.
“Yes, Daddy, but you’re teasing me.” He gasped as I pressed my thumb gently against his pucker.
“No, I'm not. I'm just making sure you’re clean all over.”
Cullen looked over his shoulder and frowned at me. “Daddy, you really are full of shit sometimes.” I lost my composure at his firmly worded statement.
“Careful, Princess. Are you looking for a spanking?” Cullen had mentioned that as well as punishments, spankings helped him centre himself, and I wanted to know if this was one of those occasions.
Shaking his head Cullen, smiled at me. “Not tonight. Want my hot chocolate and my jammies.”
“Sounds like a good plan. Now stand still and do not touch your cute little cock.”
“Fineee.” Cullen drew out the word and an adorably annoyed huff but behaved while I finished washing the last of the soap suds off him.
Towelling him dry was a lesson in patience and humour. How could one man be so wiggly and slippery?
Finally, pyjama pants were on. I'd picked out a pair with the dancing elephants on them. Cullen had said they were ones that Sebastian at the club had designed, and he'd only gotten himself a couple of pairs so far. With how damn cute Cullen looked in them, I was going to have to speak to Seb about putting an order in for a few more pairs. They could be part of his wind down routine after long shifts. I was already thinking about ways to help take the stress off Cullen and both his middle and slave space offered him that opportunity.
“Okay, Cullen, into bed for you.” Cullen had picked out a book and found his stuffed lion Leo, but I also could see he had something hidden behind his back.
“Cullen, hand it over.” Cullen's shoulders drooped, then he brought his hands out from behind his back, revealing his Steam Deck.
“I wasn't really going to play with it.” Cullen had the worst poker face on the planet. If I gave in, Cullen would run with it, and I wasn't going to let my boy think he could get away with it.
