Page 19 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
“What if I do?”
“Then I’ll have to punish you.”
He snorted. “Like what? Putting me over your knee and spanking me?”
“If that’s what works for us, then yes.”
“Wait, what?” Auggie wriggled. That should not have turned him on, but it did.
“We can discuss details later. I mean we can discuss them now if you want, but we’re both turned on and…” Thor shook his head and sat back. “No, let’s talk about it now. I don’t want you to ever feel like I’m using sex to circumvent talking about things.”
Sitting up against the headboard, Thor tugged him into the lee of his legs. Auggie put his legs over one of Thor’s thighs and leaned against the solid body as Thor held him. Cradled him. It felt incredibly good, and it felt like a place where he could have a conversation that involved crazy stuff like spankings and punishments and sex. Which was crazy. Right?
“I’ve never known anyone like you,” Auggie told Thor.
“There isn’t anyone like me. And no one like you, either. We’re all unique and we’re all valid. And I feel incredibly grateful that I metyou.”
He shook his head. It was hard to believe. Thor arched an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not trying to be mean to myself. But nobody’s ever said nice stuff like that to me before.”
“And that’s a shame, but it doesn’t make my saying it—my believing it—to be any less true,” Thor insisted. “And every time you deny it, you make it harder to accept it as the truth. So if my asking you not to be mean to yourself doesn’t work, I figure consequences just might. And spanking is a consequence. But there’s others, like time-outs, orgasm denial, just to name a few.”
Auggie found himself wiggling, not because it upset him. Just the opposite in fact. “Should we be talking about this?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I think it’s okay, but I think maybe it is.”
“I think it’s because you’re my boy and I’m your Daddy.”
Auggie snorted. “You are nothing like my father.” His father had not been a nice man or an even a halfway decent parent.
“Not father—Daddy. There’s a difference.”
He tilted his head and looked up, meeting Thor’s eyes. They were kind and serious and caring.
“Have you heard of BDSM?” Thor asked.
Auggie nodded. He wasn’t above finding some porn to read or watch on the internet on lonely nights when just his hand and his thoughts didn’t seem like enough.
“Well, this is like that, in a way. Some men are meant to look after their lovers, to care for them, to make their lives easier. To guide them and love and adore them. To take the weight of the world off their partners. I’m like that.”
“And I’m the kind of man who wants to be taken care of?” That made him sound like a user and what did Thor get out of it?
“No, you’re the kind of man who has had a hard life and who has a hard time finding peace and ease. A hard time finding the joy in life. I just want to give you a safe place to explore and find that joy. I want to be a part of that joy and exploration. Not a father figure—a partner who you trust to make decisions for you. Who you trust to take care of you so that you can be your best self.”
Auggie thought over the words, trying to sort this out. “Do you think I can’t be a good person on my own?”
“I didn’t say good person. I said your best self. Where you don’t talk yourself out of thinking you’re sexy and good and necessary to the person who cares for you.”
“That kind of thing is hard for me to believe,” he admitted. He knew that little voice at the back of his head could be loud and even when it wasn’t shouting, it was hard to ignore.
“I want to be your Daddy, the man who builds you up.”
“By spanking me?”
“Well, first of all, I think you kind of like the idea of me spanking you.”
