Page 23 of Hiding From Laughter

Ashton

My naughty man…my naughty Daddy man shrugged.

Not good.

Bored Doms were…they were not good.

He needed…did Daddies color?

No. I couldn’t think about crayons or quiet toys yet…or cuddles or bottles.

“You like talking.”

Yes. That would work. I waved my hand toward the wall that might’ve been where the sitting people were. “You do. I know that.”

It took a lot of work to know that but I did.

“You know…the hardest part…the hardest part of this scene is being me. Being awake and big me.”

Yes. That made sense. “I might be…fuzzy.”

I wasn’t back in the right order yet.

My Daddy man nodded and kissed my forehead as he finished washing my penis. It was worn out and fuzzy too. “I think that’s a very good point, but you don’t have to stay big much longer. Just a bit longer and then you can relax and won’t have to worry about anything.”

There were a lot of anythings, so I hoped he was right.

“I’m going to get you dressed in your diaper, onesie, and then the pants I picked out to go over it. We’re going to get you a bottle and cuddle for a few minutes.”

My Daddy man finished washing my legs and stood up to get the water and bring it closer.

I wanted to giggle when he sprayed me, but my giggles were fuzzy too. My Daddy man was okay with just a smile, though. He even gave me another kiss. “Then you’re going to sit on the floor and color while we relax and I see what the other people are doing. You don’t have to pay any attention to the other people but you’re okay with me finding another Dom or couple to talk to? Yes?”

He had a lot of words.

He asked a lot of questions.

What had he said?

“I need…I need my spoon, Daddy.”

Yes. That would help. “And…and my elephant.”

Daddy blinked and nodded and kissed my head. “We’re definitely ready for spoon time. But first, is that plan good?”

Good?

“Okay.”

Hmm…my frowning Daddy… “I…you like people. I don’t have to like people. But I like my bottle and my spoon.”

That was important.

It was in the bag.

“Stand up slowly, baby.”

Daddy wasn’t fast but I was fast. “Okay, binkie and spoon time. Let’s go get dried off.”

“We have towels.”

The man said so. “He…the man said it wasn’t nice to hold my toys hostage.”

I liked that.

I liked the fancy man.

“I’m glad he agreed with you. He seemed to like you and might come say hi to check on us.”

Daddy kissed my head again as he wrapped a big, big Daddy-sized towel around me. “These are amazing. I need to figure out where they got actual bath towels this size.”

Distracted Daddy.

“Stop giggling, silly goose. They’re huge.”

Silly Daddy, not silly goose.

“He can…he can say hi. But…but I don’t have to talk. I have my quiet toy.”

Even the fancy man couldn’t make me talk. “I don’t have to talk. It’s…it’s in my contract.”

The fancy man couldn’t make me.

Nope.

Not even…not even if he was a spy catcher person.

“I’ll make sure he knows you don’t talk.”

Daddy gave my forehead another kiss as he rubbed me and rubbed me and rubbed me with the towel. “You color and you play and you use your hands to tell me more.”

“Hands. I have hands.”

Daddy said…he said something about my mitts. “Yes.”

Two orgasms and lots of worries and lots of naughty stuff made my head so fuzzy.

Ugh.

Daddy read my mind again.

He laughed.

“Yep. You have a very special Daddy but that’s okay. It’s not rude since I’m your Daddy.”

Mind-reading Daddy was also magic Daddy. “Yes, quiet toy for a fuzzy boy.”

No more words.

No more moving.

No more anythings.

Daddy did everything when it was quiet toy time.

He dried me.

He kissed me.

He put me on the bench.

He put my diaper on.

He made me cute.

“This really is adorable. I didn’t realize how discreet these could be with big-boy-looking pants.”

Daddy smoothed down my special shirt and smiled. “You’re so cute.”

Daddy liked me cute.

“Alright. You’re all set.”

Daddy picked me up. Daddy put me down. “You’re just going to sit right here for me while I get dressed.”

Daddy’s turn.

Daddy’s turn to dry.

Daddy’s turn to make happy sounds at the big towel.

Daddy’s turn to grumble about not having smell stuff.

“I can’t believe I forgot deodorant.”

Daddy frowned but laughed when I lifted my arm to smell me. “You don’t stink. You’re all clean.”

Did Daddy stink?

Nope.

Daddy laughed, though. “Alright. I’ll stop fussing. My silly goose looks like a silly puppy.”

Sniff. Sniff.

Puppies sniff.

But cute boys got quiet toys and spoons and elephants.

“And we’re all set.”

Daddy’s big breath said he needed hugs. So I hugged. “Thank you, baby.”

Hugs got kisses.

“You’ve been so good today. Let’s go cuddle and get milk for your bottle.”

Daddy laughed when I poked his tummy. “And water for Daddy too.”

Yes.

Had to be a good helper.

Good helpers got rewards…later…later later when my penis wasn’t still fuzzy.

“You take very good care of me.”

Good boys got head kisses too and they held hands with their Daddy. “Remember. If anyone tries to talk to you, all you have to do is point to me. But with your quiet toy in, I don’t think we’ll have that problem.”

No problems.

No words.

No anythings.

Walk.

Step.

No falling.

“Careful.”

No falling ’cause Daddy worried. “You need milk and to sit for a few minutes until some of the fuzzies go away.”

Lots of fuzzies.

Lots and lots of fuzzies.

Walk.

Step.

Careful. Careful.

Pretty counters.

Pretty wood.

Pretty plants.

Oh no.

Fake plants.

Sad. Sad.

“I was told to ask you for milk for a bottle.”

Daddy laughed. Daddy liked people. I didn’t like people. I liked plants. Real plants. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m sure Conner found us very boring.”

Fancy man?

Attention.

Attention.

“Nope.”

Counter man with my bottle grinned. “He’s more discreet than you think.”

Ha.

Not Fancy man.

“Ugh, the guy at the front desk.”

Daddy groaned. “He was enjoying Ashton’s antics entirely too much.”

“I’m pretty sure it takes a drama queen to really appreciate a drama queen.”

Counter man shook his head as Daddy laughed. “If there’s anything else you guys need, just let me know.”

Milk.

Water.

No talking.

Counter man knew no talking ’cause he just talked to Daddy. He didn’t even look at me. No peopling. No talking. No anythings.

“Thanks. I appreciate it but we’re good. I’m just going to find a quiet spot to relax for a while. In this headspace, my drama queen is actually very laid-back.”

Daddy laughed as Counter man nodded. Counter man knew a special boy with a quiet toy?

“Go check out the back room.”

Counter man pointed but Daddy moved and I found my spoon.

Ha. In the bag.

Got my spoon too.

No hands.

Ha.

Spoon and elephant.

No hands.

“Sneaky boy.”

Daddy tried to frown but he was smiley. “You found it.”

Daddy wrapped me up tight. “Don’t get distracted and lose me. I wander off if you don’t watch me.”

Silly Daddy.

Hmm.

Distracted Daddy.

He liked people.

Head kisses for good boy nods. “Thank you.”

Daddy looked at Counter man. “The back room?”

Hmm. Hmm. Point. Point.

“Yeah, there’s a group of littles and pups back there. It’ll be out of the way and there are a few oversized chairs that’ll make it easier to feed him in.”

Counter man chuckled as Daddy raised his eyebrow and gave him a thinky look. “I was given thorough instructions on what to do if you guys came up to the bar.”

Daddy sighed.

Daddy rolled his eyes.

“Drama queens have to stick together.”

Counter man laughed. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Fancy man was a drama queen too?

No.

Fancy man was nice and liked toys.

“I have my hands full with this one, so I’m just going to take your word on it.”

Nods. Waves. Milk. “Thanks.”

Daddy worries.

“Alright, you’re going to stick with me and we’re going to walk together. No getting distracted by the plants or the people or the floor.”

Daddy looked at my spoon and my elephant. “How about you let me carry one of those?”

No.

Daddy sighed. “Alright. But if I have to pick you up because you started to wander off then they go back in the bag.”

Magic bag.

Good boy.

Good boys get cookies from the magic bag.

“I’m not sure I like that expression.”

Silly Daddy was pretending to be stern Daddy. “You’re up to something.”

Yes.

Cookies.

“Giggling like that only makes you sound like a supervillain in a cartoon show.”

Suspicious Daddy. He was smart. “Still not looking innocent.”

Cookie thief villain.

Ha.

Silly goose too.

Hungry goose too.

Bottle time.

Cookie time.

Oh.

Worry time.

“What?”

Daddy stopped and turned around because I was hiding. Daddy was a big wall so I could hide good. “Okay, we have a problem. I can see that.”

Smart Daddy.

“I don’t suppose you want to tell me what the problem is?”

No.

Silly Daddy.