Page 6 of Little Treat

He let out a slight whining moan. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s not my first time,” I told him. “So, you regress?”

“Sometimes... but it’s never deep,” he said. “Like some littles I know.”

A slow head nod of realization. “You’re a little; you should’ve said.” This was the perfect distraction from my life. Jamie was perfect to help get my mind off everything.

He slowly undressed out of his thick winter clothes and revealed there was a cute onesie beneath it, all white covered in a pattern of candy canes and Christmas trees. “I was in bed when you texted,” he said. “I was about to—” He gulped hard.

“What?” I asked.

Like he didn’t know if he was sure about the words he was about to get out. “I was going to—to fuck my teddy bear.”

I met him on his knees. “One thing I want to be clear about... I’m a top.”

“Just because I fuck a fleshlight inside a stuffy, that doesn’t make me a top,” he giggled. “I’m a bottom, obviously, I like to feel my Daddy—deep, hard, pulsating, throbbing—”Before he could get another word out to tease me, we locked lips and fell into each other’s arms.

The floor was far too uncomfortable to fool around on. I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist, still kissing my neck and... sucking.

“What are you doing?”

“Am I not allowed to leave a mark?” he asked. “Wait—” He tried pulling away. “You’re not one of those guys married with kids and this is like a secret life thing.”

I held him tighter, closer. “Absolutely not. I’m single. I’m here, and I want to explore your body. If that’s okay with you?”

Jamie nodded, pouting his bottom lip it. I leaned in close, taking his lip into my mouth and playfully giving it a bite to see what all the fuss was about, biting someone’s lower lip. It was soft—pillowy. I placed him on the bed and he held his arms out and legs in the air like he wanted me to pick him back up.

“And you can leave your little bite marks, but not anywhere people can see,” I told him.

“Oopsy,” he giggled. “Do you wanna punish me?” He rolled over on the bed as I sat and undressed on the edge. “You can gave me a spank if you want. You can... bite me back. You can—you can do anything you want to me. I’m all yours, Daddy.”

It was the speed of it that surprised me the most, how perfectly it fit in with the moment. I was so ready to play, and I had all of this stress to work out as pleasure on his body. I nodded. “How do you like to be spanked?” I asked. “With a hand?”

“Unless you’ve got something else.” He giggled, wiggling his bum in anticipation, ready for me to rain down my sweet little spankings.

“Can I add additional spanks?”

“What for?” he asked.

“Well, for selling me that big chocolate bar, and for making me chase after that flimsy receipt you wrote your number on,” I told him.

“Okay, but you should think of a fourth, to make sure it’s even, you know, two on each cheek.”

“Then... maybe you should get an additional spank for being too cute, and somewhat unable to resist,” I said.

“I accept those terms,” he said, unzipping his onesie and sliding it down to his ass. He pulled up the tight black briefs until they were between his cheeks like a thong.

I stared at that peachy ass on the bed. He kept looking back at it and shaking it like they were jellies on a plate. Wobbling them around, hypnotizing me. I climbed onto the bed behind him in my T-shirt and boxers, my chubbed cock tucked safely into the waistband, hiding that surprise from him—I knew he was looking for the tent in my boxers.

“You know how to spank?” he asked.

“You think you’re the first? I’ve spanked my fair share of asses, just like you’ve probably been spanked by your fair share of... Daddies?”

“Some of them hated the title, but it didn’t matter, because what a little wants, a little gets—even if the Daddy doesn’t really embrace it,” he said, wiggling his ass a little more, thrusting his hips into the bed itself.

Spreading his legs, I made room for myself there. And down I went. I had to plant my face firmly on them, rubbing my cheeks against his soft peachy ass. I moaned onto them, out of nowhere. It was a guttural groan. I actually hadn’t had sex in months, and this was probably everything I needed, my face between those cheeks, tasting his sweetness.

But before I could get to the sweet core, I had to tease those cheeks red and watch mylittleas he braced with his teeth in his lips and some deep-throated moans. I spanked him, once,right where the peak curvature of his ass was. My hand didn’t leave a mark, and he saw that.