Page 59 of Wrestling with Daddy

Hope you’re having a good day

Nathan

I’ve been thinking, Daddy

you have seven questions left to ask me and I have four

we should get it out of the way quick because having to check I’m not wasting questions is hard

and no, you can’t laugh at me

Daddy

Aiming for a spanking already, I see

I’m going to be keeping track of these things, in case you thought you could get away with it because we’re not in the same room

Nathan

I wouldn’t want it any other way

Nathan bit his lip.He definitely didn’t.

Only three days had passed since saying goodbye on Saturday, and Nathan definitely noticed the absence.

Ken had made promises about driving to him on the weekends, or buying Nathan tickets to see him, and Nathan would be in his city no matter what soon—all expenses paid. Still, he hadn’t thought adjusting to not having someone waking up next to him after only a week of seeing what that felt like would get as tough.

He hadn’t said anything to Ken, aware that he’d already come off as clingy enough when… Daddy… was there.

It was a hard balance to manage, though.

Not being able to talk about it with anyone certainly didn’t help. Nathan wanted to say that he had it together, but… did he?

This wasn’t his first relationship. Nor his first Dom, either. It hadn’t been his first spanking or the first time he’d been given rules or an attempt at structure.

There was no reason for it to be a big deal, yet it was.

He saw Daddy’s answer hours later, after he’d shut down all the open tabs in his browser and put his laptop to sleep. He hadn’t written much, which his editor would probably have to say something about in their meeting tomorrow, but he’d been doing research.

His browser history would prove that, at least.

Daddy

What’s something you liked about last week that you didn’t tell me or that I wouldn’t have been able to guess?

Nathan

that’s not easy to answer

Nathan frowned. There were way too many things he liked, images rushing to the front of his mind threatening to make him combust.

Too many fucking things, from Daddy himself to all the times he made him giggle and didn’t tease him for the sound. To the way he fucked like he was on a mission, and how easy talking to him felt.

The way Ken had comforted him every time he’d lost his shit.

How thorough and unforgiving he was when he spanked him, when he humiliated him by forcing him to guess how severe his infraction was.

Daddy