Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I heard Jacki’s Daddy laugh and so I sighed. “I don’t know if I was naughty or if he was naughty or if nobody was naughty or if I just need to stop thinking ’cause it’s hard.”
Being a grown-up was lots of work and I was done with it for the day.
“What happened?” Jacki sounded like he was wiggling on his Daddy’s lap ’cause he was giggling more.
“Well, it was Mac-n-Cheese Club day and we had our party and I didn’t have to eat the wiggly one. I’m glad I didn’t have to eat that one, but I didn’t get lots of the pizza one but that’s okay because I think the guy who made the pizza one is a Daddy that might want to be my Daddy so he’ll make me more.”
Hmm, why had I been worried enough to call Jacki?
Oh.
“But he’s a student. Not my student. He’s a grown-up. He lives in your Daddy’s old house. He’s tall and likes mac-n-cheese and taking care of people and he might’ve been going to ask big me out on a date, but now I don’t know what to do. But he makes really good mac-n-cheese and he seems to know I’m big and little. What do you think?”
Wow. I’d said a lot.
“Oh, one of Daddy’s students.” More wiggly sounds and a giggle came through the phone. “Which one? Oh, let me guess. Dante. He comes over to talk to Daddy and he’s a Daddy and he likes playing too, but Daddy gets jealous when he plays with me, so mostly I color and they talk. Do you want me to come color?”
Coloring was always fun.
“I like coloring.” But it wasn’t playtime. It was talk time and then food time and then playtime. “Yes, you’re so smart. It was Dante and he’s nice and tall and he cooks good. I kind of want a Daddy who makes good mac-n-cheese, but I don’t know what to do.”
Jacki made thinking sounds as his Daddy whispered something I couldn’t hear.
He was a good whisperer.
“Daddy said he’s really nice and that he likes subs that aren’t too young when they’re big. He said Dante dates older men.” Jacki giggled making me giggle. “You’re an older man.”
That was so silly we kept laughing.
Big me wasn’t old enough to be an old man.
When we stopped giggling, I didn’t get distracted. “Do I like younger men?”
Jacki made a thinking sound. “Well, you like Daddies who cook and play and take care of you, and big you likes Doms that spank good and are the good kind of bossy in bed. So I don’t think you care.”
Big me thought I might’ve overshared with Jacki when I heard his Daddy snickering in the background, but I decided to worry about that later.
“Oh, I dated that grumpy Daddy who was kind of younger than me. That counts, right?” I thought it might but Jacki made more thinking sounds.
“Does weeks count? If it does then Daddy is ancient older than me.” Jacki was silly, teasing his Daddy when his Daddy was right there.
Yep, lots and lots of giggles came through the phone.
“Ask your Daddy if Dante is the good kind of bossy or the bad kind.” That was kind of important, and if he liked talking to Dante, then he’d know.
“Daddy, is Dante good bossy or bad bossy during naughty times?” Jacki was very helpful once he’d caught his breath, but we had to wait until his Daddy stopped giggling.
We were so patient.
“Okay, Daddy says Dante is the good kind of bossy and that he’s a top and a bottom and he loves spanking his sub and he’ll tie you up if you ask nicely.”
Oh, that was good to know.
“I’m very polite.”
For some reason that made Jacki’s Daddy laugh again.
“You are.” Jacki was helpful, though. “You’re so polite, I’m sure he’d spank you.”
“It sounds like he’s good bossy then.” That was good to know. “Your Daddy said Dante wanted to come play with me and do date things, right?”
Dante had been smiling…and he’d talked about take-charge stuff…and he’d talked about littles and Doms and stuff like that.
“Yes, Daddy said he wants to do date things with you.” Jacki sounded wiggly again and giggled. His Daddy was being naughty.
“Ask your Daddy if Dante is my Secret Santa.” I didn’t have to wait long to hear Jacki’s Daddy snort.
“Daddy said he’s not telling, but he’s got his sneaky face on.” Jacki giggled, getting distracted by his Daddy. “You do have a sneaky face. Doesn’t he, Russie?”
“He does.” I was too far away to tickle, so I was safe.
But Jacki wasn’t and I heard him laugh and squeal before he dropped the phone.
Oops.
But since oops over at their house led to naughty things, I hit the button and put the phone down.
“Dante likes littles and he likes playing and he likes talking to Daddies.” That was lots of good points. “But I don’t know if I like being the older man. I’m not old. And I’m a professor.”