by L. Michael
“Daddy!” Sam giggled, and I laughed with him. It warmed my heart as I felt him get playful again.
“But back to the important thing for a second here, Peanut.” Sam stilled, and I stroked his back. “There are two rules, and you knew you'd break one of them, right?” Sam nodded and sucked harder on his thumb. I need to change this up. Gently I leaned back so he would look at me. There. Better. His eyes were big and round behind his glasses, but at least he was looking at me now. “Just imagine for a second, I tell you to stay in the living room while I'm in the kitchen and you get hurt. What would you do?”
“Call for you. I hate hurting and ouchies.”
“Right. And you were hurting, right? Because you were lonely, and things didn't feel right.”
“I… oh. Oh!”
“You´re so smart, Sam. You'll figure out which rule is more important in situations like this.” It was too early to kiss him, no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I stroked his cheek. “I will never be mad if you call out for me or come to me if you need me, even if I told you to stay put. Okay?”
“O-Okay.”
“Good Boy.” I cupped his cheek with my hand and smiled at him. His face lit up, and Sam smiled back at me. “So, how do we fix you being lonely?” I scratched my head and pretended to think hard. “I know. You go to the living room and get your coloring book and crayons. You can work here at the table while I…” Sam shot off my lap so quickly that I huffed. “Cook.” I finished my sentence with Sam already gone, shaking my head, before yelling after him. “No running in the house, Samuel!”
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“Dinner is almost ready, Peanut. Can you please clean up so we can eat?”
“I'm almost done, Daddy.”
“Ok. Just one more minute, Peanut.”
“I´ll just finish with the….” Sam’s sentence finished with some gagging noise and worried, I turned around. He was staring at the cauliflower I just put on his plate. “I can’t eat that.”
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t eat that.” He pointed his blue crayon at the cauliflower, and I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Do we have to go over your rules again?”
“What? Why?”
“Because I clearly remember that one of your rules said that you're going to eat better. And that includes vegetables. Cauliflower is a vegetable, and you will eat it.”
“But…”
“Samuel!” I warned him, and with a pout, he shoved his coloring book aside. Wow. Something didn’t add up. We discussed the rules, and he was so scared about breaking them. He had been worried about fucking up and clearly had said that he wanted to be my good boy. So why was he fighting me again?
I know there are Littles who love to be brats, but Sam didn't strike me as a brat. He was so eager to obey me and be my good boy, and it was clear that he thrived on praise and approval. I also didn't think that he was looking for punishment.
“Are you allergic to cauliflower?”
“Nooo.”
“Don't you like the taste?”
“Dunno. I never tried them.” Well, at least one thing was clear. Sam sure was somewhere between four and six when he was little because he crossed his arms over his chest and had started kicking his feet.
“Then you will at least try it.”
“Daddy, no.” This time his lip started to quiver, tears gathered in his eyes, and I frowned. “I'm going to puke, and you won't like me anymore.” Ok, so he wanted to be my Good Boy, but I still had no idea why he was fighting this.
“Okay, Sam, I want to understand why you won't eat cauliflower. How do you know that if you've never tried it?”
“I got a scan of my head once and that…” There went the pointing crayon again. “That looks like my brain.”
Again, I was stunned by his logic. Blinking, I looked at the cauliflower. Sam was right. It did look like a little brain. When I thought about it, I could understand his worry about puking. Lesson learned. I disposed of the tiny brains into the trash.
“Okay, no little brains for either of us.”
“Can we have little trees, instead?”
“Little trees?”
“Broccoli looks like little trees. I like the little trees. You can eat each leaf one by one.”
“I´ll remember that, but for tonight there is no time to make broccoli because dinner is ready.” I arranged spaghetti noodles, sauce, and meatballs on a special divided plate for Sam. Then I put my dinner on a regular plate. “So, we´ll skip the vegetables, but I'll put some fruit on your ice cream.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I walked to the table with our plates. Sam got a massive smile on his face when he saw his special plate. It is a bright yellow plate with playing monkeys on the side. He immediately went for his fork, but I shook my head. “Oh, no. You have to wait for Daddy to cut your food, Peanut, or you´ll have the sauce all over you and your cute shirt.”
I went back to grab my glass of water off the counter and stilled when a thought struck me. I didn't have any bibs yet. Oh, well, a dish towel would do for now. Tomorrow I would need to order some brightly colored bibs because Sam would look cute in them. Dishtowel in hand, I walked back to him, sat my glass down, and bound the towel around his neck. Sam blinked up at me, then tugged at the towel, before a huge grin appeared. I wonder why he found it so funny, but after we´d finished dinner, I found out why. Sam grinned at me. My Little Boy had managed to smear spaghetti sauce on his mouth, chin, and cheeks. Beyond all explanation, my Little Boy had even gotten sauce in his hair. Yup, definitely ordering bibs, and some wipes for my boy.
Chapter 6
Samuel
Yummy, my Daddy, was a great cook. It was so fun to slurp the spaghetti noodles. Plus, Daddy had ditched the cauliflower. I panicked for a second when I saw it, worried that I would puke if he made me eat it. But Daddy understood and got rid of it. Even though it meant that I had to eat fruit with my ice cream now. But fruit is much better than brains. I licked little bits of sauce off my bright blue fork and eyed my plate. The sauce is so delicious, but Jakob figured out what I was about to do because he tsked and took my plate away.
“No licking the plate clean.”
“But it tastes sooo good.”
Jakob chuckled at that and ruffled my hair when he got up. “Glad you enjoy my cooking skills. Still. You're not a puppy.”
“No, I'm your Little Boy.”
“That you are Peanut.” Jakob put our dishes away, and I smiled at his back. Jakob was proving to be my ideal Daddy. He was sweet and caring, but also stern about his rules. “But right now, you are a very messy boy, and we need to clean your face before we have dessert.”
Jakob returned with a wet kitchen towel and knelt in front of me. “I created a sauce monster.”
I giggled when he rubbed my face. It was obvious he was playing with me when he rubbed my nose. “Daddy!” I squealed and tried to escape. But Jakob held me in my place and started his assault on my nose again. I am pretty sure I didn't have that much sauce on my nose, but I liked that playful, silly side of Daddy.
“Oh, look at that!” Jakob exclaimed when he let the towel drop. “I found a cute boy underneath all that sauce.”
“It´s a magic trick!”
“Is it now.”
“Yes! Look!” I grabbed the towel and held it in front of my face. “Sauce monster. Grrrr,” I dropped the towel. “Tada! Cute boy!”
Jakob laughed but applauded me. “That's an awesome trick Peanut.”
“I have an even better trick, Daddy!” I yelled, feeling happy and playful. This was what I had needed after the awful day at work. Usually, I had been on my own, but now I had a Daddy, and I intended to exploit the experience. “I can make ice cream disappear,” I stage whispered, and Jakob laughed even more.
“Can you now. And I guess you want to show me that trick right now.”
“Yes. But it only works with sprinkles. I need sprinkles for my magic.”
“Of
course, you need sprinkles for your magic.” Jakob got up and ruffled my hair. “More sprinkles equals more magic, right??”
“Yes. Yes exactly. Oh. OH! And some chocolate sauce! I need three scoops of ice cream for my trick. And…”
Jakob turned around and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Okay, maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Damn, but it was worth a try. I huffed and shrugged. “I guess fruit will work too.”
“Oh, yes, it will.” Jakob shook his head but laughed. “You´re something else, that's for sure, Peanut.”
I was pleasantly surprised when Jakob gave me a beautiful bowl of ice cream with sprinkles and strawberries. Yummy. I liked strawberries. Maybe fruit on my ice cream wouldn’t be so bad. I took a bit and loved how the fruit and ice cream tasted together. I dug into my dessert.
“Peanut, I think you got more ice cream and sprinkles on your face than you got in your mouth.”
I leaned back in the chair. Oh, so good. I almost fell off my chair in a food coma after all the delicious food.
“Oh my gosh, Daddy, that was yummy.”
After Jakob had cleaned my face for the second time, and finding a cute boy hidden behind an ice cream monster, he refilled my sippy cup and quickly wiped down the counters. I watched him clean, and when he came back over to me, I smiled. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, Peanut.” Jakob crouched in front of me and cupped my cheek. “There is something we need to discuss. Can we do that?”
“Y-Yes?”
“Good.” Jakob sat down on his chair and patted his thigh. It couldn't be that bad then when I was allowed to sit on his lap and cuddle him.
“Peanut, it's getting late, so you'll have to make a choice. You can color a little more, and then I bring you home, or we could cuddle on the sofa, watch a movie, and you can stay the night. I have a spare guest room you can use.”
Oh. Well, that’s an easy answer because I don't want to leave, ever. I wanted to stay here. After everything we shared, I didn’t want to be alone in my apartment. I wanted to stay here, but not in a spare guest room. And that was the scary thing.
“Look at me, Sam.” I looked up, also because he used my name instead of my nickname, and Jakob smiled at me. “You need to be completely honest with me and tell me what you want. I can't make that decision for you, but I can assure you that if you stay, nothing sexual will happen.”
“No, it's not that…I mean, thank you, but…” I frowned and thought about it for a second. If I went back to my apartment, I would be on my own. Alone again. But if I stayed, I could have more time with Daddy. That was what I wanted. I nodded and took a deep breath. “I want to stay, but…” I bit my lip, thinking about how to ask for what my heart wanted. Jakob sighed and tugged my lip away from my teeth.
“Stop torturing your beautiful mouth, Sam.”
“I'm sorry.”
“It's okay. Tell me what you're thinking. What is the but?”
“I want to stay. I am having so much fun, and I want to-to be Little a little bit longer, but-but I don't want to stay in a spare room. Can't I sleep with you? I mean, just sleep. I'll stay on my side of the bed, I promise!”
Jakob took a deep breath but started to stroke my cheek. “Are you sure that you want to stay with me?”
I nodded eagerly and cuddled back into him, my head resting on his shoulder. “Please.”
“Then that's what we're going to do, Baby. Snuggling on the sofa while we watch a movie and after that, I'll tuck you in. Alright?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“There is just one more thing I need to know. Are you a big boy?”
I tensed when it dawned on me what he was asking. I wasn't into diapers. I never had been, but I wondered if he was? And what would that mean for me? What if he was into them and was disappointed that I wasn't? What if?
“I can hear you thinking, Baby.”
“Are you… what are you, um, into?”
“That's not how this works, Sam. And that's not what I asked. So please answer my question.”
“I… uh…” I could feel my face heat up and thought about how to best phrase it without embarrassing myself even further. But there was no easy way to say it, so I sighed. “I am a big boy, but I like… I like my Daddy to help me.”
“I like that too, but it's too early for that. So, for tonight I'll trust you to take care of it yourself.”
I nodded against his shoulder and shuddered. Just thinking about having Daddy help me in the bathroom felt right. Being in diapers had never appealed to me, but it sure sounded good to have my Daddy help me.
“I know what you’re thinking, Baby, but we're not going down that road tonight.”
“How do you know what I was thinking?” I sat up and stared at Jakob. He couldn´t know. He wasn´t that good as a Detective. But when he grinned, I frowned. He wasn't, was he?
“You shuddered, and you started to squirm on my lap. I repeat myself. Nothing sexual tonight, and we won't go there either. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good Boy.” Jakob leaned forward, and for a second, I thought he would kiss me, but he pressed his lips to my nose instead and smiled. “Go to the bathroom, please, and be a big boy for me. Wash your hands, and then we’ll cuddle on the couch.”
Ten minutes later, snuggled up on the couch. Jakob laid on his back while I was splayed over the top of him. We browsed through a streaming service to decide which movie we want to watch when I suddenly spotted one. “Look! ‘How to Train a Dragon.’ Can we watch that? Please, Daddy? Pretty Please?”
“Pretty Please with sprinkles?” Jakob laughed but selected the movie. He dropped the remote on the table and started to pet my hair. I sighed. Being so close to him was so, so, so. Huh. I couldn’t find the words. It was the stuff of dreams. I always imagined what it would be like to have a Daddy. The reality was so much better than my imagination. I felt safe, and his caressing calmed me in a way I had never experienced. I sighed contently and snuggled even closer to Jakob.
“I think I'm going to keep you. You're a good Daddy.”
“I'm glad you think so because I think you're a perfect boy.”
“Good. That's good.” I smiled and concentrated on the movie and slipped my thumb into my mouth. Not even half an hour into our movie, I dozed off. I startled awake when Jakob gently shook my shoulder.
“Come on, Peanut.”
“N-n… sleepy.”
“Yes, that's why we're going to bed.”
“N-No. Sl-sleep here.”
“We are not sleeping on the sofa, Peanut.” Jakob pushed my arm, and I swatted his hand away. I was so tired and relaxed. “It's too small for both of us. I have a nice big comfy bed, and I’ll hold you all night.”
“All night?” I cracked an eye open and looked at Jakob, who nodded with a smile. Damn, that was a better deal than sleeping on the sofa. Sighing, I got up and followed Jakob down the hallway. He led me to his bedroom, where I saw a cute plush penguin on the bed. “A penguin!”
“I thought you might like a stuffie to sleep with.”
“Thank you!” I contemplated what was more critical, the lonely plushie on the bed, or thanking Daddy properly for it. Before I could rush over to the bed, I remembered the Scooby-Doo incident and turned around to hug Jakob. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You´re welcome, Peanut. Now go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. I put a toothbrush on the sink for you.”
“Uh. Okay.” I hesitated, wondering if he would think that I'm weird that I want him to help me. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Peanut?”
“Do you… would you…”
“Do you want Daddy to help you with brushing your teeth?” Jakob asked, and I sighed in relief and nodded. “Come on then. Let's get you ready for bed.”
Smiling, I went into the bathroom and stood by the sink. There was a bright blue toothbrush waiting for me, but I didn't take it. Instead, I waited for Jakob. I could see him in the mirror, stepping up behind me and taking the toot
hbrush. I watched him put toothpaste on it, then he quickly rinsed it with water and held it up. “Open up, Peanut.”
I did, all the time watching Daddy brush my teeth in the mirror. Even if it wasn't sexual, there was something so intimate about it. The way he held me to his chest, the way he brushed my teeth for me until he was satisfied that they were clean.
“Rinse.” I did, and Jakob kissed the top of my head again. “Good Boy. Ready for bed?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Jakob smiled at me and led me back to bed. Finally, I got to grab my penguin, and I clutched him to my chest. His was soft and fit perfectly into my arms. I snuggled him closer and rubbed his fur on my cheek.
“Does he have a name?”
“Oh, no. I talked to Mr. Penguin, and he said that only a special Little Boy could name him. Do you think you can take care of that?”
“Oh, yes, I can give him the best name.”
“I knew you could. I told him to be brave and patient because I had a special boy in mind.”
I snuggled my new friend so hard. I had to find the best, most perfect name for my new fuzzy friend.
Jakob pulled the comforter back and gestured for me to hop into the bed. I climbed in on all fours, turned around, and plopped down. The bed was warm and cozy and smelled like Jakob. I loved it. He wrapped the comforter around me and went to the other side of the bed.
I watched as he climbed in. He turned towards me and took off my glasses. Without them, I could only make out the outlines of his face, and when he saw me blinking at him, he came closer. “Hi. It's me.”
“Ha ha, very funny, Daddy.”
I rolled closer to him. “You told me you'd hold me all night, Daddy.”
“I did. Come here.” I wriggled until I was close enough so he could wrap his arms around me. Wow. This felt amazing. So warm and safe.
“Jakob?”
“Yes, Baby?”
I loved the nicknames he had for me. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes. Did you?”
“I did. I loved taking care of you. How about we go on a date tomorrow night?”