Page 71 of Legends and Longing

“Sorry, Master.” Kinda because I had to pretend. “I’ll be your good boy.”

He sighed and shook his head. “We need to discuss what that word means.”

He’d like that but he was going to do it later because he put me over his lap. I squeaked but Daddy patted my bottom as he pulled my pants off. “This is important. You’ll be okay.”

Aww.

Daddy was so sweet.

Master was naughty because he spanked my bottom and got big happy feelings when I moaned. He made my bones go all squiggly except for my naughty one and I melted over his lap. Daddy even chuckled and fixed my legs so they were over his lap again. “I think he’s going to need more to make sure his behavior is impacted.”

Impacted.

Daddy was funny, and he was right because Master spanked me again and made it all even better.

Manners got better.

Happies got better.

My penis got better.

My bond even got better because I thought about Daddy and then I knew I could show him how amazing my spankings felt.

So I was a good sharer, and every time Master spanked my bottom, I shared with Daddy.

He was so happy for the new information he gasped and wiggled. “Oh. He.”

Master was distracted because he had to give me more spanks before he realized why Daddy kept moaning and jerking. “Is there a problem?”

No, but there was a situation.

A warm, squirmy, happy situation.

He was such a good Master. I got more spanks and once I was warm and tingly and floaty, he started rubbing my bottom. “I think our mate has almost learned his lesson.”

Maybe?

As long as almost got me a few more.

“He…that…” Daddy was making big breaths and squeaked. “He is…sharing.”

Yep.

“I’m…I’m a good helper.” Yes. I was their good boy. “Daddy likes…he likes…good helpers.”

I’d have been a better sharer if Master spanked me more or less or something, but my brain was fuzzy and my bottom hurt just right.

“My smart boy.” Master felt lots of happies and gave me another spank right in the middle of my bottom. It made me empty and wiggly, so he knew he had to do it again. “You’re a good helper for your Daddy.”

Yes.

I.

I was a good helper…and a good sharer because I made sure Daddy felt how wonderful special bottom spankings were.

“I…” I wiggled over them and rubbed my penis over Master’s lap. It felt so good Daddy moaned too. “I’m your good boy, Master. Daddy. I’m good…I’ll…I’ll ‘member.”

I could do it.