Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
As I promised yesterday, here's a snippet from one of my Ageplay-related WIPs. A possible blurb:
My Master Daddy and I don't celebrate most holidays already in existence. I asked for us to try a year of holidays created by me. Twelve different holidays that fit our unique relationship and personalities.
Spankymas- the two days between Shaman's and my birthdays
“Daddy,” I call out while holding a pony, drawing out the d's in the middle, “I has an idea for something fun for the year. Are ya game?”
Daddy rolls his eyes. “So being a Little means messed up words to you? I thought we agreed to no lisping.”
“I didn't lisp when I asked are ya game, Daddy.” I kneel in front of him in his big recliner chair. “Are ya? Are ya?”
“What's your idea? I hope it doesn't cost a lot.”
“We make a year of new holidays. One a month, Daddy. Things we like better than established holidays that give us bad memories.” I bat my eyelashes at him as I look at his face. “Like since your days off fall on the day after your birthday and the next, we'd have the those two days to have Spankymas, to link our birthdays.” I nod with what I hope is a serious expression. I fall back onto the ground, narrowly missing his computer, as I burst into giggles.
Daddy reaches down to grab me by my collar.
“Daddy, Daddy! I said the day after your birthday!” I yelp as I find myself falling across his lap and grabbing the side of his chair so I don't knock a bunch of stuff to the floor.
“If I'm your Daddy, I think I can spank you whenever you're being a brat. And that's most of the time you're awake.”
“Owwie!” I'm gonna stay Little and not have my brain go wonky into enjoying the spanking. I swear!
“Do I have to take you to bed and spank you there so you remember you enjoy it?”
“Maybe, Daddy.” I grin and bat my eyelashes again.
“Spankymas. You got a few weeks to think on this.”
Come back next Wednesday the 20th to enjoy some of Februarys's holiday.