Thank you! I love that you read them <3
My bottom finally defeated @thepaddedpunk’s evil bathbrush! Boys 1, daddies 0!
your butt just leveled up!
This is too cute. It needs a reblog.
Joseph looked at the brush, and crossed his arms. “Well.”
Evan bit
his lip, trying to look demure and not completely smug. He was on
his belly, told not to move from punishment position.
“You broke my brush.”
“I apologize for damaging your property Sir.”
“Oh don’t you get coy with me. You must be pretty pleased with yourself.”
“I am Sir,” Evan admitted.
Joseph
rubbed the scruff on his jaw. “I am not sure whether I should punish
you for this or not. But I would punish you by spanking, and I was
already punishing you.”
Evan pressed his face into the bed and giggled.
“Well. I think I’ll let you have this victory and decide your butt defeated my brush.”
“What? Really?”
“Really,” Jospeh said.
“Yay!”
“But-”
“Oh no,” Evan groaned.
“I’m going to buy a professional grade spanking paddle this time. And until it arrives in the mail, you get those days added onto your chastity time.”
Evan groaned louder. “Sir! Goddamn it. Why are you so creative with your punishments??”
It was Joseph’s turn to chuckle. “Because I’m the Daddy and you’re the boy.”
Evan groaned for a third time. He had to admit he was right. He also really hoped Daddy picked priority shipping when he did their online shopping later.
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“Good morning.”
“Morning, babe.”
“I made you coffee.”
“Aw, thank you.”
“And I’m going to serve it to you in my underwear.”
“That’s very nice of you to do so.”
“Wanna go for a swim after breakfast?”
“Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea. Can we do it naked?”
“Oh someone is frisky this morning.”
“Mmnn your abs are so hot. This sight of you in your underwear is just making me horny that’s all.”
“Oops. That was totally not my intention.”
“You are such a terrible liar!”
“Hush and drink your coffee before it gets cold.”
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Blessed are the butts.
That’s a shirt you don’t buy for yourself. That’s a shirt that is earned and gifted.
After taking communion, Jordan went to the confessional and spoke to the Priest.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned…”
“Tell me of your sins, boy.”
“…Do you have enough time?”
“Enough time?” the priest asked.
“Yes. I mean, all of those things I did with the boys…”
The priest choked.
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Analytics~
Here’s some fun facts. 53% of my views come from the US, with the other half being a smattering of 61 other countries. Second and third place is UK and Germany. There’s even users in St. Vincent & Grenadines, which is pretty cool. Most of my users use Chrome as a browser. 2/3rds of my readers are 35 and under. Only 1/3 of my readership is listed as male (Google only lists two genders as options).
Also apparently this post about chastity and incest still drives a lot of traffic to my blog despite how old it is. Yay incest?
I kind of wonder how Google Analystics knows all of this…
Fuckin adorable.
Cum’ere, time for scritches!
(Seriously l, how could you not??)Awoooo~ coming over!!!! *wags*
Wanna snuggle this puppy soooo bad.
I love snuggles!!! Come puppy let’s snuggle @pupartemis
Gladly handsome!! @padthaitaco Get up in my lap and I’ll give you tons of loving.
George sighed. He hadn’t been able to eat an entire sandwich by himself since his pup started living with him. That face was just too much. He was too cute. George knew giving in had created this bad behavior.
“No,” he said.
His puppy whined.
“No, I fed you recently, Marble. I can’t have you doing this behavior when I guests over.”
The whining increased. George ate the whole sandwich. “See? Not for pups.” He dusted crumbs off his shirt into the sink. “Go chew on your toys. I have work to do, babe. You’ll get a snack later.“ George gave Marble a scritch behind the ears as a sign-off.
George was working at his laptop when he heard the fridge door open and close.
“What the…” George got up to explore when he heard the storm door to the backyard open and shut. “Marble!” He jogged to the kitchen. His pup was standing in the backyard with the entire bag of deli meat in his mouth.
“No! Bad pup!”
And that’s how George spent five minutes chasing a bag of ham around the backyard, before finally winning. He took the bag back.
“BAD Marble! Very bad pup.” He turned Marble around and gave him a spanking right there in the yard.
The boy yowled and wiggled, but he’d been bad and he knew it.
“You stay out here until you know what it’s like to be a good pup. I’ll let you in during dinner. You lost your snack privilege.”
Marble lowered his head and gave George mournful eyes.
“That’s right puppy. Pups are not in charge. I am in charge. You’re a pup. Right boy?”
“Arf,” Marble said.
“That’s right.” George said, heading back inside with the ham. It wasn’t always fun being the alpha in the household, but someone had to set rules. Pups couldn’t run the place, and ham couldn’t be a treat if he got it when-ever you wanted.
There was however a chance for dessert after dinner for Marble if he behaved. George knew he would.
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Captions are fictional.
Quick note – I identified the young man in yesterday’s marriage caption. His real name is Bobby Hicks. He has a Tumblr-based website here full of lots of pretty pictures, but keep in mind every post he is used to promote a product. There’s also some pictures here. His Instagram is here.
Having a cold sucks.