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   Eric - Chapter 5: Rules
Warnings: Mb, extreme pedo, ws, bdsm

   (c) 2009 storieseric@gmail.com

   I suppose the next formative thing I should cover is punishments.  Both
the play punishments and how sex play was sometimes used as rewards.

   I've tried many times to reconstruct the talk my daddies and I had the
weekend after JimBob's first time babysitting me.  Honestly, I was very
confused, and they weren't helping.  They knew I was talking about BDSM,
but I didn't.  I didn't even know what the words meant.  So there I was
trying to figure out what I felt so I could express it, while they were
trying to figure out if someone had been trying to abuse me.

   The only exchange I remember clearly was when the conversation finally
seemed to turn around.

   Daddy Rae asked, "Has one of the teachers been spanking you?"

   Frustrated, I dropped my cheek to the table and mumbled, "Not the way I
want them to."

   I also remember saying at some point, "When you spank me it tingles
inside.  Like playing sex but not.  I wanna feel that with playing sex
too."

   Conversations when you are five and a half are short, no matter how
intense they are.  Much sooner than my daddies were happy with, I slipped
away from the table and went out to play with the neighbor's dog.  It was a
mutt I called "Brown" because his eyes and fur were the same shade of
brown. A fence seperated us, but we had fun anyway.

   While I was out playing my daddies discussed a lot of things.  BDSM is a
huge can of worms that they would have preferred to put off with me for as
long as they could.  But it was inevitable since Daddy Chase is a sub, and
the whole drinking pee issue.  They eventually agreed to just see where I
took it, and to make sure I talked about how I felt about each thing.

   Eventually, Daddy Rae called me back inside.  I came reluctantly, still
not sure if I was in trouble or not.  Parents acting weird to something
you've said is never a good sign.

   Daddy Chase was in the livingroom with drinks for all of us.  Iced tea
for Daddy Rae and me, water for Daddy Chase.  TV was off.  Looked like more
talking was in store.  They sat me between them on the couch, each with a
hand on my thigh.

   "Daddy Rae and I have agreed to let you try this." Daddy Chase smiled at
me.  "But this is an adult thing and comes with adult rules.  Think you can
handle that?"

   I nodded as vigorously as I could.  To be allowed to do an adult thing,
I would agree to anything!

   Daddy Rae turned my head towards him with a finger.  "First you have to
understand why punishments happen.  You only get punished when you break a
rule.  The punishment helps you remember next time." I must have looked
confused.  "Do you remember the last spanking you got?"

   I hung my head, "Uh-huh."

   "Why did you get spanked?"

   "'Cause I ran into the street?" I had wanted to say ''Cause you were mad
at me.', but I knew that wasn't the right answer, so I guessed instead.

   "And do you think about it when you go near the street now?" I nodded
and a little gear turned over in my brain.  He was right.  Was that what
all punishments were for?  If so, some of them didn't work.  Like standing
in the corner.

   Daddy Chase ran his finger under the leg of my shorts, so I looked up at
him.  "Real punishments are for real rules.  Play punishments are for play
rules.  No mixing the two, got that?"

   I nodded again.  That was obvious, it was just playing pretend.  "Of
course, silly."

   He continued, "Now, play punishments can hurt, but they're something you
want to happen.  So the play rules are rules that you try to follow, but
it's ok if you break them."

   "Um..." This was something I hadn't thought of.  Rules that were ok to
break?  Maybe even rules that I was supposed to break?  I couldn't think of
any rule I knew that was like that.

   "One more thing, tiger," Daddy Rae said.  "When you're being play
punished, you might want to pretend to be hurt.  But Daddy Chase and I
don't want to really hurt you when we're just playing.  Remember that you
can always call a time out."

   I giggled and thought about calling a time out when I was standing in a
corner.

   "What kind of rules?"

   "Usually silly game-" Daddy Chase Began.

   Daddy Rae interrupted.  "Try this one." He scooted back and lifted my
legs to his lap.  "Lay back and stay as still and quiet as you can.  If you
laugh, I'll have to spank you."

   I laid my head in Daddy Chase's lap and wiggled into place.  I figured
he would tickle me, either with fingers or his mouth.  Instead, he started
petting me, long soft strokes along my legs, smoothing out my shirt,
lifting my arms and out to my palms.  A second pair of hands started at my
waist and caressed me all the way to the top of my head.  I watched warily,
wondering when the loving would turn into tickles.  I didn't notice my body
getting more sensative, or my breathing increasing.

   Daddy Rae slid my shorts off slowly, one hand stroking the newly exposed
skin.  Then Daddy Chase did the same with my shirt.  As Daddy Rae removed
my underwear, I felt my eyes wanting to close.  Everything was warm and
loving and peaceful.  I had a stiffy at this point and wanted them to pet
it too, but it was the one place they would not touch.

   I squirmed.  And in response to my squirm the tickling began, though not
in a way I expected.  The motions stayed the same but my daddies switched
to fingertips.  I gasped as a soft tickling joined the warm feelings.  Of
course I squirmed more, my own motions making their fingers tickle more.  I
had wanted to resist laughing, at least for a little bit.  The tickling
wasn't even that intense.  But I had lost all of my willpower.

   Daddy Rae lifted my feet with one hand, forcing my knees to open wide.
His fingers traced down my thighs and over my bum.  Even that tickled,
drawing laughter out of me in gasps.  Daddy Chase held my hands in his lap
and stroked my ribs.

   He grinned down at me.  "Naughty boy, laughing when we told you not to.
We'll have to spank you now."

   I was looking in Daddy Chase's eyes when Daddy Rae's first spank landed.
The noise was frighteningly loud, but the pain was much less than expected.
His hand struck just below my sack and over my bum hole, sending a wave of
shock and tingles deep into my bowels.  I kept laughing.

   The sensations sort of muted each other.  Daddy Chase kept tickling me,
and the tickles took on a milky texture.  Each spank from Daddy Rae was
harder than the last, the pain sparkling inside me in a way that was just
as intense as a normal spank but somehow easier to endure.  They held my
hands and feet hard as my body squirmed out of my control.

   With every spank, the milky feel of where I was being tickled would
increase, and that spot would stop being as ticklish.  And Daddy Chase
would move to a new spot, or tickle harder.  The sensations began to
overwhelm me, going past where I would normally call 'uncle'.

   Either Daddy Chase stopped tickling or I stopped being ticklish, or
both. I stopped squirming, and I found myself wanting to laugh from the
sparkly thuds of Daddy Rae's spanks.  But I was hiccupping instead.

   Daddy Rae slipped off the couch and drew my legs straight.  I could feel
the weave of the couch with my bum in amazing detail.  He sucked my stiffy
into his mouth, milking it with his tongue and lips.  What normally felt
like intense pleasure felt instead like intense releif.  I melted into the
couch and just lay there while Daddy Rae brought me to a fantastic dry cum.

   I may have passed out then.  The memory ends there anyway.  But you know
what?  Spanking really does improve your memory.  This is one of the
clearest memories I have from that year.  And some of that advise turned
out to be more important than it sounded.  Anybody who's explored BDSM
would recognize the 'time out' as the concept of a safeword, which is a
very important concept even if it's not always used.

   Just as important to me was the concept of different types of rules, and
different types of punishments.  And that there could be reasons for
breaking some types of rules.  I came up with my own types, and I think it
helped me deal with things a lot better.

   School Rules are ones that are there just because someone in charge said
so.  Like 'No talking during class.' or 'No one is allowed in the gym
unless a teacher is there.' They most likely server a purpose, but might
just as well be silly.  The most you get punished for breaking these rules
is a spanking or detention or not being allowed to do something fun. 
Nothing permanent.  Breaking these tules isn't evil, but the punishments
aren't fun, so don't get caught.

   Friend Rules are different.  They're things like 'Don't hit girls.' and
'Don't lie.' No one specifically made them and no one specifically gives
punishments for breaking them.  But the punishments you do get last a long
time.  Breaking these rules never makes you feel good about yourself, even
when it's necessary.

   Safety Rules have two punishments.  The first happens if you get caught
by someone responsible.  The second happens if you're not careful when you
break the rule.  There's nothing wrong with breaking one of these rules,
unless someone gets hurt.  Then you realize how stupid you were.  These are
the most dangerous rules to break, and the ones people break most often. 
There's nothing evil about breaking these rules as long as it's only you
that can get hurt.

   I still haven't decided if breaking a Friend Rule is evil.  I suppose
they are if you're being selfish or angry.  There are definately times when
it's not evil to lie, at least.

   Game Rules don't count.  You obey them or not to have fun with the game.
Treating them more seriously than that can cause problems.

   Church Rules are weird.  Most of them fall into another category.  Not
taking the Lord's name in vain sounds to me like a School Rule, even though
some take it very seriously and others don't seem to care.  The Golden Rule
is a Friend Rule.  All the rest of the rules I lump into this category are
variations on 'Don't hurt others.' or 'Don't hate.' These are the closest
ones I can find to defining an evil action, and they are the hardest to
follow.  When someone comes up to you on the playground and punches you,
it's hard to not fight back.  It's even harder to not hate him, at least
for a little while.  I just hope that all the small good things I do
outweigh the small evil ones.

   So how does this tie in to what I was saying before?  Well the
straightforward one is that 'naughty' rules are Game Rules.  More
importantly is that I understood the consequences for breaking different
types of rules.  When I got frustrated or mad at my daddies, and wanted to
break a rule to get back at them, I chose the type of rule.  I never
considered telling anyone about the sex play they did with me.  That would
hurt them a lot (Church Rule), be breaking a promise I made (Friend Rule),
and would cause all sorts of unknown things to happen to me (Safety Rule).

   Even when I was mad enough at them to not care about the first two, and
didn't much care about the last one, I still didn't tell.  So the
explanation isn't perfect.  I'm still working on it.