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   Eric - Chapter 7: Daddy Chase
Warnings: Mb, extreme pedo, bdsm

   (c) 2009 storieseric@gmail.com

   It just occurred to me that I'm making it sound like every older guy I
meet is a pedophile of one kind or another.  It's not true, though.  I've
been in Cub Scouts, softball, choir, and swimming classes at the Y without
meeting any new boylovers or perverts.  I met an older boy in the Boy
Scouts who I'm pretty sure is into little boys like me, but the leaders and
the scout master are oblivious.  And I've heard rumors about the middle
school gym teacher and the marching band leader, but they might be just
rumors.

   Most adults are oblivious.  Somewhere around one in a hundred notice
that I'm a sexual kid.  Some of them just smile at me.  Fewer try to make
some sort of contact with me.  Most of those I try to sedce, 'cause it's
fun.  And it's not fun to write about the ones I don't do anything with. 
So that's why it seems like everyone in my stories wants to get into my
pants.

   Similarly, almost all the sex I had was with my daddies, but I'm finding
it easier to write about the other guys because those were the exceptions
to the rule.  It's hard to remember a specific time I had sex with one of
my daddies because they all blur together.

   So let's try a few for each daddy.



   Christmas eve, when I was almost six.  Grandma Betty, Daddy Chase's mom,
was visiting.  She's the one who got me into orange tea, and taught me how
to make red velvet cake.  Because she was there, I had to wear clothes. 
And becase I didn't like wearing clothes, I was being punished.  For swats
on the bottom for every time I ran naked in front of Grandma.  I was up to
twelve, and Daddy Chase decided to take me to my room for a talk.

   The floor was scattered with legos and clothes.  Stuffed animals and
action figures fought for space on my computer desk and headboard.  A
stuffed blue snake coiled around a cage with two dwarf hamsters inside. 
Drawings and stickers covered everything else.

   Daddy Chase sat in the chair and turned me to face him.  I looked at my
feet, knowing I was in bad trouble.  He lifted my chin and gave me a tired
parent look.

   "You know what you did wrong, Eric?"

   I nodded sadly, trying not to cry.  Nothing seemed to hurt worse than
disappointing someone.

   "Do you know why you did it?"

   I sniffed and looked up at him.  Silly question.  I took my clothes off
just because.  There wasn't a reason, was there?

   "I-I...  forgot."

   He smirked, "Three times in one day?"

   I looked at the floor again.

   "Is someone ignoring you?"

   I shook my head.  Last week was boring because my daddies were working
so hard, but the weekend had been great so far.

   "Getting too excited over Christmas?"

   I shrugged but couldn't resist a smile.

   "You know there's still time for Santa to decide you've been bad."

   "Nooo..." I wrapped my arms around his legs and mumbled promises into
them.  He let me plead for a bit, then lifted my head again.

   "I think there's another reason you're misbehaving.  But first let's get
your punishment out of the way so Santa can call you a good boy again."

   I nodded and climbed into his lap.  I was still naked and could feel his
zipper dig into my side.  I could have shifted to be more comfortable, but
I didn't.

   He spanked me hard, hard enough to echo off the stairwell.  I cried into
his leg, trying to muffle the sounds.  Each blow sent a tingling shock
through my entire body.  All the while Daddy Chase reminded me that it's
rude to be naked in front of people you don't want to play sex with.

   When it was done, he rolled me over and said, "I thought so," and wiped
my tears.  I was too wrapped up in the spanking to respond.

   "Do you feel better now?" That got him a look, "Aside from your bottom?"
I hiccuped, swallowed, and thought.  I dd feel...  calmer.  I nodded
hesitantly, not sure what he meant.

   He laid his hand on my stiffy and I gasped, all pain in my bottom
instantly gone.  The tingling throughout my body remained, especially in my
stiffy.  I felt like I could cum any second.

   "We have a little masochist." I wasn't listening any more.  Daddy
Chase's fingers were doing wonderful things to my stiffy.  He drew
fingernails across my sore bottom and I whimpered, in a state where every
sensation felt good, the more intense the better.

   He kissed me hard as I came, preventing me from screaming, then softened
the kiss as I calmed down.  I pulled myself up to hug him, and trembled for
a while, while he pet my back.  It wasn't long before I fell asleep.

   Daddy Chase woke me before supper and made me get dressed again.  Supper
went quickly as I was eager to unwrap my one present on Christmas Eve.  I
picked the one Grandma Betty got for me because it looked like a movie.  It
turned out to be a video game, and I was lost in it for the rest of the
night.

   Grandma was asleep by the time I was forced to go to bed.  Daddy Chase
tucked me in and set my panda next to my pillow.

   "Have I been a good boy, daddy?" He chuckled and kissed me on the
forehead.

   "Well, mostly.  I'm sure Santa will be kind."

   "Why was I bad today?"

   "Hmm?"

   "You said you knew."

   He sat on the edge of the bed, preparing for a big conversation.  It was
a simple question, why couldn't it have a simple answer?

   "You were a special kind of horny.  You wanted to be punished."

   "Oh." That felt right, even though it didn't explain much.  "Why?"

   "That's a good question.  And if you figure out the answer, let me
know." I rolled my eyes.  "Only you can know why you feel things," he
continued.  "You have to learn to recognize your feelings or they can get
you into trouble, like today.  You could've just asked me or Daddy Rae to
play punish you."

   And the little gear clicked in my head again.  It was not that I had
done something bad, but I had done the wrong bad thing.

   "Is there something I can do instead?"

   "Asking not working for you?" I nodded and we both thought for a while.
I wasn't tired at all, and he seemed willing to let me not sleep, if I
could do it.

   We came up with several ideas before I conked out.  Most of them we
ended up changing before we used them, but the originals were fun.

   The master bedroom was off limits.  If I was caught in there, I would be
treated like a burgler.

   If I peed in the shower, I would get my willy spanked until it was red.

   'Forgetting' to wear my underwear would get me spanked in public, if we
were in a suitable place, or if not I would be spanked at home with a plug
in.  Extra special spanks if one of my daddies caught someone looking up my
shorts.

   Similarly, showing my bare belly or armpits when I had a shirt on would
get me tickles.

   Sucking on one of my daddies' willies while they tried to talk on the
phone would be punished by play with ice cubes or hot peppers, including me
eating at least one of whichever it was.

   Farting obnoxiously would get a plug put in me.

   If I found any of the hidden toys and played with them, then whatever I
was playing with would be used on me without explaining beforehand.

   Getting pictures or video of my friends naked would get me bound up and
licked all over.

   And touching the stiffy of an animal would get my hands scrubbed really
hard.  That was more of a disagreement than a rule.  I was up for playing
sex with anything, but Daddy Chase thought it was icky.  More on that
later.

   You know, Daddy Chase seems to like the idea of others wanting to play
sex with me, but not the actual others playing sex with me part.  I wonder
if he gets jealous?