Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Are you ready for your bath, adorable boy?”

I smiled, gooey warmth spreading through me. I loved when he called me adorable. It made me feel special, and I needed it now more than ever after that spanking.

I pouted at Daddy and wrapped my arms around myself.

“Don’t give me that look.” He walked over to me and pulled me into his chest. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry for being so rough on you. Forgive me?” He nuzzled the side of my face and kissed my temple. “Please. Am I forgiven?”

Him going from all mad to needing my forgiveness made my breath hitch. I nodded, and he sighed.

“Good. Let’s get you in the bath. Up you go.”

Daddy swung me up in his arms, and I settled on his side with my thumb in my mouth. He carried me to the bathroom across the hall, where he’d already prepared my bath, and lowered me. I sighed. That was nice. The warm, silky water soothed the ache a little.

I loved baths, but knowing how much time we’d already wasted, I didn’t fuss when Daddy quickly cleaned me. I couldn’t quite hide my pout, though, when he lifted me out of the bath way too soon and patted me dry. My breath hitched in my throat as Daddy reached the soft curls in which my boy bits nestled. I tried. I really did, but it got all hard when Daddy rubbed at it with the towel.

Daddy frowned up at me.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t mean to do it.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He turned me around, dried my back, and spread my cheeks. He pressed the soft cloth against my ass, and I shivered, gritting my teeth to stop the moan.

“You haven’t been playing with yourself again, have you, baby?” He pressed a finger against my tight hole, and I clenched my muscles.

“No, Daddy.” Not that I didn’t want to, but the one time I had, Daddy had slapped my fingers so badly with a ruler that I hadn’t dared do it again.

“Good boy. Do you remember what Daddy told you?”

“Sex is bad,” I murmured.

“Exactly. Sex makes you dirty and will spoil Daddy’s favorite toy.”

“And if I have sex, I can’t be Daddy’s baby anymore.”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Daddy was the only person in the world who cared about me, and I didn’t want him to send me away.

“That’s a good boy. Now let’s get you dressed.”

I walked in front of Daddy, back to my bedroom. He had me sit at the edge of the bed, and I swung my feet and hung my head while he got my big boy clothes. He returned with dark pants and a hoodie. Daddy snagged a pair of white underwear—the kind that looked almost transparent when wet. I hated putting them on. I wanted my diaper, but Daddy needed me to be a big boy tonight. Maybe if I was good, he would allow me to put my diaper back on later.

“Are you listening to Daddy?”

I raised my head and nodded.

“Good. Hold your arms up.” He slipped the hole of the shirt over my head. “Now listen to me carefully. Your job tonight is very simple. A single shot. That’s all you need to take.”

I held a finger to Daddy’s head. “Bang.” Daddy jerked at the loud explosion that came from my lips. “Like that, Daddy?”

He scowled. “Yes, exactly like that, but don’t fire imaginary guns at Daddy. That’s bad.”

I giggled. “I think it’s fun. You should have seen the look on your face, Daddy. Were you terrified of me?”

“Of course not. You’d never hurt Daddy, and Daddy will never hurt his little boy.”

“Yeah, I’d never hurt you, Daddy. I only bang bang the bad men.”

“Yes. Do you remember what this bad man’s name is?”