Luke's Kitten ✔

11

Michael swung his feet under the table, looking down at the paper in front of him.

"Daddy no do right."

"What?" I asked, looking down at him.

He took a pencil and started to scribble on the paper. I watches him, unable to read his fancy penmanship upside down. When he was done he handed me the paper back.

"All what daddy like?" Michael asked.

"I just coped down what was in the book." I stated.

He shook his head, "No, daddy write what he like then Mikey say no to what he no like."

"Alright." I mumbled, crossing out two things I didn't like.

He took the paper back and glancing at what I crossed out, "Me no like too."

Michael scribbled a bit more, adding lines and words.

"All done. Mikey play wit Daniel now?" He asked, staring up at me.

"Yeah. Be good." I dismissed.

"Mikey be good." He replied before walking out of the room.

I nodded and looked down at the paper filled with his writing.

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Dom: Luke Hemmings

Prefered Name(s): Daddy

Sub: Michael Clifford

Prefered name(s): Baby, Babyboy, Kitten, Little one

Rules:

No swearing

Be polite and obey dominants, they know best

Use your stoplight colors

Breaking the rules and get punished

No pleasuring yourself unless told to

Tell your dominate when you're upset or don't feel well

Always Behave

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I quickly glanced down at the punishments and rewards. He seemed to know what he liked considering the list was a bit long and detailed.

I set the paper in my desk, locking it up. I walked out into the kitchen, finding Michael laying on the couch clutching Daniel to his chest. He was sucking on his thumb and his tail was wrapped around his waist.

His soft white shirt was up a bit, exposing his soft tummy. Michael had on a pair of Calum's old flannel sweatpants that he cut for the hybrid's tail. I went over to him and carefully picked him up.

Michael whined in his sleep, curling closer to me. His legs loosely wrapped around my hips and he brushed his cheek against my shoulder to get comfortable. I started walking towards the the staircase and he whimpered, sucking on his thumb.

"It's just me...baby." I added, trying to get used to calling him that.

He let me carry him up to his room, which was placed right next to mine. His original room was closer to calum and Ashton's, which is in the west wing, but we decided he'd need to be closer to me, in the east wing.

All our rooms are sound proof so we don't have to worry about that.

"Daddy?" Michael whispered in his sleep, rubbing his eye.

"Go back to sleep baby." I whispered, laying him down on his bed.

"Okay daddy." Michael mumbled, rolling over and slipping into his dream again.

I pulled his pink blanket up to his shoulders before stepping away.

"Goodnight baby."