Page 17 of Schooling Little Sage

“Yes you are, but some people like the way those make them feel. Draws them into subspace so they can forget their bad stuff and let go of their stress.”

“Do-do you like that?” If he wanted to use those on me would I stick around for it?

“Me personally, no, but some of the Littles I’ve played with enjoyed impact play. Before you ask, it’s not a make it or break it for me. If for some reason you were ever naughty, we’d come up with our own means of punishment—together.”

“What-what kind of punishment?”

“Maybe timeout standing in the corner or writing lines or I’d take away play time for you that day. But whatever we decide on, we decide together. Understood?”

I nodded. “So, you promise to never hit me or make me bleed?”

His jaw flinched again. “That is an easy promise to make and I’m sorry someone did that to you. Sage, what happened to you today is serious. It’s PTSD and it triggered a panic attack.”

“Oh. Does that mean I’m broken?”

“No, sweetheart, it doesn’t. It just means you have some demons haunting you that you need help working through.”

“Do I have to go back to class?”

“No. That part of your life here is over unless you decide later that you want to take other courses. But that will be one hundred percent up to you.”

“’kay. Daddy, where are we?” I loved saying that, calling Warner Daddy. I wanted him to be my Daddy so badly. Plus, when I said it, he always smiled at me. Guess it made him happy too.

“My apartment. I wanted to take you away to rest in a quiet place. Plus, now you finally get to see where I live. How about we call in a dinner delivery and watch movies tonight?”

“I’d like that.”

He pulled his phone out and typed away.

I was far too comfy and relaxed to worry about anything. Besides, Daddy would take care of everything. Even though Warner wasn’t technically my Daddy before today, he’d more than proven himself to me and already put me first.

“What do you want to watch?”

“You pick, but nothing scary, please.” I had just gotten my crazy heart out of my ears. Who knew it pounded like that before you passed out.

“Daddy needs to get the door, sweet boy.” I hadn’t even heard the knock until it came again when he set me on the couch. It surprised me when Devon walked in carrying a pizza.

“You scared the bejesus out of me.” He crossed the room and nearly sat on me when he tried a sideways hug. “Are you okay?”

“Da-err, Warner saved me.” Wish I’d been awake to see it happen but waking up in his arms was the best part.

“Sweetheart, you can call me Daddy whenever you want. If you’re more comfortable saying Warner around others, that’s your choice.”

“You’ve got a smart Daddy, Sage. But seriously, are you alright?”

I had a Daddy of my own and a friend. I was a lucky boy. “Yeah, I-I, I don’t like that impact stuff. Do you like it?”

“Some of it I do, but it’s not for everyone and that’s okay.”

“Why do you like it?”

“Because it helps me forget. I have a very stressful job that sucks far too many hours and brain cells from my life. When I get to be Little, or sub for one of the Dom’s I trust, it’s the best way to let go. Besides, impact play isn’t about punishment. Most of the time, for me at least, it’s a funishment that comes with a wiggly happy ending.” Devon giggled.

Oh. Ohhhh.

“You’re adorbs when you blush.” He pressed his shoulder to mine. “You have my number and can text or call me anytime. Just know if I don’t answer for a while, it’s because I’m busy at work. Don’t for one second think I’m ignoring you. I’ll answer as soon as I get a brain break.”

“’kay.”