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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.
