What does Daddy John do to cheer you up? Like after your punishment is over and you’re forgiven but you’re still just a bit sad, what does he do to cheer you up?

Punished? I’m purely a delight; everyone says so. Delights don’t get punished.

…Did that work? Did they buy it? No? Damn.

*sigh* I’ve been informed that I ‘sulk’ (which it isn’t ‘sulking’; it’s more than reasonable, no, EXPECTED, that the punished individual should curl up into any place of their choosing to nurse their wounds for as long as they want), but of course, Joh–Daddy, doesn’t get that, and he’ll do any number of things to get me to stop.

Hugging is always first. Rubbing tender spots (if there are any). Plenty of kisses. If he still thinks I’m being too quiet or sullen, he’ll stop and ask me asinine questions that would make even the average person roll their eyes to try and get me distracted (”Who’s nose is this?” “That’s my nose, obviously.” “No, that’s Daddy’s nose!”).

His very last resort, though, if nothing else has gotten a rise out of me…is tickles.

Which is one-hundred percent utterly cheating because he knows it works, every time, without fail.