Daddy

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Daddy says I have a treat when I get home from school today.

I already know what it is. Daddy always gives me the same thing.

I don’t really like the treat much. But don’t tell Daddy, it would be rude of me to say so.

The first time he gave me the treat was on my birthday…I was 5 years old. Now I’m 7. I’m going to be 8 in a few weeks.

I had just finished my party and all the kids from my class went home. I don’t like them, but Mommy says it’s important to be popular. But anyways, I was putting away my cake (it’s important to clean our own messes) and Daddy said to come to his room for a special birthday treat. So after the cake was put away, I went in and he told me how I was becoming a big boy, and the treat he was about to give me was only for big boys.

I’m an even bigger boy now. Daddy says I have a better treat coming for my next birthday.

Daddy made me feel inside his pants and told me that was my treat. He told me to get at the good part, I had to suck (don’t bite) and I’d get the surprise.

I don’t much like the surprise. It tastes bad and my mouth hurts when I do it. But don’t tell Daddy, it’s rude to say you don’t like presents.

To be honest (it’s important to tell the truth), I don’t really feel very good when Daddy gives me the treat. It makes my neck hurt and my head spin and I don’t think its right. But Daddy wouldn’t be happy if I said so. It’s important to make your parents happy.

Once, I peeked into my brothers’ room and saw him giving his girlfriend a treat like Daddy gives me. And they both seemed to think it was okay. My brother didn’t see me though. I don’t think you’re supposed to see someone giving the treat away.

I never asked my brother about it. Because it’s a secret (I think) and you shouldn’t talk about secrets.

Lately, Daddy’s started touching my private spot. And I don’t think that’s right. But you should never go against your parents.

I don’t really like it when he does that either. It kind of feels good, but it also feels really weird and I don’t think Daddies should do that.

Almost home now.

I always sit alone on the bus, because the other kids think I’m kind of weird. I don’t mind. I don’t like them anyways, and you should only be friends with people you like.

Well, this is my stop. Now I get to go home and get my treat.

Once, Johnny was saying that his dad gave him a new bike for a treat. I wish I could have a new bike, instead of…what I get. But don’t tell Daddy, we don’t have much money and it wouldn’t be very grateful. You should always be grateful for what you have.

But maybe when I go in the door, Dad will be waiting with a Happy Meal. We don’t get to eat out often, and that would be a very nice treat. Or maybe he’ll have gotten a new game for our Nintendo. I haven’t had a new game for a long time.

But that’s not going to happen. I just got home and Daddy wants me to come to his room again. So right now, I’m going to have to be quiet.

It’s wrong to tell secrets.