This place is safe, discreet, and I’m grateful for it.
Miles is about to learn what happens when he breaks my rules, and we’re doing it where no one’s gonna interfere…
“So, do you have anything to say for yourself?” I ask, closing the playroom door behind me and casting my eyes around the plush, pastel colored set-up.
“Bleurgh. I just wanted some fun,” Miles says, his lawyer exterior long melted away, probably in no small part down to a huge sugar overload and being around all the other Littles in the café. “Are you… going to… p-p-p-punish me now?”
“You’re a quick learner, Little Lawyer,” I say, walking over toward the comfy patchwork couch and taking a seat. “Now be a good boy and pull your trousers and briefs off. Fold them neatly and place them in the corner. Top off too. Daddy wants to see his boy as naked as the day he was born.”
I watch as Miles does exactly as he’s told, not a hint of sass or back-chat.
“Good boy,” I say, my cock stiffening in my trousers as I see Miles naked, his soft but athletic body on display for me. “Put your hands on your head and walk slowly toward me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Miles replies, his bare chest looking good enough to eat.
I wait a moment, drinking in the sight before me.
The anticipation is getting to Miles too, the way he crossed one foot over the other as he stands telling me everything I need to know. His cock is twitching, exposed, and looks like it’s only moments away from turning harder than a steel pipe. But this is a spanking. Anything else will simply have to wait.
“Now lie across Daddy’s lap,” I command. “You’re going to get a thorough spanking. You can kick and squeal all you like,but this bottom is going to be lit up good and proper. Do you understand?”
“I… I… understand,” Miles answers, gingerly lying across my lap, no doubt fully aware of the big, hard outline of my cock as it presses up against him. “I… I…mmmmph.”
I smile as I feel Miles grinding his crotch against me.
The boy might be turned on now, but by the time I’m finished with his butt I think he’ll have other things on his mind…
“One!” I bellow, landing a hard spank to his left cheek and follow it up with a shot to his right buttock. “Two!”
“Owww! Owwww! Owwww!” Miles hollers, his legs instinctively kicking in protest as I continue to lay down his punishment. “Yoooow! This is sooooo unfair! You stink, Daddy! I wanted milkshake!Yoooooow!”
I see right through Miles’ attempt to sass me.
The young man knows he is guilty of disobeying me and he knows that the more he protests, the more spanks he will receive. Well, if that’s the way he wants it, who am I to object?
And by the time Miles’ protests turn to quiet whimpers, I land one final spank—softer, almost playful—and immediately turn Miles over and cradle him in my arms.
“Daddy, I needed that…” Miles says, his hard cock throbbing against his stomach and a look of wonder in his eyes. “Work was hard. I felt weird there. Something’s up. I…”
“Hush, boy,” I say, running my fingers over Miles’ lips. “We can talk about all of that. Later. For now, I just want to get this butt cooled off, give you a cuddle, and then maybe we can go andgrab one last drink with your friend out there. How does that sound?”
I watch Miles smile sweetly and nod his head in agreement, his defiant sass replaced by his submissive Little streak.
But the truth is that I think webothneeded this spanking.
There might be difficult times ahead, but I’m beginning to think that what I’m fighting for is something way deeper than just the mission…
Chapter 13
Miles
The playroom at The Sugar Spoon is a pastel paradise, all soft pinks and blues, with plush rugs, a ball pit in one corner, and shelves stuffed with toys and coloring books.
The café’s closed now for the evening, the front door locked, leaving just a handful of members—Littles and their Daddies—using the space. I’m sprawled on a thick blanket in the den Jack and I built, a cozy fortress of pillows and stuffed animals in the far corner.
We’re both in rompers, mine a light purple with a unicorn print I borrowed from Jack, hers a sunny yellow with bumblebees, and the fluffy diapers underneath crinkle softly as we shift.
Bean is tucked beside me, his button eyes glinting under the fairy lights strung above us. My bottom’s still warm from Travis’s spanking, a tingling reminder that makes me squirm, but it’s a good kind of heat, the kind that settles my racing mind.
