Danny is in pure bliss, his face lit with joy, and my heart swelling with pride as I watch on. This… him free, me guiding… is what I've craved for so long. And now I have it. It almost feels too good to be true. But even if it is, I’m going to indulge myself in the fantasy and enjoy every moment like it’s my last.
But as playtime winds down, the clock nears lunch.
"Time to go, boy,” I say, a smile on my face. “Restaurant calls."
Danny pouts, stacking one last block.
"Awww, but Daddy... five more minutes?"
" Now, Danny," I chuckle, but sensing that Danny might not quite be in the mood to listen to his Daddy right now.
Then, out of nowhere, Danny knocks the tower over dramatically.
"No fair!” Danny says as he stomps his feet. “We're having fun! Don’t be boring!"
"Watch the sass," I warn. “We’ve had a wonderful time. Don’t put a bad edge to it with that tone, boy.
To my shock, Danny sticks his tongue out.
"Make me," he says, and follows up with a raspberry.
The challenge hangs—the boy has pushed it too far, spilling into a defiance that needs correction. I can sense the other Daddies watching on with interest. They can see how big and strong my boy is, and right now that very same boy seems to think he can forget all his manners and not expect anything back in return.
It’s time to show Danny that I didn’t earn my reputation as a rebellious chef by accident…
“Right, have it your way,” I say, my voice firm but under control. “Excuse me everyone, but this over excited boy needs his bottom heated up.”
To the sound of gasps from the watching Littles, I take Danny by the hand and march him over toward the large snuggle couch over by the play castle.
And with and swift unbuttoning of his romper, Danny’s naked bottom is fully on display and my hand is coming down on his deliciously full cheeks with the perfect disciplinary rhythm.
“Daddy! Daddy!Owwww!” Danny squeals. “Sorry! Sorry!”
I hold Danny in position and continue to redden his buttocks, the sound of Daddies clapping in approval ringing around the rumpus area.
“Naughty boys get their butts warmed,” I say, focusing for one moment on Danny’s left cheek with a swift triple spank, and then doing the same on his right cheek. “Now, tell me, have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Chef! Yes, Daddy!” Danny says, genuine remorse in his voice as I bring down the last spank. “I… I… I was just having so much fun. I didn’t want it to end.”
“Well, that’s understandable,” I say, taking Danny by the hand and walking him over to the changing area where my bag—and some much needed cooling gel—is residing. “But you sassed too hard. Manners are important, you know that.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Danny says, his voice quiet as he faces the wall and presents his sore butt for my cooling gel and soothing hands. “I… I just don’t ever want us to stop having fun. Not now. Not after my work here is done. You know?”
“I know,” I reply. “I knowexactlywhat you mean my lovely big baby boy…”
Chapter 13
Danny
The evening sun dips low outside the windows as we step into Olivier's apartment, the city lights starting to flicker on like distant stars.
My body's buzzing from the day— that wild playtime at the Dancing Daisy, the unexpected spanking that left my bottom tingling in the best way, and now this quiet return to my Daddy’s sleek space.
After the Dancing Daisy Olivier had restaurant work to do, and I was more than happy to go for a walk around the city and check out some cool spots. I don’t always need company, and often I find that I actually love to be by myself. It lets me think, process things quietly, and just enjoy myself in a more tranquil way. I know that I might not look like the kind of guy who would enjoy that, but it’s who I am, and I’m cool with it!
Anyway…
Olivier locks the door behind us, his hand warm on my lower back as he guides me inside. "Bath time, boy," he says, voice low and commanding but with that soft edge I've come to love. "You need to unwind."
