Clinging to that hope that she was wildly overreacting, she used the master key she’d been given while she was covering for the RA to unlock his door and ease it open.
But instead of finding her babyboy curled up in bed, sleeping off his sickness, she found him perched in front of an elaborate computer setup, complete with multiple monitors, laughing like a loon at something on the screen.
“Got you, fuck-face!”
Oh, her Little boy was insomuch trouble.
Someone on the other side of the headset must have said something because Danny grinned as something on his screen exploded. “Playing hooky.”
So. Much. Trouble.
She hung back for a moment, curious to see how much more he confessed without knowing she was there. And the longer she listened, the angrier she got.
Until, at last, her boy sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s finish this mission and then I’ll go tell her.”
Taking that as her cue, she stepped up beside his chair, gripping the side of his headset and removing it from his ears. “Tell me what, Daniel James?”
If he hadn’t been in so much trouble it would have been almost comical the way he jerked in his chair, his eyes going wide as he stared up at her. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, boy,” a voice came through his headset. “Wrong thing to say.”
“Your friend is right, Daniel James. Say goodbye and then we’re going to have ourselves a chat.”
Worry filled the dark brown of her boy’s eyes. “But we’re in the middle of something,” he whined.
Pressing the mute button on the side of his headset, she leaned in until they were nearly nose to nose. “Little boy, you can either log off that game right now, or your friends can listen while Mommy paddles your bare bottom. What’s it going to be?”
“I’ll log off,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Good boy.”
She released her hold on his mic and crossed her arms while she waited for him to obey. With a sneaky little glance up at her, he cleared his throat, his cheeks going bright red as he spoke. “Um, I gotta go, guys. Talk to you later.”
Voices chorused through the headset and then he set it aside and logged off the game, his head drooping in such a “naughty Little boy” way she nearly laughed.
“Look at me, Daniel James.”
With a quiet sigh, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough to know you played hooky and you were apparently debating whether or not to tell your Mommy about your naughtiness.”
Danny winced, his shoulders hunching in self-defense. “Oh.”
“Mmhmm. And you are going to get that spanking I promised you, but first we’re going down to the infirmary.”
Confusion wrinkled his brow. “The infirmary? Why?”
“You claimed to be sick this morning, so we’re going to make sure you’re not actually ill.”
“I’m not, really. I don’t need to see the doctor.”
“This is not a debate, little boy. Where’s your coat?”
“But,Mommy?—”
Gripping his chin, she forced his head back. “Coat.Now, Daniel James.”
He didn’t move, not immediately. And in his eyes she saw the age-old struggle of a submissive who wasn’t quite ready to submit. Defiance, mixed with a need so deep it made her chest ache to see it.
