Viktor's warning echoes—stay here—but the high of being with Robbie overrides it.
"Okay! Let's do it," I say, my heart thumping and my smile as wide as it has been in a long time.
We swap rompers for jeans and hoodies, grab a frisbee from his closet, and sneak out like teenagers. The park is small but perfect—green grass, a playground with swings and a slide, trees rustling in the breeze. No one around mid-afternoon. We runacross the field, laughing, tossing the frisbee back and forth. Mine sails wide and Robbie dives dramatically, catching it with a whoop. "Your turn!"
I chase after Robbie’s wild throws, wind whipping my hair, legs pumping. For minutes—maybe half an hour—it's pure joy.
No fear, no plans, just play.
Then I spot him.
A man on the bench across the park, dark coat, phone to his ear but eyes fixed on us. Not casual.Watching. My stomach drops.
"Robbie…look," I say. “But don’t make it obvious.”
He follows my gaze, frisbee forgotten. "Right. Okay. That’s… creepy. Let's go."
We bolt, hearts racing, back across the street, up the stairs. We burst into the apartment, slamming the door, breathless and giggling nervously.
But then we both freeze.
Viktor is there, inside the apartment. Waiting. His arms crossed, his face thunderous.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Viktor growls.
We stand there, caught, the park fun evaporating under his glare. Robbie squeezes my hand. I swallow hard. "We just... wanted to play."
His eyes narrow. "Play? I said stay inside. You disobeyed me, Eddie. And you got your friend involved in your disobedience too."
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
Robbie nods. "Me too."
“You will be,” Viktor says. “Both of you.”
I look across to Robbie, his cheeks flushed red. Is Viktor going to punish us both? I don’t have to wait long for my answer. Robbie gives Viktor his safeword quickly and before I know it, the pair of us have our jeans and briefs around our ankles as we bend over Robbie’s messy kitchen table.
“Six spanks each, hard ones,” Viktor says, opening Robbie’s kitchen cupboard and pulling out a large wooden spoon. “Six swats from this will make you both understand.”
“Yes, sir,” Robbie says, his usually rebellious nature nowhere to be seen.
“Yes, Daddy,” I add, knowing full well that my bare bottom is about to feel Viktor’s heat.
And with that, Viktor duly spanks both of our butts with the wooden spoon.
“Owwww!” I call out, my left cheeks wobbling as Viktor lands a perfectly placed swat. “Daddy! It stings!”
“As it should,” Viktor barks, wasting no time in landing a swat on Robbie’s round, supple butt cheek. “Now both of you hold still and let’s get this done.”
With that, Viktor delivers the remaining swats hard and fast, leaving Robbie and me both in no doubt that from here on out we need to take every order seriously no matter how much fun we might be having now that we’re reunited.
“I’ll get the cooling cream,” Robbie says, a hint of mischief in his voice as he casts a lustful eye at the prominent cock-shaped imprint at the front of Viktor’s trousers.
“I had to do it,” Viktor says to me, bringing me in close. “You both needed to be disciplined. But you know that with your friend, it was only business. I’myourDaddy, andonlyyours.”
I nod and rest my head against Viktor’s chest.
I believe him about that. But when it comes to the true extent of who he really is, and what that might mean for the rest of my life, I know that I’m going to need a whole lot more questions answered before I can truly trust that he might be my Forever Daddy…
