Page 14 of Taste Me Daddy

From the gold plated elevator down to the polished granite floor, this was a very different style to his homemade workshop stylings. Korben knew that Michael had been to the famously upper crust Princeford University and was probably used to all of the finer things in life from a young age.

Still, Korben wasn’t about to let that worry his too much – after all, he was the creative force behind Korben’s Kandies, and Michael was merely an investor…

‘Hey, sorry I’m late,’ Korben said, breezily walking into Michael’s private office. ‘I was designing.’

Korben looked at Michael as he sat behind his desk.

To say that Michael didn’t look overly impressed would be an understatement. Korben quickly checked his watch and saw that he was twenty-five minutes late. But rather than apologize, Korben decided to double-down on his status as the creatively driven candy queen…

‘Time doesn’t matter when I’m in the zone,’ Korben said, a sing-song tone in his voice as he walked toward one of the office walls decorated with photos of Michael alongside other businesspeople, politicians, and celebrities. ‘You’ve met some pretty famous people.’

‘I have indeed,’ Michael said, remaining seated. ‘And one thing connected them all. Are you interested in knowing what that might be?’

Korben could sense from Michael’s voice that he was irritated with him.

But rather than back down now in an attempt to keep the peace, Korben decided to continue along the path he was walking.

‘They’re all super-chill about timekeeping?’ Korben giggled. ‘You know, like I am?’

Korben gasped as Michael stood up from his chair quicker than he could have anticipated him doing. Before Korben knew what was going on, Michael was standing right next to his, his powerful frame casting a shadow over his from head to toe.

‘I, um, I was kidding,’ Korben said, his voice trembling but his spunky spirit telling his to hang on in there. ‘Chill out, Michael. I’m the talent. You’re the money. It’s no big deal if I’m a few minutes late.’

At this point, Korben wanted to stop talking.

But Korben’s defiant, sassy side was preventing his from taking a single backward step. And judging by the look on Michael’s face, this might just prove to be a giant mistake.

‘I’m going to give you one more chance, boy,’ Michael growled, his deep voice filling the large office. ‘Apologize for being late. Show me the respect I warrant. Or there will be consequences.’

Korben held his breath and felt his mind and body whirring and tingling with possibilities…

Is Michael going to… punish me?

Maybe I should apologize?

Or… maybe I should… push him even harder?

‘Okay, okay,’ Korben said, his heart thumping inside his chest and his briefs getting more stretched out at the front by the second as Michael’s huge body loomed large. ‘I’d like to apologize… to absolutely no one!’

‘Right, that’s it!’ Michael roared, taking Korben by the hand and marching his over to his desk. ‘Give me your safeword, boy. You’re getting six spanks on each cheek and before you ask – yes, your briefs will be coming down around your ankles too.’

With that, Korben gave Michael his safeword - apples.

‘Good,’ Michael growled. ‘Now bend over and unbutton those trousers for me. I’ll handle the briefs. Make no mistake, this is going to be a real spanking, boy. And hopefully once I’m done we’ll have a much better understanding as to the standards that I expect in this partnership.’

‘Y-y-yes, sir,’ Korben spluttered, his entire body reacting to Michael’s stern, utterly dominant demeanor.

For all his protestations to Louie, Korben had been dreaming of this moment since the very moment he first saw Michael. And now it was about to happen. The only question as far as Korben was concerned was whether or not he would be able to contain his excitement…

Chapter 6

Michael

Michael felt like he had absolutely no choice but to give Korben the firmest of spankings.

Korben was a Little who simply didn’t have any boundaries or an ability to control his sass – and now he was about to find out exactly what kind of consequences he could expect from this kind of behavior…

‘Pull your trousers down to your ankles,’ Michael growled as he observed Korben standing in front of his desk and nervously beginning to unbutton and then loosen his navy chinos. ‘All the way to your ankles. I want to see bare butt and bare legs too.’

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