Page 50 of My Young Alpha Daddy

Okay, here goes…

All quiet.

No missteps.

Treading super-duper-extra carefully…

‘Yes!’ I whisper, pumping my fist in celebration as I leave the bedroom undetected. ‘Sleeping Hunk never stood a chance against me!’

I’ve pretty much got a clear run now, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m in the kitchen and munching down on a whole selection of late night goodies.

And with my stuffie Torben tucked inside my pajama bottoms’ waistband, I’ll have the best possible company to enjoy my treats.

A Little, his stuffie, and full access to the kitchen after midnight.

What could possibly go wrong…

‘Mmmmm,this isdeeelish!’ I giggle, wiping a blob of whipped cream off my cheek and pretending to feed it to Torben.‘Whipped cream on cookies. I really know I shouldn’t but… why not? I can do whatever I like!’

With the kitchen lights set to dim, and the open refrigerator door playing its part too, the lighting in the kitchen is adding a perfect extra layer of midnight fun to proceedings.

The only way this could possibly be any better would be if I was with some of my Little friends. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for a couple of photos and some messages to show them what they’re missing out on…

AARON: Hey everyone… who’s up? Hehehe. I really shouldn’t be awake but I got the munchies and just HAD to spoil myself. Oh, and Torben too. My Daddy is fast asleep so my butt’s safe. Okay, gotta go. I’ve got some more whipped cream and cookies to devour! XoXo

I hit send and swiftly get back to my miniature feast. My friends will no doubt be snoring with their stuffies tucked underneath their arms, but I’m pretty sure they’ll be super-jealous when they read my message in the morning.

But like I told them, there’s no time to waste. I need to get down to some serious snacking before I head back to bed and get some shuteye.

‘Now which cookie shall I eat next?’

‘If I was you, I’d think very carefully about your choice,’ Rafa growls, standing at the entrance to the kitchen wearing nothingbut his brilliant-white Calvin Klein briefs. ‘Because it’ll be the last cookie you’re eating for a whole damn week.’

‘Daddy, I can explain,’ I say, my voice full of panic as I realize that I’ve been well and truly busted. ‘How did… what did… am I…’

‘Put the cookie in your mouth, all of it,’ Rafa says, walking toward me. ‘And you’ll hold it perfectly in place as I paddle that naughty bottom of yours.’

I cast my eyes to Rafa’s left hand and see that he is indeed holding a ruby-red paddle. I’ve felt its smooth face on my butt before, and I know that this is going to sting – and probably sting a whole heap more than last time too.

‘If the cookie crumbles, snaps, or falls out of your mouth, then I’ll be adding an extra ten swats,’ Rafa barks, lifting my up from the chair and bending me over the kitchen table. ‘Am I understood?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say, swiftly putting the cookie in my mouth to avoid any further rebukes from Rafa.

‘You know you’ve done wrong, and now it’s time to take your punishment like a big boy,’ Rafa says. ‘You’re going to get six swats of Daddy’s red paddle on each cheek. And remember my rule… if the cookie crumbles, then we add another ten swats, five on each cheek.’

I can tell that Daddy’s not fooling around.

And I know for sure that this is going to hurt like all hell.

But with a cookie in my mouth and my Daddy pulling down my pajama bottoms, I know that I need to focus and keep my cool asbest I can – after all, the last thing I need are any extra swats on my soon to be glowing butt cheeks!

‘And here… we… go!’ Rafa bellows, bringing down the first swat onto my exposed ass.

OMG! That hurt. That hurtbad. But with this big cookie in my mouth, I know I can’t holler too much. I need to focus and do my best to keep it intact.

‘Good, now let’s get through this and see if my greedy little boy can make it successfully to the end!’ Rafa chuckles, a menacing glee in his voice as he brings down another swat onto my jiggling ass.

THWACK!

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