Page 47 of My Young Mafia Daddy

With pale blue walls with cute animal patterns stenciled across them, this looks like any normal private room in The Fluffy Diaper.

You could bring a Little in here for changing.

Or for a private feeding.

Or… for some real discipline.

‘Ah, this looks just perfect,’ I say as I walk over toward a paddle that is hanging from a hook over by the cozy looking couch. ‘Now, do as your Daddy tells you and pull your romper and diaper down to your ankles. Once you’re done, walk over toward me and present yourself for punishment.’

I take a seat on the comfortable but firm couch.

The sight of a nervous Eddie obediently stripping down and then walking over toward me is a delight.

Eddie’s cock is hard and standing proud as he shuffles across the floor with his romper and diaper down by his ankles. He may be in a state of arousal now, but I’m sure by the time the third swat of my paddle lands on his butt cheeks, his mind will be a million miles away from any sexy thoughts.

‘Good, now put yourself over Daddy’s lap,’ I growl, the paddle in my hand and very much the subject of Eddie’s attention. ‘Don’t worry, boy, you’ll be getting to know this paddle very well over the course of the next couple of minutes!’

‘H-h-h-how many swats will you give me?’ Eddie says, bending over my lap and pressing his erect cock against my legs. ‘I won’t be able to take as many as I would if you were giving me a hand spanking.’

‘Don’t you worry about all that,’ I laugh, a hint of menace in my voice. ‘Daddy knows best. I’ll give you exactly the right number of swats. And I want you to ask me for another after each one. Got it?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Eddie says, his voice trembling in what I know if a mixture of fear and sheer exhilaration.

I swish the paddle through the air not once, but three times.

Each time the paddle makes a whooshing noise, I feel Eddie tense up and prepare himself for the flat, wide paddle to come crashing down on his plump, round cheeks.

‘Now it’s time for the real thing,’ I say, my voice controlled and firm but with a hint of love too. ‘Hold on tight.’

CRACK!

‘Awww! That hurts! That hurts!’ Eddie squeals.

‘Remember what you need to say, boy,’ I roar. ‘Good boys always ask for another swat from their Daddy!’

‘P-p-p-p-please may I have another?’ Eddie says, struggling to compose himself after the first swat.

‘Good boy,’ I say. ‘And… of course you may!’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, daddy,’ Eddie says, now truly understanding what is required and expected of him.

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘Awwwww!P-p-p-please… may… I have… another, Daddy?’ Eddie says, now struggling to maintain his composure.

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