Page 14 of My Young Rebel Daddy

This might be mixing business with pleasure, but I’ve got a feeling that what I’m building with Nick is something far bigger than his dream home.

‘Damn, this has the potential to be incredible,’ I say, casting my eyes around the site. ‘So the plan is to knock the existing building down and go from scratch?’

‘Yup, provided my neighbor doesn’t succeed with his planning appeal,’ Nick says, motioning over toward the house next door.

‘Hmmm, okay,’ I reply. ‘Based off these plans, your new home will be adding to the locale. It’s not too big. It looks good. All sustainable materials and eco-friendly. I think you’ll be okay.’

I’m not lying to make the boy feel good either.

These are some excellent architect plans I’m looking at.

This would be the biggest job of my career, and all things being good would be an excellent advertisement for future work too.

‘Let’s walk around the site,’ Nick says, an excited tone in his voice. ‘I’ve got sooooo many plans to tell you about! And… I actually think the build could be all done in less than the six-month time frame you mentioned.’

‘Six months is fast,’ I reply. ‘Eco-houses are often quicker, but I can’t see it coming in any sooner than six months.’

‘Bah! No way!’ Nick says, rolling his eyes. ‘I didn’t make all my money by sticking to timelines. If you believe in something, you can achieve it!’

The boy is pushing his luck here.

We’re barely twenty minutes into this project and he’s already grinding my gears.

‘Careful,’ I growl. ‘I’m roll with a small crew. We work fast and we work flexible. But above all, we do a great job. We don’t cut corners, and we have the highest standards when it comes to the finish on a project.’

‘Yeah, but-’

‘But?’ I snarl, my patience running on empty.

‘But I want to be in my new house before Christmas!’ Nick says, stomping his foot on the floor. ‘I opened The Little Petal for business in less than six weeks after taking on the lease. Building a house in less than six months should be easy as pie!’

‘Enough!’ I roar, taking the boy by the hand and marching him over toward a secluded part of the garden. ‘I’ve had enough bratty behavior and sass in the last ten minutes to last me a lifetime. Your shorts and briefs are coming down for a spanking, boy.’

‘Daddy! Outside?’ Nick says, a look of horror on his face.

‘Indoors or outdoors, it’s all the same,’ I growl. ‘Your butt cheeks are about to get nicely toasted. And don’t think for a second that I’ll be holding back because you’re a client. As far as I’m concerned, this is now between a Daddy and his naughty boy.’

I watch as Nick gasps.

The look on his face tells me that he knows this is serious.

This spanking is happening and there’s nothing else to discuss.

‘Come on, unzip those shorts and pull them down to your ankles,’ I say, the slight delay prompting me to take total control of the situation myself.

‘What if someone hears?’ Nick whimpers, the tent at the front of his briefs betraying the fact that at least a small –ornot so small– part of him is enjoying this. ‘What if someone delivers a package to me and sees?’

‘What about it?’ I say, yanking Nick’s briefs down, taking a brief moment to admire the red apple pattern on the flimsy material.‘If someone sees or hears, then that’s just tough luck for you. I’m sure there’s many a delivery man who would take delight in seeing a sassy boy getting his bottom warmed up.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, his cheeks red and his erect cock bobbing up and down in the open air.

‘Come on, let’s get to work,’ I bellow, taking the boy by his arm and placing him firmly over my lap as I sit down on a garden chair. ‘You’ll be getting twelve spanks in total. Six on each cheek. And I want you to think about why you’re getting them. When I’m done, you can explain to me exactly why you got this spanking. Understood?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, tension in his voice as he waits for my big, strong hand to crash down on his exposed, milky-white butt cheeks.

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

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