Page 40 of My Young Rebel Daddy

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

‘I’m the construction manager,’ I growl. ‘And I don’t take kindly to being talked over in front of my architect!’

THWACK! THWACK!

‘Yes, Daddy!Awwww! I’m sorry Daddy!’ Nick cries out, his ass cheeks beginning to glow as I continue the spanking.

‘Naughty boys get their bottoms spanked,’ I bellow, pausing the spanking for a moment as I look around my truck’s cabin. ‘And seeing as I have a wooden ruler to hand, I might just use that to drive home the point!’

‘Daddy! Not the ruler!’ Nick squeals, his legs quivering as I pick up the ruler from the back seat and swish it through the air at close quarters to Nick’s reddening butt.

CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK!

‘Awwwwwww!’ Nick squeals, his big, round butt a perfect target for my wooden ruler. ‘I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t be sassy again. I mean… I’lltrynot to be anyhow.’

It does seem like the boy is telling the truth, so I rattle off a quick flurry of swats with the wooden ruler and bring the discipline to an end with one final swat on each cheek…

‘And that is that!’ I say, immediately reaching into the glove compartment for some cooling cream. ‘Now lie down over my lap and I’ll make sure your booty is given the appropriate attention.’

‘Y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, his voice quiet and remorseful. ‘I think I d-d-did cross the line in the architect’s office. I’m sorry. I thought I was being cute and funny.’

‘Hey, what’s done is done,’ I say. ‘I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were definitely too sassy. But it was kinda cute too. I mean,kinda. I’m your Daddy though, and we need to remember that.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, cooing as I lightly work some cream into the crevice of his cheeks.

I can see that the boy means it.

The truth is, we’re both still learning about one another.

I know that I’m one lucky young Daddy to have an older Little who has had more success in his career than most people would have in their lifetime.

But more than that, I’ve got a baby boy who is the kindest, most fun-loving boy a Daddy could dream of – even if his sass is too much from time to time!

‘Okay, I think that’s enough cream,’ I say, wiping away some excess cooling cream from my finger and gently massaging it into Nick’s soft cheeks. ‘Let’s go back to your place. The guys should be back from the timber yard now, and hopefully we’ll be able to get the frame finished off before this evening.’

‘Sounds good, Daddy,’ Nick says, a hint of a smile on his face as he lifts is briefs back up. ‘How long is my butt going to sting for? The cooling cream is great, but…’

‘It won’t be too long now,’ I say, chuckling. ‘And don’t worry, I’ll do my best to avoid as many bumps in the road as I can!’

With that, I turn on the truck’s big, strong engine and pull out of the parking space.

It’s time to get this boy back home.

The journey back to Nick’s place was pretty sweet – even if the boy was complaining of a sore butt!

But with the windows open and some cool sea air blowing in, it wasn’t too long before Nick’s butt cooled down sufficiently.

And now we’re standing in the garden of Nick’s house, looking out onto what is very much taking shape as Nick’s dream home.

I’m proud to be playing my part in all this – and I know that it’s bringing my baby boy a lot of joy to see his dream vision gradually come to life as the project progresses.

Of course, we’re now at the stage where Nick’s old house needs to be taken down to clear space for where his new garden will be.

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