Page 39 of My Young Rebel Daddy

The weather’s been great, we’ve had no problems with any of our suppliers, and the architect is a great guy to communicate with if we run into any questions.

All in all, I’m one happy construction worker.

Oh, and the fact that the fussy neighbor next door is slightly more tolerant these days helps too. Hell, Christopher Snoot has even brought us out some cold drinks from time to time – and his complaints about our music and general noise have been far more reasonable too.

So, yeah, work life is good.

Personally, things are goingeven better.

Nick and I are enjoying every aspect of our relationship and with Werner Hodge no longer on the scene and causing stress, we’re able to focus on the best things in life…

Companionship.

Kink.

And discipline too!

Right now, I’m at architect’s office and waiting for Nick to finish up in the bathroom. We’ve had a quick meeting with the architect to make some last-minute adjustments to the master suite and it’s time to head on home.

‘Hey, I thought you’d got lost!’ I chuckle, the sight of Nick walking toward me making me smile. ‘Come on, let’s hustle. We need to get back to the site.’

‘Sure, Daddy,’ Nick says, looking cute in his crisp chinos and bright-blue t-shirt.

We take one another’s hands and walk out toward my truck.

It’s a hot day today and I feel grateful for having found a place in the shade to park. In fact, the truck is parked right around on the far side of the architect’s office, pretty much secluded from the rest of the parking lot.

There’s something I need to discuss with the boy, and this might be the place to do it…

‘Daddy, I think the new bedroom plans are great,’ Nick says, climbing into the truck on the passenger side.

‘Me too,’ I reply. ‘But I think the way you started sassing me back in the office wasn’t so good. In fact, I think it was totally unacceptable.’

‘I, um, but, I,ummm….,’ Nick says, a sudden sense of panic in his voice.

‘You’ve been much improved recently,’ I say, my Daddy Dom instincts flaring up. ‘But this was a step backward and I think I’m going to spank that butt right here and now.’

‘Here? In the parking lot?’ Nick says, a slight smile forming at the corners of his mouth. ‘But what if someone sees?’

‘What if someone sees your juicy butt getting spanked?’ I bellow. ‘Well that’s just lucky for them. And less lucky for you. Now unbutton those chinos this second and get ready to present that ass for me.’

‘Was it my question about the steam room?’ Nick says, struggling to contain a giggle. ‘Or when I asked about having underfloor heating on the roof terrace?’

‘Grrrrr, pants down!’ I roar, not appreciating the extra sass that’s being thrown my way by this very naughty boy.

Nick unbuttons his chinos and yanks them down toward his ankles. I can see from the tent at the front of his red and white briefs that he’s excited, but it’s my mission to give him a spanking that may well see his blood flow divert away from that cock of his.

‘Briefs off and turn and grip the passenger seat,’ I say, my hand ready to come crashing down on the boy’s booty. ‘There isn’t much room for me to get a good swing here, so I’m going to be making these short and explosive spanks. I hope you’re ready.’

‘Yes, sir,’ Nick says, the reality of the fact that this will be a very real spanking hitting home.

‘Now hold onto the that seat tight,’ I growl. ‘You’ll be lucky to get less than twenty, ten on each cheek.’

‘Wait… I’m sorry!’ Nick bleats, his words far too little and far too late.

THWACK! THWACK!

THWACK! THWACK!

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