Page 24 of Thrust Me Daddy

We ended up snuggling and talking together for what felt like hours.

In reality though, I think we were both asleep by ten thirty. I needed my sleep after my day of surfing, and I know that Mikey needed to rest up after a hard day.

But now I’m lying here at six in the morning and all I can hear is the light snores of the biggest, cutest boy in town.

I’m one of these guys who just cant lie in bed and do nothing though. So as adorable as Mikey’s snores are, I’m going to have to get my ass out of bed and do something.

‘Mmmmm, Daddy?’ Mikey says, rolling over and opening his sleepy eyes. ‘What time is it?’

‘Six,’ I reply, leaning over and kissing Mikey on his forehead.

‘I need to get up,’ Mikey replies. ‘I’ve got a long haul drive today. We made some specialist framing for a client and it’s going to take me all day to get there.’

‘At least it shows how in demand the Construction Boys are, right?’ I reply, offering my hand and gently helping my boy out of bed.

‘Yeah, but I want to spend the day with you!’ Mikey protests, stomping his foot.

I love the fact that Mikey wants to spend more time with me – and I certainly would love nothing more than spending the day with him, especially after we had such a good time yesterday evening.

But what Ido notlove is this foot stomping.

This isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed it, and I’m not about to let it become a habit.

‘Six spanks, right this second,’ I say, taking Mikey by his hand again, but this time spinning him around and bending him over the edge of the bed. ‘I will not have a foot stomping boy who thinks he can act out.’

‘Poop!’ Mikey says, stomping his feet again, but this time harder. ‘I don’t want to work today!’

‘Make that eight spanks, four on each of your big, round cheeks,’ I growl, whipping Mikey’s snug sleep-shorts down to his ankles.

I can see that despite his pouts, Mikey knows that this is the right thing.

It might be early in the morning, but as a Daddy I’m still ready to put my foot down over bratty behavior.

‘One! Two!’ I growl, bringing down my hand in quick succession, one spank on each cheek.

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Mikey replies, still a hint of sass in his voice.

‘We’ll start again,’ I say, unimpressed. ‘And this time, I want to hear some remorse in your voice.’

My next two spanks are met with a far more respectful attitude, one that I hope will continue as I work my way up to the full eight.

THREE – FOUR!

FIVE – SIX!

SEVEN – EIGHT!

‘Now, what have we learned?’ I say, my handprints looking nice and clear on Mikey ample butt.

‘No more foot stomping,’ Mikey says, turning and looking genuinely apologetic. ‘I know I shouldn’t do it, but without a Daddy in my life I’ve kind of let it become a habit. I want to stop it.’

‘Don’t worry, we’ll work on it together,’ I say, bringing Mikey in for a hug. ‘But right now I think we need to get your cheeks lathered in some cooling cream and then how about a big plate of bagels filled with PB, and jelly?’

‘Yay!’ Mikey says, gripping his cheeks to try and take the sting away.

‘Come on, over my lap,’ I say, sitting down on the bed and patting my thighs. ‘I’ll have that lovely butt cooled down in no time.’

Mikey passes me a tub of cooling cream and duly lays across my lap.

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