Page 30 of Lance & Clayton

He did as told and I pulled him in closer, placing a hand on his bottom while the other was wrapped around his waist.

"How do you feel about me making you go despite your fears?" I asked, stroking his hair.

He thought for a while and shrugged. "You always know what's best for me. I trust you, Daddy. I know you make me do things for my own good. I normally would have spiraled down in my fears, but having you with me means I'm suddenly a brave boy. Any boy turns brave if his Daddy trusts in him."

"Such a clever boy." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "It's something I want you to remember, bright eyes. I might push you when I feel like you need a nudge. While sometimes you might feel like you can't do it, I only make you do things that I know you're smart enough to do. You've learned a valuable lesson today. Do you know what it is?"

He thought for a while before shaking his head, so I continued. "That you don't need to fear being disliked just because your family dislikes you. You can't please everyone, bright eyes, so you shouldn't try to. Just be yourself and if people like that about you, they'll be nice to you. If not, it's their loss. But everyone's different and you should give people a chance. Will you remember that, sweetheart?"

"Yes." He threw his hands around me and hugged me tightly. "Thank you for being in my life, Daddy. I don't know how I'd live without you. I would be such a mess with my unreasonable fears."

"No, bright eyes." I broke the hug and tapped his nose. "You're a brave boy with or without your Daddy, but I'm glad I get to share my life with you and watch you grow as a person."

He yawned and rubbed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against my shirt.

"Off to bed now, little one," I said, taking him in my arms and standing up. "Off to bed with Daddy. Little boys need a good sleep."

As he closed his eyes, I carried him in my arms to the bedroom. When I lay him on the bed, he felt around my side of the bed with his hand, so I pressed his binky between his lips. As he sucked onto it in his sleep, I lay next to him and watched him with a big smile on my face.

Chapter 15: Clayton

It had been a month since Daddy and I were living together. I was too shy when it came to sex, and I was still technically a virgin. Daddy said he could wait as long as it takes for me to be ready. Sure, we did things in bed but it was never full-on sex. Lately, I'd been feeling ready to go all the way, but I was too shy to tell Daddy what I wanted, especially when what I wanted was him inside me.

There were nights when I'd have wet dreams, wild dreams where we're doing the deed everywhere, from a car or public park to the woods and beach. Sometimes when I would wake up from such dreams, I'd realize how silly I was being. I could just wake him up and ask him to give it to me, but something always held me back.

Was it because of my upbringing? Or was it because I was just a shy boy. Either way, I was in the mood for some naughty behavior. I craved a good spanking and some sexual release. The last time I got spanked felt ages ago.

I had read on the other forums that boys told their Daddies whenever they needed to be touched. While I wasn't there yet, I knew I was getting very close.

"Time for a bath, little one," Daddy said with a smile as he stuck his arms out for me to crawl in.

I knew it was the perfect opportunity to get some spanks. I needed some release and I needed it now. I would rather be naughty and get release than tell him that I wanted to be touched.

"I don't wanna take a bath," I said with a pout.

He crossed his arms and used his stern Daddy voice. "We can't let this become a habit, bright eyes. Quit pouting. You need to listen to Daddy. Do you want other boys to think you're a stinky boy?"

"I'm not gonna have a bath," I said, still pouting before turning to my toys. "I'm gonna play some more."

"That's it, young man," he said as he scooped me up in his arms. "You want to be a bad boy, then so be it. You've earned yourself punishment."

He looked down at my big eyes. "I know you enjoy getting spanked too much, which is why you need a different form of disciplining."

"A different form of disciplining, Daddy?" I gulped as he carried me to the kitchen, wondering if it was going to be just as arousing.

I waited in the kitchen while he returned with a chair.

"This is your punishment." He nudged the chair facing the wall. "I want you to sit here for fifteen minutes and think about your behavior."

Welp, it sounded neither fun nor sexual for that matter. Daddy was serious this time and playtime was over. He really didn't want me skipping baths, something that I never skipped outside my little headspace.

"But, Daddy…," I began pleadingly, but he put up a hand and helped me into the chair.

"You've been bad and this is how bad boys get disciplined. The next time you refuse to listen to Daddy, you'll know the consequence. Now sit here in silence while Daddy makes lunch for us."

When he left, I turned towards the wall and it was excruciating to stare at nothing. I was tempted to turn around and look at the clock because it felt like I'd been sitting there for an eternity.

As told, I pondered over why I refused to listen to him. He only wanted the best for me, but I had been a brat and avoided telling him what I truly wanted and felt. Was this going to change things between us? Did he still like me knowing I'd been a bad boy? Could anyone even want a bad boy who doesn't listen to his Daddy?

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