Page 27 of Lance & Clayton

When I woke up hours later and saw that I was alone in a strange room, I was almost about to shout for Daddy. But then I realized I was in my new nursery, and I was having a playdate with Michael.

I still had the paci in my mouth, which came with a tendency to crawl. I climbed out of the bed and got down on all fours, crawling out of the nursery and searching for Michael to continue my playdate. I searched and searched but I couldn't find anyone. The house was like a maze, with room after empty room.

When I finally found Daddy working on his laptop in the living room, I pulled on his jeans.

"Ah, you're awake." He scooped me up in his arms with a smile and put me on his lap. "You overslept, sleepyhead."

"But we were on a playdate!" I popped my paci and looked around in bewilderment. "Where are Michael and uncle John?"

"You were sound asleep and we didn't want to wake you," he said. "They waited for hours before they had to leave because it was getting late."

"But I wanted to play with him some more!" I pouted and turned my head away. "You should've woken me up, Daddy! Not fair!"

"Aw, you have plenty more playdates to look forward to, bright eyes," he said as he rocked me back and forth. "Now that we live so close, we can go over whenever we want."

Oversleeping always seemed to put me in a bad mood. It always made me prone to being mad for the smallest of reasons.

"But I want to play with him now!" I still had my head turned away in anger, crossing my arms now. "Not fair!"

He used his stern Daddy voice, which meant he was serious. "You're being unreasonable, Clayton. They couldn't have waited all day, nor could I have woken you while you slept so peacefully. Now, be a good boy and listen to Daddy. You refused to take a bath this morning too. So stop pouting and have a bath now."

"I don't wanna bath!" I turned to him, flaunting my pout. "I want to play some more."

Was I testing how far I could go before Daddy would punish me? I hadn't been punished before and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I loved the idea of being disciplined, for it showed that Daddy cared about me enough to punish and correct my behavior. But on the other hand, I wasn't a big fan of pain.

"Alright, that's it, little one," he said with a frown. "You're being a bad boy and bad boys get punished for their behavior."

Maybe I was ready for my first punishment. We had discussed early on about my safety word should things get too much for me to handle, but I was sure I would never need to use it. Daddy would never give me more than I could handle, simply because he loved me too much.

"Punishment?" I looked up at him with big excited eyes, but then quickly pretended to be mad. I couldn't let him know that I was eagerly looking forward to my first punishment. The best part was the excitement of not knowing how he would discipline me for the first time. Everyone knew the first time was the most memorable.

"Yes, and I hope you'll realize the consequences of not listening to Daddy. After all, Daddy knows best for his boy."

Before I could wiggle in excitement, he moved and put me across his lap. I shivered knowing what it meant. He was going to spank me and the mere idea of his hand on my bottom made me shiver with excitement.

He pulled my jammies down and the embarrassment of having him look at my bare ass had given me an instant raging boner.

"I want you to remember why Daddy is doing this," he said as he rubbed my ass with his palm. "It's because you've been a bad boy and you need to listen to Daddy. I want you to count to five for me."

He had always called me a good boy, but hearing the wordbadmade me shiver. Before I could beg him to stop teasing me and spank me already, he raised his hand above his head and slapped it across my bottom, making a loud sound.

I moaned and whimpered at the same time before beginning to count. His hand struck my ass over and over again as I moaned and begged for more, my cock now hard as a rock and twitching wildly. After the last spank, I couldn't help but feel that it all ended too soon. I needed more and I needed some release.

"Looks like my boy is enjoying this too much." He turned me over, my erection pointing at him and continuing to twitch as my face turned red from embarrassment. "Well, you've been a bad boy but I'm a good Daddy. It's a Daddy's duty to take care of his boy's needs, and I take my duty seriously."

His eyes were wide and I could feel the erection in his pants beneath me, so he must've been just as aroused.

"Please, Daddy!" I begged as his eyes continued to scan my body hungrily. "I'll be a good boy. Just touch me and make me feel good."

"How could I say no to that sweet face?" He pulled my shirt off and moved his face closer to my chest as his hand caressed my balls.

When he put his lips on my nipple and sucked on it, I raked my fingers through his hair and let out a loud moan.

"Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?" He asked as he moved his kisses downwards to my smooth belly. "I will, only if you promise to be a good boy."

"I will, Daddy!" I begged as he wrapped his hand around my thickness. "I'll be good."

When he just stayed there holding onto my cock, I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed my lower body up and down, hungrily humping his hand.

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