Page 20 of Deep Daddy

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

‘And one more for good luck!’ Harrison roared, delivering the final spank onto Sammy’s glowing cheeks. ‘Naughty boys who tell lies get their bottoms heated up. I hope this makes that fact much clearer for you from here on in?’

‘Y-y-y-yes it does, Daddy,’ Sammy whimpered, his voice quiet and subdued. ‘I’m really sorry. I mean it. I deserved every spank. I promise I’ll do better.’

Harrison could tell that Sammy meant what he said. It had been a tough first punishment, and Harrison could tell that being spanked wasn’t something that Sammy was used to.

In fact, Harrison felt pleasantly surprised that Sammy had managed to make it until the end without using his safeword. But Sammy had done superbly well. And now it was time to give the boy some much needed – and deserved – aftercare.

‘Good job we’re in the bathroom,’ Harrison remarked, reaching up to the mirrored bathroom cupboard and pulling out a big pot of skin cooling cream. ‘A few dollops of this should have that little bottom of yours feeling nice and cool in no time.’

Harrison began by dotting the cream down on various points over Sammy’s throbbing butt. Then, with enough of the worst afflicted areas covered, Harrison began to gently massage the cream into Sammy’s skin, gradually working it out over the full expanse of his pert backside.

‘That feels… nice,’ Sammy said, almost purring in softly spoken delight.

‘No talking, just relax,’ Harrison replied, conscious that Sammy wasn’t the only one who was enjoying this.

Harrison could feel his rock-hard cock pressing and straining up against his towel. Could Sammy feel it too? Harrison wasn’t absolutely sure either way, but it was difficult to imagine that Sammy wasn’t totally unaware of it.

‘Now come on, you can come with me and have a snuggle with your stuffie in my big bed,’ Harrison said, lifting Sammy up and carrying him over his shoulder out of the bathroom and down the hallway toward the master bedroom.

* * *

Harrison was lying on top of the duvet cover with a snoozing Sammy lying under the cover next to him. With his stuffie wrapped up in his arm, Sammy looked truly adorable.

Damn, this kid is something else.

How the hell has a Daddy not made Sammy his yet?

Fuck. That’s not what this is about for us. Focus.

Harrison had been jotting notes for his new novel as Sammy had slept. It was the most new material he had managed to produce in quite some time, and it felt good to be putting pen on paper in the old fashioned way.

‘W-w-what time is it?’ Sammy said, opening his eyes and smiling broadly at the sight of Harrison lying next to him, albeit on the other side of the covers. ‘I think you spanked me to sleep!’

Harrison laughed.

‘Well, there might be some truth in that,’ Harrison said. ‘You took it so damn well too. I guess that means there’s potential for a harder spanking if you step out of line again.’

‘Or maybe even if I don’t,’ Sammy said, blushing furiously and burying his head back underneath the covers.

Harrison couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight and sound of Sammy’ giggling underneath the duvet. Even if his intentions were to keep this as a more formal arrangement, Harrison was beginning to realize very clearly that it was going to be a difficult – if not totally impossible – task to do so.

‘Okay, okay, enough!’ Harrison said, trying to sound serious and gruff but failing. ‘It’s time for you to get up and out of bed. I have work to do.’

‘Writing?’ Sammy enquired, poking his cute face out from underneath the covers. ‘Like, a new novel?’

‘Yes. It turns out that having a boy in my house might not be such a pain in the ass,’ Harrison said. ‘You might just be inspiring me. But, whatever. It’s time for you to explore some of the campus by yourself. See what inspiration you find. Who knows, you might even make some new friends.’

Harrison was pleased to see Sammy jump up out of bed and scurry out of the bedroom and to his own. The sight of Sammy’s naked body leaving was a pleasure and a pain in equal measure. Harrison wanted Sammy’s body, there was absolutely no denying his feelings on the matter now.

But more than anything else, Harrison felt a sense of Daddy pride at the fact that the boy was looking, sounding and acting a whole lot more positive now that he was letting go of his hectic city schedule and social media fixation.

As for Harrison, it was time to get to work.

This new manuscript wasn’t going to write itself, after all…

Chapter 9