16. Jason
Chapter 16
Jason
Several weeks later and the home build is coming along brilliantly.
Me, Kyle, and Taylor are working our asses off to make sure that my baby boy’s dream home will be ready on schedule and we’re leaving no stone unturned to ensure that every single aspect of this build is on point.
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 going even 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!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘I’m the construction manager,’ I growl. ‘And I don’t take kindly to being talked over in front of my architect!’
THWACK! THWACK!
‘Yes, Daddy! Awwww ! I’m sorry Daddy!’ Nick cries out, his ass cheeks beginning to glow as I continue the spanking.
‘Naughty boys get their bottoms spanked,’ I bellow, pausing the spanking for a moment as I look around my truck’s cabin. ‘And seeing as I have a wooden ruler to hand, I might just use that to drive home the point!’
‘Daddy! Not the ruler!’ Nick squeals, his legs quivering as I pick up the ruler from the back seat and swish it through the air at close quarters to Nick’s reddening butt.
CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
‘ Awwwwwww !’ Nick squeals, his big, round butt a perfect target for my wooden ruler. ‘I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t be sassy again. I mean… I’ll try not to be anyhow.’
It does seem like the boy is telling the truth, so I rattle off a quick flurry of swats with the wooden ruler and bring the discipline to an end with one final swat on each cheek…
‘And that is that!’ I say, immediately reaching into the glove compartment for some cooling cream. ‘Now lie down over my lap and I’ll make sure your booty is given the appropriate attention.’
‘Y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, his voice quiet and remorseful. ‘I think I d-d-did cross the line in the architect’s office. I’m sorry. I thought I was being cute and funny.’
‘Hey, what’s done is done,’ I say. ‘I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were definitely too sassy. But it was kinda cute too. I mean, kinda . I’m your Daddy though, and we need to remember that.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, cooing as I lightly work some cream into the crevice of his cheeks.
I can see that the boy means it.
The truth is, we’re both still learning about one another.
I know that I’m one lucky young Daddy to have an older Little who has had more success in his career than most people would have in their lifetime.
But more than that, I’ve got a baby boy who is the kindest, most fun-loving boy a Daddy could dream of – even if his sass is too much from time to time!
‘Okay, I think that’s enough cream,’ I say, wiping away some excess cooling cream from my finger and gently massaging it into Nick’s soft cheeks. ‘Let’s go back to your place. The guys should be back from the timber yard now, and hopefully we’ll be able to get the frame finished off before this evening.’
‘Sounds good, Daddy,’ Nick says, a hint of a smile on his face as he lifts is briefs back up. ‘How long is my butt going to sting for? The cooling cream is great, but…’
‘It won’t be too long now,’ I say, chuckling. ‘And don’t worry, I’ll do my best to avoid as many bumps in the road as I can!’
With that, I turn on the truck’s big, strong engine and pull out of the parking space.
It’s time to get this boy back home.
The journey back to Nick’s place was pretty sweet – even if the boy was complaining of a sore butt!
But with the windows open and some cool sea air blowing in, it wasn’t too long before Nick’s butt cooled down sufficiently.
And now we’re standing in the garden of Nick’s house, looking out onto what is very much taking shape as Nick’s dream home.
I’m proud to be playing my part in all this – and I know that it’s bringing my baby boy a lot of joy to see his dream vision gradually come to life as the project progresses.
Of course, we’re now at the stage where Nick’s old house needs to be taken down to clear space for where his new garden will be.
Initially, I know that Nick had been planning on renting an apartment for a couple of months, but I offered him the chance to move in with me while the new house was being finished – an offer that Nick jumped at!
Speaking of which, I need to discuss exactly where the outdoor trampoline and playtime area is going to be…
‘So just to confirm, you still want the triple-trampoline and slide just to the rear of the chill area?’ I say, flipping through the notes on my iPad. ‘I know we’ve changed our minds on this a few times…’
‘Hehe, sorry Daddy,’ Nick replies, gleefully making his way to the projected play area. ‘But yeah, this is the spot!’
I love how enthusiastic Nick is about all this.
It’s been a long project that’s had a few bumps in the road, but it hasn’t damped his spirit – if anything, Nick has got even more puppy-like enthusiasm than ever!
‘But I do have one question,’ Nick says, turning to face me and with a suddenly far more nervous look on his face.
‘Oh God, please don’t tell me this is about the basement layout again!’ I say, fearing the worst. ‘We’ve changed it three times already. Another change might just mean I break out my biggest, swishiest paddle…’
‘No, it’s definitely not the basement,’ Nick says, making me feel relieved – although a bit disappointed that I can’t go and grab my paddle. ‘You know how I’m moving in with you for the next phase of the build?’
‘Yeah…’ I reply, not sure where this is going.
‘I was thinking,’ Nick says, a look in his eye that suddenly gets me feeling all emotional. ‘Maybe when the house is ready to move in to…’
I think I know what the boy is about to say.
I don’t want to jump ahead, just in case I’m wrong – even though I hope with every bone in my body that the boy is about to say what I think he might be about to say…
‘Would you maybe want to move in with me in my new home?’ Nick says, his face filled with emotion. ‘It would be our home. After all, you built it. I want it to be our Forever home. If that’s what you want too.’
I know I’m a Daddy and Daddy’s are meant to be tough – but right now I’m so happy I could probably start crying.
‘Yes! Hell yes!’ I roar, a happiness coming over me that is so intense that I feel like I could shoot off into the sky like a jet fueled rocket. ‘Nothing would make me happier!’
‘Really? You really want to?’ Nick says, jumping with joy. ‘I was nervous you might say no.’
‘Never!’ I laugh, wrapping my arms around my wonderful boy and jumping up and down with him. ‘This is the best news! Wait… this isn’t just so I finish the house quicker?’
‘Daddy! Silly!’ Nick exclaims, the pair of us falling to the soft ground laughing. ‘I’ve wanted to ask this for a while. I just didn’t know how. I can’t wait for us to be living together in our own dream home.’
‘Me neither boy,’ I say. ‘Me neither.’