9. Kyan
Chapter 9
Kyan
‘My butt… stings,’ Kyan said as Matteo carried him into the kitchen and gently placed him down on the polished oak floor. ‘But I think I probably deserved it.’
‘Probably?’ Matteo asked, arching his eyebrow.
‘ Definitely ,’ Kyan said, covering his tingling cock with both hands as he stood before Matteo.
Kyan felt vulnerable, shy, and thoroughly disciplined.
‘It’s okay, we’ll have your briefs and shorts back up in no time,’ Matteo said, reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a glass jar of cooling cream. ‘I keep this just in case. Don’t worry, I don’t have a lot of boys round here. Hardly ever, in fact.’
Kyan smiled and turned around without prompting so that his throbbing cheeks were on display and best placed for Matteo to apply the cream.
‘Now, this will be cold,’ Matteo said, his voice calm and nurturing.
‘ Oooh ! Yes!’ Kyan said, the sensation of the cold cream hitting his hot buns making him grip onto the back of the kitchen chair. ‘Cold… but good.’
Kyan shut his eyes and thought good things as Matteo took his time working the cooling cream over his cheeks. It was clear that Matteo was focused on doing a good job, and Kyan soon found himself relaxing a little as Matteo’s fingers worked their magic.
‘Okay, I think that’s your butt all done,’ Matteo said. ‘Now, tell me, was everything okay with the spanking? I mean, I know it hurt. And even though you didn’t use your safeword, I want to check that you’re okay.’
‘I’m good,’ Kyan said, waiting to be told that he could pull his briefs and shorts back up.
‘It’s okay, you can cover yourself,’ Matteo smiled, clearly reading Kyan’s thoughts as he waited for his instruction. ‘And I think what we’ll do now is go to the cinema room and unwind for a little while. How does a movie sound?’
Kyan’s face lit up as he swiftly pulled up his briefs and shorts.
The idea of losing himself in a movie for a couple of hours sounded like heaven. And to do it with Matteo alongside him was even better. He might just have given Kyan a spanking he would never forget, but Kyan was beginning to feel comfortable with Matteo in a way that felt new, exciting, and very, very real.
The only question was whether the pair of them could decide which movie to watch…
The movie was a lot of fun. So much so in fact that Kyan was delighted when Matteo said they should watch a second together. It turned out that while Matteo’s taste in home décor might have been a little bit on the cold, austere side, his taste in movies was a lot more fun.
It turned out that Kyan and Matteo both had a love of the wacky, grossout comedies from the early 2000s. Kyan couldn’t remember the last time he laughed as hard as the two of them watched American Pie, and then went straight into American Pie 2. The humor might have been a little on the naughty side, but Kyan and Matteo were rolling around laughing as they munched on popcorn and enjoyed being in one another’s company.
Kyan wanted to stay up and watch American Pie: The Wedding, but Matteo put his foot down and said that it was time for bed. Conscious of not wanting another spanking, Kyan admitted that he was tired and it was probably for the best that he got some sleep. After all, it had been a stressful few days and Kyan knew that the more sleep he could get, the more capable he would be of handling the still perilous situation that he found himself in.
And as he woke the following morning, Kyan did indeed feel the positive effects of a good night’s sleep – and maybe a little too much…
‘What’s for breakfast?’ Kyan asked as he bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. ‘Huh? Matteo? Are you here?’
Kyan took a moment to look around the kitchen for signs of life.
As ever, everything was so neat and tidy it looked as if no one had ever set foot in there. It could almost have been a film set or museum.
‘Matteo! Matteo! Where are you?’ Kyan called out, his voice loud and echoing off the impossibly high ceilings as he walked around the ground floor. ‘Hey! Matteo!’
Suddenly, a rested and recharged Kyan had forgotten all about Matteo’s instruction for him to keep the noise to a minimum. The only thing running through Kyan’s mind was that he wanted to see Matteo, and he wanted to see him right that second…
‘Oh, here you are,’ Kyan giggled, poking his head through the gap in the study door. ‘Are you… working?’
‘I was, yes,’ Matteo answered, not entirely impressed. ‘And if you could keep your voice down, that would be helpful. The house has very thick old walls, but we need to play it safe.’
‘Got it,’ Kyan replied, blushing slightly as he realized that Matteo did have a point. ‘So, what are we doing today? More movies? Playtime? Maybe a secret trip out in disguise?’
Kyan could feel his excitability bubbling over.
There was something about being around Matteo that brought his most Little side to the surface. It was as if Matteo was such a Daddy figure to him that Kyan simply couldn’t help but let his Little side take over whenever he was near. And being in Matteo’s house was like the cherry on top of the cake.
However if Kyan thought that there was a fun filled day ahead, then he was sorely mistaken…
‘Kyan, it’s going to be a quiet day,’ Matteo answered, barely looking up from his computer screen. ‘I’m in deep here. This is going to take a lot of work. You’ll have to entertain yourself for a while. We’ll do something later. But for now, I need to focus.’
Kyan felt a surge of anger bubble up and he stomped his bare foot on the polished floor.
‘Poop! Crap! Stinky butt!’ Kyan said, spitting his words out and folding his arms across his chest. ‘I barely have any things here. How can I have fun?’
Kyan’s heart was racing, and he felt very emotional all of a sudden. The reality of effectively being in hiding was hitting home hard and fast.
‘Boy, calm down,’ Matteo replied, now focusing his stare on Kyan. ‘It’s early. We’ve got a long day ahead of us. The first of many. Let’s not get off to a bad start.’
Kyan knew that Matteo was talking sense. And he also knew that Matteo probably did need to focus all his thoughts on getting them out of their predicament. But even with this in mind, Kyan felt an irresistible urge to act out.
‘I want a playdate! I want my friends to come over!’ Kyan said, stomping his feet once more and this time even jumping up and down on the spot to emphasize his point. ‘Playdate! Playdate! Playdate!’
Kyan was in no mood to stop now.
The good night’s sleep might have recharged his batteries a little too much, and it was evident that while Kyan was ready to let his frustrations run wild, Matteo was going to take a distinctly different approach…
‘Young man!’ Matteo bellowed, wasting no time in leaping up from his chair and pulling Kyan toward him and over his lap as he took his seat once more. ‘We’re going to start this day properly. And I won’t hear any more sass or bratty behavior from you. You can kick your legs and squeal all you want, but I’m going to tan this backside until I’m satisfied that the message has landed.’
‘ Argh ! I hate you!’ Kyan protested, duly kicking his legs back and forth as Matteo pulled his pajama bottoms down and immediately launched into a salvo of accurate, hard, and seriously fast spanks.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘You may well hate me,’ Matteo said, pausing briefly. ‘But you will also respect me. This is my house, these are my rules, and you will obey them.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Kyan let out a howl of pain as Matteo continued to spank him, alternating between cheeks with precision and deadly timing. This spanking was different to the first one that Kyan had received. It was harder. The spanks were raining down quicker too. And while he might have been in increasing pain, Kyan suddenly found that his own anger and frustration was leaving him.
‘T-t-t-thank you, Daddy,’ Kyan whimpered as Matteo’s next flurry of spanks made his cheeks wobble and burn in equal measure. ‘More. I want more .’
‘Good boy,’ Matteo replied. ‘We’ll go slower though. I want each spank to mean something now.’
With that, Kyan took a further six spanks. Each one was slow, considered, and landed on the fleshiest part of his pert cheeks. Kyan cried out in pain with each one, but felt a sense of calm coming over him too. It felt good. It felt like he was able to move on from his frustration at being stuck in the house. It felt like a Daddy knowing exactly what his boy needed…
‘And that should do it,’ Matteo said, gently turning Kyan over and cradling him in his arms. ‘We need to get that bottom seen to. After that, I’m going to make a bed for you over on the couch in the corner. You can read while I work. I’ve got some wonderful vintage children’s books upstairs that I can bring down. How does that sound, baby boy?’
‘It sounds good, Daddy,’ Kyan said, staring directly into Matteo’s powerfully soulful eyes. ‘Sorry for being such a brat. I don’t know what got into me…’
‘It’s fine,’ Matteo said. ‘Now come on, let’s bring that butt down a few degrees, shall we.’
Kyan nodded and cooed as Matteo stood up with him safely wrapped up in his arms. This might not have been the start to the day that Kyan anticipated, but he had a feeling that things were only going to get better from here on out…
After some wonderfully tender aftercare from Matteo, Kyan did in fact have a fun time reading on the makeshift bed in the corner of Matteo’s study. Just knowing that Matteo was in the room with him made the experience all the more enjoyable and Kyan duly found himself gradually dozing off for a nap.
He might have had a good night’s sleep, but the sleep inducing effect of a hard spanking and some cozy reading was never to be underestimated!
Kyan woke up an hour or so into his nap and saw that Matteo was no longer at his desk. However, there was a handwritten note that had been carefully placed in Kyan’s direct line of sight…
Darling boy, I’ve gone out to meet with some associates. Business that could help our situation. A playdate with your friends might have to wait, but if you take the burner phone from my desk you can message your friends. I’ll be back before you know it, Daddy.
Kyan swooned at the sight of Matteo signing off as Daddy and was also delighted that he would be able to get in contact with Benjamin and Reece. The pair of them would probably be worried that they hadn’t heard from him – and while it was still kind of annoying that he couldn’t meet with them in person, Kyan was grateful that Matteo had given him a safe phone so that he could get in touch with them at least.
‘Okay, okay, so how does this thing work?’ Kyan pondered, having quickly scurried over toward the desk to pick up the burner phone – it was a little older and more basic than his phone, but there was still a messenger app that he could use, and it wasn’t long before he was firing off a message to his BFFs…
KYAN: Hey, it’s me! I’m back! I can’t say too much, but I’m in a bit of a situation. Please don’t worry though, I’ve got someone looking after me. I just wanted to say hi and let you both know that I’m doing okay.
BENJAMIN: OMG! You’re alive! LOL, just kidding. But I was getting worried. Now you need to say more though… this person looking after you… is he a DADDY?
REECE: What Benjamin said! SAY MORE!
KYAN: You guys crack me up. Always talking about Daddies. But seeing as you insist… yes he’s a Daddy, yes he’s spanked me (twice!), and NO I can’t say anymore, not yet anyway. Now fill me in on everything I’ve missed…
Kyan sat down on Matteo’s comfortable desk chair and watched as the messages pinged in from Benjamin and Reece, each one funnier and more gossip filled than the last. For a brief moment, Kyan was able to put his troubles behind him.
However the truth of the matter was that Kyan was still very much out of his comfort zone. Kyan was used to taking big risks on the poker table, but this was something else altogether and no amount of online fun with his Little friends was going to overshadow that.
Fortunately for Kyan, Matteo had sensed that Kyan would need more than a burner phone to keep him occupied and was ready to deliver an answer to that in more ways than one…