8. HARRISON
HARRISON
‘Three… two… one!’ Harrison bellowed, the sight of a panicked Sammy poking his head into the bathroom doing little to calm Harrison down.
Grrrr. This boy is in trouble.
Big, butt-stinging trouble at that…
While he was queuing to buy the drinks earlier that day, Harrison had noticed Sammy acting a little suspiciously. Maybe it was the natural born author in him, or maybe the Daddy, but Harrison’s senses had told him that something was amiss.
But, at the time, Harrison had decided not to pursue it.
After all, what could Sammy have possibly been doing?
They were having a great morning, and the last thing Harrison wanted was to interrogate the boy now that he appeared to be losing the fatigue and stress that his overburdened life had given him.
During his afternoon climbing with Zane, Harrison had explained Sammy’s situation with his manager, the exhaustion he felt, and the idea behind him coming to stay upstate.
Harrison had also explained that Sammy would be fully off social media for the duration, something that Harrison passionately felt would be of great help to Sammy.
Zane had agreed that this all sounded good. But there had been a hint of caution in Zane’s words too – as far as Zane was concerned, it would be easier to put a Daddy on Mars than it would be to keep a boy off his social media accounts for more than a day or so.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Harrison then when he received a message from Zane a couple of minutes ago informing him that all of Sammy’s social media accounts had brand new videos uploaded, status updates, and even the promise of more to come over the coming days.
This wasn’t good.
In fact, it was enough to make Harrison angrily slam his phone down on the marble bathroom worksurface. It was a miracle that his own phone hadn’t been shattered. But rather than take his anger out on his phone, there was a far more deserving target standing right in front of him.
‘Eyes up and pass me a towel,’ Harrison said, aware that Sammy’s eyes were very much pointing in the direction of his naked, wet lower half. ‘Now!’
Sammy jumped to attention and did exactly as he was told.
Harrison wanted to thrash his butt right there and then. But before he did that, he wanted to find out exactly what was going on, and hear it from Sammy’s own mouth too…
‘We said you would not go on social media, didn’t we?’ Harrison said, wrapping the towel securing around his waist. ‘But you went against the rules, did you not?’
‘I… I… I… it was just a quick look,’ Sammy said. ‘Then I logged in just for a second. Not long. Honestly!’
‘Grrrr. That is no way to behave, and you will need to be punished,’ Harrison bellowed. ‘We can talk about it in more detail later. But right now the only thing that will suffice is a good, hard spanking. Do you understand, and do you agree to this course of action, boy?’
‘Y-y-yes, sir,’ Sammy said, his voice trembling and his cheeks flushed bright red. ‘I’m sorry! I know I messed up.’
‘Enough, no excuses,’ Harrison said, towering over Sammy and feeling every inch a Daddy Dom. ‘Choose a safeword. I’ll push you hard, but I will always respect your safety and sense of wellbeing.’
‘BMX,’ Sammy said, twiddling with his fingers, too embarrassed to look at Harrison in the eye.
‘As in the bike?’
‘Y-y-y-yes, D… Daddy,’ Sammy stammered, uncertainty in his voice.
‘Good, well let’s not waste a single second longer,’ Harrison decreed, sitting down on the bathroom bench before taking Sammy by the arm and bending him over his lap. ‘Shorts and pants… off! I need to see these cheeks if I’m going to be turning them red.’
Keep it together, man.
This boy needs discipline, not lust.
But the cheeks are just so damn… peachy.
Harrison steadied himself and focused his mind.
It was genuinely important that Sammy was given a proper spanking.
Sammy had gone against the rules, knowingly and fully in the hope that he wouldn’t get caught out.
Harrison knew that Sammy wouldn’t have admitted to it – if he was going to, he would have already.
It was time to administer a painful reminder that rules existed for a reason, and anyone guilty of stepping beyond them was in line to be treated accordingly.
‘Now remember, you have your safeword should you need it,’ Harrison said, firmly affixing Sammy in position on his lap. ‘But from this point onward, I will be giving you the full force of my hand on your bare butt. Am I understood?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Sammy said, his voice full of nervous trepidation at what was ahead for him.
Harrison knew that as a first spanking, this was an important moment. It had been a while since he had delivered a punishment, and he wanted to make sure he got it just right.
‘We’ll begin with ten spanks. They will be hard and fast,’ Harrison said, his voice controlled but full of serious intent. ‘And off we go!’
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘Awwwwww! Daddy! It hurts! It hurts!’ Sammy cried out, his cheeks looking suitably reddened from the initial burst of spanks.
‘Quiet. If you insist on speaking, I want to hear you thanking your Daddy for your punishment,’ Harrison roared, the feeling of referring to himself as Daddy filling him with a combination of pride, desire, and an intense wish to spank this Little’s round tushy even harder.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
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…