12. HARRISON
HARRISON
‘Hell, I love this weather,’ Harrison said, handing Zane a cold beer. ‘Fall but with a warm sun in the sky. I could get used to it.’
Harrison and Zane clinked their beers together.
It was indeed a warm fall afternoon, and both Harrison and Zane were feeling relaxed and in the mood to chill. Harrison had been making excellent progress with the novel over the last few days and had even emailed his agent Chris a copy of the new chapter he had written.
Zane meanwhile was feeling extra upbeat. Although he was long retired as a professional race car driver, he had been in very low-key talks with a new racing team. There was something about the prospect of a final comeback tour that was proving difficult for him to resist.
‘Well if anyone can do it, it’s you,’ Harrison said, taking a slug on his beer. ‘Damn, this is good.’
‘What’s even better is seeing how happy the boy is making you,’ Zane said, his bicep bulging as he held his beer aloft. ‘His Little friend is pretty cute too!’
What made things even better for Harrison and Zane was that not only were they enjoying a quiet afternoon beer, but they were doing it with a pair of Littles playing a few meters away from them.
The play park was just on the campus border, and both Sammy and Lars were having a ball as they slid down the metal slide with their stuffies. They were singing, dancing, and showing off all of their best moves as they tackled not only the slide but the other parts of the climbing frame.
‘Are they in Littlespace, or?’ Zane said.
‘I think so,’ Harrison replied, a little uncertain himself. ‘I’m still learning the ropes again after so long out of the game. Either way, it looks like they’re having a great time. Long may it fucking continue too.’
‘That’s so great to hear, bro,’ Zane said, a look of deep respect in his eyes. ‘You just have to let it happen.’
Harrison knew that this made sense. But as happy as he was, Harrison couldn’t deny that he still felt the remnants of the pain caused by the way his last relationship ended.
With the writing going so well again, Harrison knew that his career might skyrocket, just like it did all those years ago. Would Sammy be able to cope with the extra demands on Harrison’s time – or would history repeat itself all over again?
It wasn’t something that Harrison wanted to contemplate, but he knew that with Sammy and his relationship getting deeper he would have to face up to the potential that something could go wrong.
‘Harrison, I know that look,’ Zane said, putting an arm around his friend. ‘Talk to me, man.’
‘It’s just… you know after what happened with Justin all those years ago,’ Harrison said. ‘Forget my feelings, I don’t want to put Sammy through a breakup. What if he can’t handle my career? Just like Justin couldn’t?’
‘We’re talking about two entirely different boys here,’ Zane said as he cracked open a new beer and handed it to Harrison.
‘Sammy has his own career. If anything, he’d love the extra time to work on his own stuff even more.
Everything you’ve told me about Sammy so far says that he’d be cool with it. ’
‘Damn, you really know what to say to make a grouchy old Daddy happy,’ Harrison said. ‘I hope you’re right too. I don’t want to jinx anything but…’
‘I know, I know,’ Zane said, not needing to hear Harrison confirm anything out loud. ‘Like I said, you’re a lucky guy. Boys like Sammy don’t come around all that often.’
The two Daddies toasted again. But their relaxed vibe was given a rude awakening when Harrison glanced at yet another email from Dean Hoffman.
‘Jesus. This guy’s a Grade-A asshole,’ Harrison said, reading Hoffman’s email.
‘He’s basically trying to overload me with work so that I quit.
It’s so fucking obvious what his game is.
I’ve only just hit a new groove on my novel and this bastard wants me to spend my time doing another department’s admin work? ’
‘Hoffman can swivel,’ Zane said. ‘You do you and let that dork worry about admin. You’re Harrison freakin’ Hawk. This place is lucky to have you on the staff.’
Harrison laughed in appreciation. Zane was a great friend. Truly one of the best men that Harrison had ever met – and someone who Harrison would have loved to see find his own Forever Little to settle down with.
But right now, Harrison had too much going on in his own life to matchmake for Zane. Harrison would however take Zane’s advice… Hoffman could indeed swivel.
Life was about living, having fun, and taking risks.
And with two happy Littles having fun across from them, both Harrison and Zane were happy to keep sinking beers and letting the world turn.
* * *
On the way home from the play park, Harrison and Sammy had taken a detour through the woodland shortcut. With the leaves crunching underneath their feet, both Harrison and Sammy were having the best time together.
‘Weeee! Look at this, Daddy!’ Sammy giggled, picking up a big pile of leaves and tossing them right up in the air. ‘Ha-ha! I bet I can cover you in leaves next time!’
‘Don’t you dare, boy!’ Harrison reprimanded, unconvinced that he wanted a pile of leaves falling down on him from a great height. ‘I’m not kidding around either.’
But Harrison could see that Sammy was in a mischievous mood.
‘I’m being very serious,’ Harrison continued. ‘You may be in Littlespace, but you still need to listen to what your Daddy tells you. And I am making it absolutely clear that I do not want to be covered in leaves.’
But Sammy continued to pick the leaves up and toss them in the air. Judging from the look on his face, Sammy knew exactly how bratty and disobedient he was being and wasn’t about to quit any time soon.
With each and every leaf that fell on him, Harrison’s grouchiness was increasing. Something had to be done, and it had to be done fast…
‘Final warning, boy,’ Harrison said, noting that Sammy had just picked up an especially plentiful pile of autumnal leaves.
But Sammy didn’t heed Harrison’s words. Far from it, in fact. Sammy bent down and picked up an even bigger pile of leaves and proceeded to throw them up in the air, directly over Harrison’s head.
That’s enough.
Outdoors and in public or not…
This brat has to learn a lesson!
Harrison wasted no time in grabbing Sammy by the arm and marching him over toward a grand old oak tree.
‘Stand still and hold your hands against the trunk,’ Harrison barked. ‘You’re getting a hard spanking right here and now. A spanking you won’t forget either.’
‘But Daddy! What if someone sees?’ Sammy cried out, suddenly realizing the error of his ways.
‘You should have thought about that when you disobeyed me!’ Harrison bellowed, his voice full of menace. ‘Now let’s get those butt cheeks of yours on display.’
Harrison yanked Sammy’s jeans down to his ankles and quickly followed that up by pulling Sammy’s rainbow-colored polka dot briefs down too. With Sammy’s pale, milky butt on display, Harrison couldn’t wait a second longer.
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘Awww-eeeeee! That’s stinging my tushy!’ Sammy cried out, pleading for mercy.
But Harrison was having none of it. Sammy’s please would fall on deaf ears. As far as Harrison was concerned, the fact that they were outdoors was not going to be factored into the severity of the punishment. This was a real spanking, and Harrison would deliver it just like any other.
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘Learned your lesson yet, boy?’ Harrison growled, his cock hard and his hand warm. ‘Or do you need another ten just to make sure?’
‘I… I… I… don’t know, Daddy,’ Sammy whimpered, the sight of his red-hot booty only motivating Harrison to continue the spanking.
A further twenty spanks ensued until Harrison was fully satisfied that Sammy had been suitably punished. It was a thrill to conduct the punishment outdoors, that being one of Harrison’s most intense kinks.
But Harrison didn’t forget his duty as a Daddy either.
‘Come on, it’s time to get you home for some love and care,’ Harrison said, pulling Sammy’s briefs and jeans back up before picking Sammy up and carrying him the remaining way through the woods and back to the house. ‘There’s a pot of cooling cream that has your name written all over it.’
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Sammy said, his voice quiet and serene. ‘I think I deserved that.’
‘You certainly did,’ Harrison said. ‘But you took it like a brave little soldier. And that’s something to be proud of. Once we’ve got the cream on that flaming hot tushy, I’ll make us a hot drink each and we can relax and play a game. Your choice too.’
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Sammy smiled, his eyes closing and a tender look in his eyes. ‘You’re the best Daddy a Little could ever ask for – even if my bottom does feel on fire!’
Harrison felt genuinely proud of Sammy. He had taken the spanking, owned his mistake, and was now showing Harrison just what a perfect boy he was. Harrison was developing seriously strong feelings for Sammy.
In fact, Harrison was developing the kind of feelings that might want him to never let Sammy leave and return to the city. But that could wait. For now, all Harrison could do was get his Little home.
If only you knew how special I thought you were too boy.
I’ve never met anyone like you.
And maybe one day soon I’ll tell you too…