MAX
He’s not going to last long.
And if he gets too tired, there might be trouble.
I think it’s time to take some pre-emptive action…
‘Hmmmm, but what about a movie?’ Channing replied, pouting as he flicked from TV channel to TV channel. ‘We could have a bath after a movie instead.’
‘We could,’ Max replied, keeping his voice nice and even. ‘But I’m not sure you’d enjoy a movie seeing as how tired you are. You had a lot of fun with your friends today, and I’m thinking what you really need is a nice long soak in the tub and then a bedtime story.’
Max watched Channing and could see that the boy was trying to work things out in his head. Channing evidently felt like staying up late and watching a movie, but it was clear that he also knew just how tired he was.
Max leaned over and patted Channing on his knee.
It was no use trying to force Channing into making a decision, but at the same time Max also knew what was best for his boy. And if that meant applying a slightly firmer approach, then that was fine too.
‘Okay, I’m going to help you decide,’ Max said, smiling. ‘You come for a bath now and I’ll give you an extra five-minutes playtime at the end with your rubber duckies. How does that sound?’
‘Okay,’ Channing replied, immediately springing off the couch and making his way to the bathroom with an excited spring in his step.
‘Bath time it is,’ Max said, more to himself than to Channing.
But if Max thought that the promise of rubber duckies and playtime was going to curb Channing’s potential grouchiness, then he had another thing coming…
* * *
‘Weeeeee!’ Channing exclaimed, sliding up and down the bathtub on his back. ‘Splish! Splash! Splooooosh!’
As a wave of bath water rose up the side of the bath and crashed down onto the bathroom floor, Channing appeared to be having a great time. But Max could already see that Channing was crossing the line from being a tired boy to a naughty one.
Still, Max wanted to give Channing one more chance.
‘Boy, I’ll ask you again,’ Max said, his voice firm. ‘Please don’t slide like that. Have fun but keep the water inside the tub.’
‘Maybe,’ Channing replied, gripping the handles at the side of the tub and seemingly readying himself for another swing and splash. ‘Or maybe not…’
‘I’m warning you,’ Max growled, his patience now wearing thin. ‘Do not make another big splash.’
‘Okay, fine,’ Channing said, pouting but then letting a sly smile creep onto his face. ‘Splash time it is!’
And much to Max’s frustration, Channing worked himself into the highest position at the back of the tub that he could and then flung himself forward, causing a huge wave of water to rise up and splash down onto the bathroom’s tiled floor.
‘That is it!’ Max roared. ‘I’m spanking that butt of yours right here and now.’
‘No, wait!’ Channing cried, clearly regretting his actions almost as quickly as he had acted on them.
‘You want to act the sassy, bratty fool in the bath, then that’s precisely where I’ll whoop your butt,’ Max barked.
Channing watched on with a look of pure shock on his face as Max rolled up his jeans and stepped into the bath.
‘No, Daddy, I was only fooling around,’ Channing pleaded, crossing over into a tantrum as he splashed his hands down onto the water and soaking Max’s trousers up to his crotch.
‘You’ll learn your lesson right this instant,’ Max growled, crouching and then spinning Channing around so that his hot, wet butt was bent over the edge of the bath. ‘And a wet pair of butt cheeks will feel each spank three times as much. I can promise you that.’
Channing protested but Max was having none of it.
‘Hold still or you’ll make it even worse,’ Max grunted, pulling his hand back and then crashing it down onto Channing’s wet, wobbling cheeks.
‘Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!’ Channing cried out, his left butt cheek instantly reddening from his Daddy’s hand.
‘Yup, that’s the spot,’ Max said, bringing down his hand on Channing’s right cheek to equal effect. ‘And we’ll keep going until I say we’re done.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘You are a naughty little boy who needs to learn this lesson,’ Max commanded in between spanks. ‘Your Daddy gave you every chance, but you sassed and acted out time after time. Now hold on tight, I’m going to bring this spanking home.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ Channing cried out, his cheeks looking like they might just catch on fire. ‘I didn’t mean it. I was just… so tired!’
‘You certainly were,’ Max barked. ‘But a good Little listens to his Daddy. I was trying to help you. And all I got in return was backtalk and disobedience.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘And now I have one punished little boy,’ Max said, bringing the spanking to a conclusion.
‘I’m… s-s-s-sorry, Daddy,’ Channing said, his bottom lip wobbling as he turned and immediately launched himself into Max’s welcoming arms. ‘I think I deserved that.’
With Channing sniffling as he snuggled up to Max for comfort, Max could sense that the boy meant what he said. And Max knew that being a Daddy was about the aftercare as much as a discipline.
It was time to take Channing out of the bath and get his bottom nice and cooled down.
‘Come on, let’s get some of Daddy’s special cooling gel on those cheeks,’ Max said, helping Channing out of the bath. ‘And after that, I think we both get into our pajamas and then have a nice story in bed together. How does that sound, my love?’
‘It sounds great,’ Channing said, his voice steadier now and a little smile in the corner of his mouth. ‘After all, Daddy does know best…’
‘Indeed he does,’ Max chuckled.
And with that, Max took his darling boy to get plenty of cooling gel onto his throbbing butt before a quick bedtime story and then a nice, long night of sleep.
Being a Daddy to a whip smart boy like Channing had plenty of wonderfully hot and wholesome moments – but Max knew that sometimes he would have to do what all good Daddies do and lay down the law. And, truth be told, even that had its upsides too…