Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Blake
Knowing he only had himself to blame didn’t cool the fire his Daddy had lit on his bottom. His Mommy could deliver a very sound spanking, but when compared to his Daddy, hers were nothing but love pats. Shifting yet again on his chair didn’t result in finding a more comfortable position. Neither did the cushion that had been discreetly slipped him when Tay returned with menus after showing them to a table.
“Hi! I’m Tay, they/them pronouns please. I’ll be your server this afternoon. Shall we start with what you’d like to drink?”
“That sounds like a plan,” his Mommy said. “Let the Littles choose first.”
When “ummmm” appeared to be all Lori could decide on, Blake leaned over. “The lemonade is good, and they usually puts lots of extra cherries in if you’re good.”
Lori gave a little squeal of surprise when Tay leaned over to whisper, “And it’s pink lemonade.”
“Ohhh, thanks, I’ll have that,” Lori said with a smile. “I love your hair.”
They smiled even bigger and pretended to scrawl on her hand, “Definitely extra cherries for…”
“Her name is Lori and she’s my new Little sister,” Blake said proudly.
“Ah, Blake, that’s so cool,” Tay said. “Lori is lucky to have you.”
“I am, and you can give him my cherries. He deserves them.”
Tay smiled and assured both Littles they were pretty sure there were enough cherries to go around.
“You know, like spankings,” Gordon injected.
Blake might have slid beneath the table if Lori and their Mommy didn’t just roll their eyes.
Lori ordered the mac ’n’ cheese and dino nuggets after again leaving it up to Blake as to what was the bestest thing to eat. He ordered the same and when he saw his new Daddy hesitating, he offered, “I’ll share a bite of my mac ’n’ cheese with you.”
“Why thank you, buddy. In that case, how about I share a meatball with you?”
“That’ll be great!” Blake proclaimed and only gave a small wince when his enthusiastic bounce reminded him of the last thing his Daddy had shared with him.
It wasn’t like he’d not been spanked before. He’d even had a guy or two smack his ass when they’d scened at the club. But the moment his Daddy took a seat on that chair in the bedroom and called him to him, Blake knew they weren’t there to play. He’d gone to stand before his Daddy only to have him reach out and pull him closer to stand between his spread legs.
“Since we haven’t yet filled out new forms on what our limits are, is there anything about spankings that is a hard limit for you that I should know about?”
Blake considered stating that spankings were on his list but since he’d basically just demanded his Daddy give him one, that would be rather stupid on his part. Not to mention it would be a lie easily uncovered if his Daddy decided to double check that with his Mommy. He was pretty positive his Mommy would not only rat him out, she’d wash his mouth out with a bar of soap for telling a fib.
“No, Sir,” he said with a sigh that had his Daddy’s lip quirk.
“Then, I just need one last thing before we begin…”
Figuring he knew what it was and needed to get this show on the road before he chickened out, Blake unbuttoned his jeans and was in the process of pulling down the zipper when his Daddy’s hand covered his.
“That’s part of my job, Little boy.”
“But I can do it.”
“I have no doubt you can, but I’m one of those Daddies who believe that having to stand before me and wait for me to unfasten your clothing and bare your bottom, adds another facet to the lesson. Do you want to know what that is?”
Blake wasn’t too sure whether he did or not. On one hand, it would keep him from guessing the wrong thing and being embarrassed, but on the other hand… wait. Looking up, he said, “Because it is embarrassing having to wait for your Daddy to do it and it makes you have to think about why he’s undressing you? Though, you’d have to already know that he wasn’t getting you naked because he wanted to have sex–”
O. M. G. I can’t believe I just said that! Out loud! Where Daddy had no chance to unhear it.
Blake’s face burned as he wished the floor would just open up and swallow him whole. He would never ever be able to look this man in the face again. He could live a million years and still would be embarrassed any time he looked at his Daddy. That was if he still even wanted to be his Daddy. He probably wanted to be the one running from…
All thoughts flew out of Blake’s head when he was lifted off his feet and seated on his Daddy’s lap. Not facedown over it, but straddling it with his face being cradled in his Daddy’s large hands. Not only that, but his Daddy was… was kissing him!
It wasn’t a peck on the lips either. It was a full press of Daddy’s mouth against his and every cell in Blake’s body took notice. When one of his Daddy’s hands slid behind his head, fingers tugging slightly on Blake’s curls as Daddy changed the angle, Blake simply melted. He’d never in his life experienced a kiss like this. His Mommy’s lips were so soft even when she kissed him hard. His Daddy’s lips, they were like steel covered in velvet and the moment his tongue slid along the seam of Blake’s lips, he opened his mouth and moaned when his Daddy’s tongue slipped inside. His head spun, his body tingled, his cock attempted to snap to attention but the fact he still had his jeans on prevented that from happening. By the time he heard a whimper and realized it was coming from him, Blake felt like he’d stopped being a Little boy and was now nothing but a puddle of goo.
It took him a good long moment to realize his Daddy had pulled back. Not far, just enough to smile as Blake took in a big breath.
“Better?” Daddy asked.
Speechless, Blake could only nod.
“More importantly, does that prove to you that you have no reason to be embarrassed? That while this session isn’t going to end in us having sex, that is because we are here for a different reason. I don’t believe in rewarding a Little with sex after having to redden their bottom. That’s not to say that there won’t be times when I take you to teach you that you aren’t in control. If you find my cock up your bottom after I’ve roasted it, I guarantee it is not going to be pleasurable for you. Is that clear?”
Blake was pretty sure his room in hell was even now being prepared because while he nodded and managed, “uh huh,” all he was actually thinking about was how it would feel to be beneath this man. Dropping his eyes to where his legs straddled his Daddy’s he swallowed hard wondering how it would feel to have his Daddy’s cock sliding into him, knowing the hands that had just reddened his rump were dragging those hot cheeks apart and…
“Blake, look at me.”
The order had Blake blinking to erase the vision and blushing when he realized exactly where he’d been staring. He lifted his head and focused on his Daddy’s eyes.
“Since you did not give me a proper answer, let me clarify. If your punishment includes such a session, the only one who will be deriving any pleasure, the only one who will climax will be me. You’ll be left with a hot bottom, an ass full of Daddy’s hot cum, and a cock that is locked in a cage. Now, do you get the picture?”
Blake most certainly did. Gulping, he said, “Ye-yes, Sir.”
His Daddy didn’t speak for a long moment, as if to make sure Blake was on the same page as he.
“I do, I promise,” Blake assured him.
“Good. Now, as I was saying, no sex after a spanking does not mean we won’t cuddle. I will definitely hold you and cuddle you until you remember that while your bottom is burning, you are very loved.”
Blake’s soul drank up every word as if he hadn’t seen a drop of water in a year. Somehow, that single kiss had made the embarrassment disappear. He wasn’t sure how that could happen, but then, it had been one really heck of a kiss. Still, a kiss couldn’t be defined as…
“Little boy, stop thinking so hard. There is nothing for you to attempt to analyze or wonder about. If you want to ask a question, then just ask. I can hear the gears in your head turning almost loud enough to drown out the rumbling in your belly.”
Blake smiled and relaxed. “Okay, Daddy, it’s just all a bit new.”
“It is and it isn’t,” Daddy said. “You’ve had a relationship for a year with your Mommy and you told me you’ve played with men. But I do agree that while not new, this is different in that you and I are just starting to build our own connections. In time, you’ll know what to expect and again, if you ever aren’t sure of something, just ask.”
“We will have sex soon though, right? And I don’t mean… um… what you said.” Before his Daddy could answer, Blake blurted, “Not that I don’t want that, well, some of that, but I would kinda like to… um, you know.”
With his Daddy’s lifted brow and tilt of his head, Blake sighed.
Daddy isn’t a mind reader. Got it.
“I’d like to come too. I mean, if that’s all right… if we have fun sex.”
Instead of berating him for asking such a forthright question and then babbling until the original question was basically moot, his Daddy nodded. “I would like to make you come when we have fun sex. Just remember, that will not be until ? —”
“I know, you spank me,” Blake said, scooting back so he could climb off his Daddy’s lap.
“Well, I was going to say until we’ve completed new forms and I’ve received your consent ? —”
“You’ve got that, my consent, I mean. As for forms, I really don’t have anything new, but I’ll fill them out.”
His Daddy smiled. “Thank you. In that case, I suppose all that’s left is for me to blister your bottom.”
Even as his Daddy unzipped his pants and tugged them down, even after his Power Ranger briefs were lowered and his erection popped out like some sort of demented jack-in-the-box—even then Blake didn’t feel the need to run. But he did have one last thing to say.
“You don’t really need to blister it, Daddy. I’ve already learned my lesson.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like to think so,” Daddy said as he turned Blake to the side and guided him down across his knees. “But just as I tell your sister, I’m a firm believer that having a red-hot bottom helps one remember that lesson.”
The first smack of his Daddy’s hand had Blake yelping in surprise. He’d noticed–and admired–his Daddy’s size. But somehow, he hadn’t connected that with the size and strength of Daddy’s paddle-like hands. By the tenth smack he was kicking his legs and attempting to push himself off his Daddy’s lap until Daddy’s leg over his kept them from kicking up. When he was instructed to place his hands behind his back, and he felt his Daddy take both of his hands in one of his, he knew that he’d remember this lesson for as long as he lived. Or at least until the next time…
Blake startled and jerked a little when something touched his arm. He’d been reliving what had happened in the bedroom, he’d totally forgotten he was in the restaurant. He looked from the small hand on his arm to where Lori was seated.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” Blake asked softly.
“Me? I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like you’re worlds away. I just want to say I’m sorry about your bottom. Daddy is really good at giving bootie ouchies.”
More like probably holds the world record in that department.
“Are there Olympic categories for spanking?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, nothing.” Blake hadn’t meant to voice that thought. “I was just saying my sore butt is my own fault,” he said nobly. “If you want to be sorry about something, how about the pinch you gave me?” He rubbed at the spot on his forearm. She was a tiny thing but, man, she had some really strong fingers.
Lori actually seemed to be considering it, but in the end, she shook her head. “Nope. You said I could and the pinch was for scaring me. The punch was for scaring Mommy.”
Well, when he thought of it that way, he guessed he could forgive her.
The food was as delicious as he remembered, and when his Daddy accepted a spoonful of his mac ’n’ cheese and rolled his eyes, rubbed his stomach, and moaned, “Just call me Lisa,” all at the same time, lemonade spewed from Blake’s nose as he burst out laughing and then started choking.
Gordon quickly stood and pulled Blake from his chair to bend him forward. Blake’s attempt to breathe was greatly hampered by the pounding of his Daddy’s hand on his back.
Blake started to apologize, but his Daddy cut him off. “Nope, this one is all on me, buddy. I’m sorry for the mess, Tay.”
“No worries, Sir,” Tay said as they began to press toweling on the tabletop to mop up the lemonade. “I must say, Blake, I believe you could give Moby Dick a run for his money.”
“I know!” Lori pushed her palms against the table to lean back as far as she could. “Wow, I think he spurted on the ceili…” Her screech had their Daddy juggling Blake while reaching out to grab the back of Lori’s chair before it toppled to the floor.
His Daddy didn’t return Blake to his chair until after he proved he could breathe by inhaling and exhaling deeply three times. Once Blake was settled, he looked up and said, “Thanks… Lisa .”
His Daddy chuckled and Lori gave them both a look. “Who’s Lisa?”
“A close personal friend,” Gordon said, giving Blake a wink and ruffling his curls before returning to his chair. “Now, where were we?”
“I do believe you owe our Little boy a meatball,” Beverly said.
Lori gasped and Blake stared in fascination at the sight of their Mommy’s fork as it paused in mid-air.
“What? You asked where we were before the fountain of youth erupted. I’m just reminding you of your part of the bargain.”
“And I thank you for doing so, but, babe, if you try to put that in your mouth, I’m not sure even I will be able to help.”
“Huh? Put what?”
“That!” Blake and Lori both pointed and shouted at the same time.
Their Mommy looked to where she’d used her spoon and fork to twirl every single noodle of spaghetti in her bowl into one giant nest of pasta. She managed a meek, “Oops,” before laughing and using her spoon to push the strands off the fork and back into the bowl only to start twirling once again.
Blake smiled as his Daddy bent to kiss her cheek, wipe a smudge of sauce from her chin and then spear a huge meatball and lean over to transfer it to Blake’s plate. Using his fork as a baton, he pointed at the Littles’ plates and said, “ Bon appétit !”
Thinking this had to be the most fun he’d ever had eating, Blake grinned as he bit into the meatball. He’d admit it wasn’t bad but it couldn’t hold a candle to a nugget that looked like his Tyrannosaurus Rex treat jar.
“These really do taste like chicken,” Lori declared, walking her now three-legged stegosaurus across her plate.
“Duh, they are chicken,” Blake said, forgetting all about his sore bottom when she looked at him with wide emerald-green eyes, her chin quivering. “Oh, it’s okay. Don’t cry, I didn’t mean?—”
“Got ya,” Lori shouted before she burst out laughing.
Blake could only stare as she kept giggling every time she even looked at a dino nugget. “Good grief,” he muttered, shaking his head.
He forgot about nuggets when Tay called out, “Happy Adoption Day” as they and Chef Guilia approached the table carrying a tray.
“Wow!” Lori said.
“Double wow,” Mommy said.
“Triple,” Daddy offered.
“Quadruple wow,” Blake said. “That’s one wow for each of us.” He was pretty sure every eye in the restaurant was locked on the dozen sparklers that had been stuck in the biggest bowl of ice cream he’d ever seen. At the sizzle of sparks flying, he started smiling and when he caught the first crackle and pop, he started giggling. Pretty soon, both he and Lori were holding their sides as the giggles poured from them.
“I do believe someone is overtired,” Gordon said.
“Not to mention overstimulated,” Beverly added.
Their Mommy looked at her watch and Blake saw her look of surprise. “Goodness, the Littles should have been napping for an hour by now.”
“But we have to eat ice cream first!” Lori declared, the severity of the conversation snapping her out of her giggle fest.
“Lori’s right. It wouldn’t be polite not to eat Chef Guilia’s ice cream. It’s homemade! She has to turn the crank for hours,” Blake said.
“Well, not exactly,” Tay said. “But I promise Chef Guilia puts all of her heart into making it.” When the last sputter was heard and the final spark went out, the tray was set down in the center of their table.
“It is such a sweet, magnificent surprise, thank you Guilia, Tay,” Beverly said.
“Yes, I’m sure it’s something none of us will forget,” Gordon said.
“You’re welcome. I’ve seen a lot of Littles find their Mommy or Daddy. We were so happy for Beverly when she found Blake and became his Mommy. But to witness Blake finding a Daddy and a sister as well, and to hear how you came together, it’s a story I’ll never forget.”
Tay’s eyes were wide as they watched their boss disappear back into the kitchen. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say so much at one time.”
“Yeah,” Blake confirmed. “Well, unless Tay has gotten caught in some prank with Mandi. Then I’ve heard Chef Guilia say quite a lot.”
“No need to discuss that. This is about all of you.” Tay began to remove the sparklers and put them on a napkin. “Oh, Chef made the ice cream, but I added a few little extras on my own.”
Lori had gotten to her knees on her chair in order to lean over and see down into the dish. “A few? Oh, Tay! I could dive in and cover myself up with all the sprinkles. I’ll be eating sprinkles for days and days and?—”
“What was that you said, Blake?” Gordon asked. “Oh, right, I believe the expression was ‘good grief’.”
They all laughed and all did enjoy large bowls of ice-cream with sliced bananas, cherries, chopped nuts, chocolate and caramel syrups and, of course, sprinkles.”
“I think you’re going to have to roll me out of here,” Beverly said when they stood to leave.
“I was about to say the same thing.” Gordon turned to where Lori, who was now standing on her chair, was holding her arms out. Picking her up, he gave a dramatic groan. “I think you’ve gained fifty pounds!”
“Not me, Daddy, it’s all the sprinkles. I’m tired,” Lori managed before dropping her head onto his shoulder.
Gordon turned to Blake who was slipping out of his chair. “How about you, buddy?”
Blake looked up and nodded. “I’m a little tired too.”
“I can tell by the way your eyes are drooping. I was asking if you’d like a lift?”
“Huh?”
“Your Daddy is asking if you’d like him to carry you as well,” his Mommy explained.
“He-he couldn’t. I-I’m too big.”
“Nonsense, climb up on your chair.”
Blake obeyed, too stunned to do anything else. His Mommy moved to make sure he didn’t tip backward and his Daddy, well, his Daddy simply bent a bit and picked him up!
“Lead the way, Mommy,” Daddy said as Blake wrapped his legs around his waist, slightly below where Lori’s were already wrapped.
“If I’m dreaming, don’t you dare pinch me!” he whispered.
Lori’s eyes opened and she smiled.