5. Mickey
Chapter 5
Mickey
I was up early in the morning knowing that after such a shocking delay on the journey the previous day, there would be a lot of catching up to do.
Being a delivery guy for the Construction Boys carries a lot of responsibility and I know that everyone relies on me in a big way.
Still, as expected the gang were all happy to see that I had arrived home safely and fortunately not brought the bad weather with me to Los Torros.
As I’m standing with Lane and the other guys, I quickly flash my mind back to Trent.
He was hot, there is definitely no way of denying that.
To be honest, if I was designing a Daddy in a laboratory there’s a strong chance that the end product would look pretty much exactly like Trent.
Initially I was happy that he gave me his number too. After all, it’s not every day that a truly handsome and honorable seeming Daddy wants to give you his cell phone number.
But on the drive back home from the diner, my mind began to play the whole thing over and over in my head.
The more I thought about it, the less appealing I found the idea of being given a phone number and then somehow be expected to be the one who made the first move.
I’m a Little – it’s not up to me to be the dominant one who makes all the decisions.
I want to be looked after and cared for by my Daddy.
The idea that Trent thought he was just going to give me his number and then casually tell me that it was up to me to do all the chasing was actually not that great at all.
So while Trent might have been all kinds of hot, I knew that I was going to give it a lot of thought before calling him. And not before I had some fun by making him wait.
But speaking of waiting, Xander was now ready to address the crew for the morning’s schedule.
‘Some good news,’ Xander says, a smile on his face as he removes his bright yellow hard hat. ‘Mikey pulled it out of the bag and got back home through some terrible conditions and brought with him the goods. We’ve got at least a week of uninterrupted good weather here, so believe it or not we’re actually about as close to finishing on schedule as we can get.’
This was good to hear.
And as the various Construction Boys began to slap my shoulders in appreciation at my driving, I felt a sense of belonging that I wouldn’t have swapped for anything else in the whole wide world.
‘Hey, guys, it’s good, it’s my pleasure!’ I cried out, not wanting too much attention but secretly kind of loving it too.
‘With all this said,’ Xander continued, a more serious tone in his voice. ‘What I’m suggesting is that we work our assess off today so that we can finish early at three. I know there’s a fun play event going on at Morning Milk this week, so why don’t we kick ass on site today and make sure that we can quit by three?’
The roar of approval gave Xander a very definitive answer.
As far as I was concerned, I had no more deliveries to do but was more than happy to help out in any way I could on site. With my solid general understanding of construction work, I was happy to lend a hand in any way I could.
I didn’t have to wait long before my talents were called for either…
‘Hey, Mikey, come and help me,’ Lane says, smiling and putting his arm around me. ‘We’re working on the solar panel installation for the rehab building’s roof.’
‘Awesome,’ I reply, more than happy to help. ‘I can’t wait for the Stuffie Surprise at Morning Milk . Have you got Claws with you?’
‘Hell yeah,’ Lane replies, opening up his backpack and showing me his gorgeous bobcat stuffie. ‘And I assume Atty is with you as always?’
‘You know it,’ I giggle, indicating that Atty was safely snuggle dup in my backpack too.
As we walk over to Nico and Jamie, I begin to explain what had happened with Trent in the diner.
Despite thinking that I was about to give a brief overview of events, I soon find myself slipping back into the frustration I had felt when Trent had so casually given me his number.
And it isn’t long before I’m in full flow either.
But in one sudden fateful moment, I feel the rug being pulled from underneath my big, black workboots…
‘Turn around boy,’ comes the voice from behind me. ‘Let me see the face of the boy who dares to talk shit about Trent Thomas.’
I can’t believe it.
I know it’s Trent but part of me hopes that if I don’t turn around then the problem will go away.
However, the looks on Lane, Nico, and Jamie’s faces are telling me that I have to turn and face reality.
‘I… um… it wasn’t how it sounded,’ I say, my heart racing and my guilty eyes unable to look at Trent.
But Trent isn’t about to let me off the hook. Far from it, in fact.
‘Boy, look at me when you speak,’ Trent growls. ‘We need to sort this out, and we need to sort it out right this second. Follow me.’
‘Y-y-y-yes, sir,’ I stutter, my submissive side coming to the fore and my sass disappearing into thin air. ‘I-’
‘Save it,’ Trent says as we walk over toward the temporary office room at the rear of the construction site. ‘Safe it and tell me your safeword.’
‘Kansas,’ I reply, not even questioning why Trent wants a safeword from me. ‘I can explain, honestly, I promise I wasn’t-’
‘Boy, unless you want an extra ten spanks I would recommend that you keep quiet,’ Trent replies. ‘Your booty is already in enough trouble as it is, I hardly think you want to make things worse?’
‘N-n-no, sir,’ I reply, my cock hard and my mind all over the place.
Am I really about to have my ass spanked at work?
And by Trent of all people?
This is wild – and judging by the look of quiet anger on Trent’s face, I don’t think this is going to be a playful butt warming either.
‘Now, do you agree to this punishment?’ Trent says, his green eyes full of wolf-like desire and ferocity. ‘Because once I start, you will know that you’re being disciplined by a real Daddy.’
‘I agree,’ I say, feeling compelled by Trent’s truly dominant nature.
If I had been unsure about his credentials as a Daddy over the whole phone number incident, those doubts are well and truly being put into the shade now.
‘Good,’ Trent says, holding the office door open for me to enter. ‘As I say, you’ve got your safeword. But unless you use it, I will not hold back. You were sassing me with no due reason. And while it may have been bad luck for you that I was in earshot, it’s not going to cut it as any kind of excuse either.’
I don’t reply.
Right now, all I can do is try to balance my excitement with my fear.
Trent’s strong and lean surfer body is making itself very clear through his tight ocean-blue t-shirt, and his fitted jeans are leaving little to the imagination too.
‘Hands on the desk and spread your legs for me,’ Trent barks, waiting with his arms folded as I trudge over to the desk. ‘Quicker!’
I scurry along and put myself in position.
It’s not long before I feel Trent’s hands reach around an unbutton my blue work trousers and yank them down to the top of my work boots.
I’m wearing a white jockstrap and my cheeks are already full on display for Trent. I don’t know if he’s going to let me keep my jockstrap on or take it off – but all I do know is that Trent is totally in control, and my role is solely to be a good Little and take my punishment like a good boy.
‘Push those cheeks out,’ Trent grunts, firmly gripping my hips and adjusting my body shape.
I might be big, but it’s clear that Trent had no problem in handling me.
I can’t help but feel turned on by his every touch and its evident that Trent doesn’t feel even in the slightest bit intimidated by my size.
‘Now hold still,’ Trent says, his voice stern but with a hint of care too. ‘This is going to sting.’
I brace myself and wait for the first spank.
CRACK!
‘ Owwwww !’ I cry, the feeling of Trent’s hand landing with force on my exposed cheek making me whimper.
CRACK!
‘OMG!’ I bleat, Trent landing a second spank on my other cheek with equally accurate force.
‘Quieten down, boy,’ Trent barks. ‘This room isn’t big enough for that kind of squealing. I could always take you outside and tan your ass in front of the whole crew if you’d prefer?’
‘No, Daddy!’ I say, losing myself in the moment. ‘Please, I’ll take the spanking inside and try and keep quiet.’
‘Thank me for each spank,’ Trent says, his voice full of control. ‘Say Thank you, Daddy .’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I reply. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’
With that, Trent begins the spanking in earnest.
I follow Trent’s orders and thank him after each and every spank. Even when I can feel my cheeks beginning to burn with pain, I continue to stick to Trent’s instructions.
I know it’s only a first spanking, but perhaps that’s why I want to impress Trent so much.
As the spanking continues, I begin to relax a little.
It might sound like an odd thing to say, but I’m finding something comforting about the spanks as they land on my glowing butt. Giving myself so willingly to a naturally dominant Daddy like Trent is like nothing I have experienced before.
This is definitely not the kind of spanking I’ve taken in a club or a Daddies and Littles party.
This feels… real .
I’m clutching onto the desk now and beginning to wonder if the spanking is ever going to end. But just when I think I might be about to tap-out and use my safeword, Trent delivers one final double spank and immediately turns me around to face him.
‘Well done, baby boy,’ Trent says, softly kissing me on my forehead. ‘You’ve got one red booty, so how about you let Daddy apply some cooling gel to make it all better for you?’
‘Yes, Daddy, I’d like that,’ I say, my voice quiet and full of emotion.
Trent proceeds to take a slender tube of cooling gel out of his pocket and squeeze it all onto my cheeks as I turn and present my ass for him once more.
‘How does that feel?’ Trent says, gently massaging the cream over the red handprints on my butt cheeks.
‘Good. It feels… nice,’ I say, my mind clear and a sense of real wellbeing slowly coming over me. ‘I think I was really silly for talking about you like that. I’m sorry.’
‘What’s done is done,’ Trent says, working his fingers into the crevices of my ass to ensure that no part of my spanked behind goes untouched. ‘You took your punishment like a true Little, and I’m glad to say that I feel proud of you.’
Trent’s words fill me with pride too.
I might be bigger than most other Littles, but my needs are just the same – and I can tell that Trent understands that.
We might barely know one another, but I’m already getting the feeling that we have a great understanding about how we each feel.
‘Now, pull those trousers up boy and get back out to work,’ Trent says, a hearty laugh following his words. ‘No boy of mine will ever be accused of slacking off at work.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say, thrilled by his words.
Am I truly his Little now?
And is Trent my Daddy?
I’m sure we’ll figure that out later, but right now I know that I need to listen to what Trent is telling me – after all, after that first spanking I don’t think I’m anywhere near ready to take any more discipline from Trent.
Whatever happens between us from here on out, I think it’s safe to say that any doubts I had over Trent’s authenticity as a Daddy have been put to bed once and for all.
And speaking of beds … I wonder how long it will be before I end up face down and ass up on Trent’s bed?