14. HARRISON
HARRISON
Giving Sammy his milk and putting him down for a nap had been a tremendously satisfying experience for Harrison. The feeling of warmth and love that Harrison experienced as he watched his boy slurp down the milk and then gradually fall asleep in his arms was simply magical.
Harrison’s peak years as an author had seen him sell hundreds of thousands of copies of his novels, and draw admiring glances from some of the hottest guys around.
But Harrison had always known that his life was missing something.
All the money and attention in the world was fine, but it was surface level.
Harrison was beginning to see now just how rewarding and deeply important being a Daddy to a worthy boy was to him.
‘He’s got you, hasn’t he?’ Max asked, sipping on his whisky on the armchair opposite Harrison. ‘I know that look. I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.’
‘Hey, is there any point in me trying to play it down?’ Harrison asked, smiling as he leaned over and clinked his whisky glass against Max’s. ‘Yeah, the boy’s got me all right. I just didn’t expect it to happen so fast, you know?’
‘Hell, I know my journey with Louie was different to yours and Sammy’s, but I do know how quickly things can change,’ Max answered.
‘Me and Louie had something, then I had to bounce. But when I came back… something changed. And it changed hard and fast. Sammy seems like a great boy, but I think you know that better than me.’
Harrison smiled.
It was great to be able to hang out with Max like this.
And to do it back on the very same campus that they shared together as students was something else.
The pair of them, and their fellow Daddy Michael, had so many shared memories of being young bucks on campus together.
They were wild times, that was for sure.
But what had always stood out more than anything was how close the three of them were.
Yes, there were plenty of parties and wild times.
However the moments that Harrison had always truly treasured were the quieter, more intimidate times when the three of them would sit, relax, and let the conversation flow.
‘We sure had some good times back in the day,’ Harrison said, refreshing his whisky glass and then doing the same with Max’s glass. ‘And look at me now, back where it all started…’
Harrison allowed his sentence to trail off, worried about dampening the mood.
The last thing that Harrison wanted was to get into a conversation about how his publishing career hadn’t continued to shine. And on top of that, there was also the irritation of Dean Hoffman to contend with.
As good as Harrison’s life was in that moment, it wasn’t perfect – not be a long shot.
But Harrison didn’t want to bring Max down with him too.
Harrison wanted to keep the mood buoyant and upbeat.
After all, the two Daddies had just had a great time feeding their boys and watching them sleep angelically in the playroom.
However if Harrison thought he was going to be able to hide his feelings, he was probably forgetting just how in tune Max was to his feelings.
After all, the pair of them had been through plenty together rover the years – and it wasn’t that long ago that Harrison had come to Max’s support through some difficult times too.
‘So… let me guess,’ Max said, a knowing look on his face. ‘The new book. And that asshole of a Dean.’
Harrison paused for a moment. There was no point in trying to fool Max, he was far too sharp for that. No, the only answer was to be honest and open.
‘Yup, and… yup,’ Harrison said, furrowing his brow. ‘But…’
‘Life’s tough, man,’ Max said, cutting Harrison off before he could go any further. ‘but trust me, you’ll find it a whole lot better with a boy like Sammy. And, you know, you’re still the biggest Daddy on campus even after all these years…’
The two men laughed together.
‘We should do this more often,’ Harrison said, warmth spreading over his body as a fresh glug of whisky hit. ‘And next time we need to make sure Michael’s here too.’
‘That sonofabitch is too busy making millions,’ Max chuckled. ‘But if he can fit us mere mortals into his hectic business schedule, then fuck yeah he should be here next time.’
Harrison appreciated Max’s no nonsense approach to the world. Max was a real straight shooter and was pretty much the perfect friend to have who would cut through the crap and get to the point.
While it was true that Harrison’s life still wasn’t perfect, he knew that he had plenty to be grateful for.
And with his writing juices beginning to show signs of flowing more since Sammy’s arrival on the scene, Harrison was happy enough to take it step by step.
Handling Dean Hoffman was another matter, and one for another time.
All Harrison wanted to do right now was bask in the happiness of having a sleeping, satisfied boy in the playroom and one of his best Daddy friends for company as the evening turned to night.
Life was good, and Harrison was ready to run with it and make it even better…
* * *
The morning came and after bidding farewell to Max and Louie, Harrison decided that he wanted a little time to sit down at his laptop and write.
But Sammy had other plans…
‘Poo! I want to play more Lego,’ Sammy said, stomping around the kitchen in his bright red pajamas. ‘I want Lego! I want Lego!’
Harrison took a moment before losing his cool.
Yes, he wanted to spend some time writing, but he sensed that Sammy was probably feeling sad that he no longer had a Little to play with.
Sammy and Louie had bonded so well together that it was understandable that Sammy might act out a little bit.
With this in mind, Harrison decided that he would play the diplomat and offer Sammy a compromise.
‘How about I play Lego with you for half an hour, and then I’ll do some writing?’ Harrison asked, taking a knee and opening his arms out. ‘What do you say, boy?’
‘Okay, Daddy,’ Sammy said, immediately running to the Lego in the play area and tipping it all out on the floor.
Harrison could see that while Sammy might have accepted his compromise, there still might be tricky ground to navigate.
But rather than waste any time wondering, Harrison simply got involved with the Lego and began to build a space station to go alongside the spaceship that Sammy and Louie had made the previous day.
While Harrison could tell that Sammy was still a little put out by not having his Little friend to play with, everything ticked over okay. And with the space station built, Harrison glanced at his watch and saw that the half hour was up, and it was time for him to do some much needed writing.
With this mind buzzing with ideas and a real desire to let it rip on his keyboard, Harrison stood up and stretched out above him.
‘Okay, now you play and make some more spaceships,’ Harrison said. ‘I’ll be in the office typing, so just give me a call if you need help.’
‘No!’ Sammy replied, stomping his foot. ‘Not fair. I want you to stay.’
‘Now come on, you know that we agreed to half an hour,’ Harrison said, standing with his hands on his hips but keeping an even tone in his voice. ‘And we’ve actually gone over by a couple of minutes too. Don’t worry, I won’t be too long. But I really need to do this work.
‘Stinkers!’ Sammy said, stomping his foot again and this time leaning over and picking up the space station and holding it over his head. ‘Stink! Stink! Stink!’
Harrison could see that Sammy was teetering on the edge of a full blown tantrum.
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
However as much as Harrison felt sympathy for Sammy, he also couldn’t deny the fact that Sammy was out of line. This wasn’t good behavior and as a responsible Daddy, Harrison knew that he had to clamp down on it quickly.
Put the space station down nice and carefully,’ Harrison said. ‘We spent a lot of time making that, didn’t we?’
‘I’ll put it down if you promise to stay with me!’ Sammy said, his voice full of bratty intent. ‘If you don’t, I’m going to… throw it.’
‘Nope, we’re not doing this,’ Harrison barked, his patience immediately wearing out at the thought of being dictated to by Sammy. ‘This is not acceptable whatsoever.’
Before Harrison could move, Sammy let the space station drop to the floor. Harrison knew that he had to act, and act quickly. This was no longer the time for patient words or reasoning. The boy needed a spanking, and a spanking he was most certainly going to get.
‘We do not throw and break things in this house,’ Harrison growled, taking Sammy by the hand and marching him over toward the couch. ‘And your little butt is about to find out why.’
‘But… I… this isn’t fair!’ Sammy spluttered, full of indignation as Harrison simply ignored him and proceeded to pull his tight red pajamas down over his milky-white butt cheeks and down toward his knees. ‘You suck! This all sucks!’
‘Save your complaints for someone without a backbone,’ Harrison said, firmly securing Sammy in position so that he couldn’t wriggle free. ‘I’m your Daddy and I’ll spank your bottom until its glowing so bright you can see it from another galaxy.’
And with that, Harrison brought his hand down onto Sammy’s left butt cheek.
There would be no warmup spanks, and certainly no easing into things.
Harrison knew that what the boy needed was a short, sharp punishment that would bring him back down from Planet Brat in the Sass Solar System.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘Owwwwweeeeeee!’ Sammy squealed, his butt turning bright red as Harrison administered a hard, rhythmic series of spanks. ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry!’
‘I don’t doubt it,’ Harrison barked. ‘But you’ve got at least another six to go. So if I was you, I’d buckle up, boy.’
Harrison proceeded to deliver another six spanks of unerring accuracy.
He could feel Sammy’s body tensing up and relaxing, attempting to wriggle and struggle his way to freedom.
But it was no use. Harrison knew that he had his naughty boy locked in and free to punish as hard and as long as he deemed necessary.
‘It hurts so much,’ Sammy said, his left cheek wobbling as Harrison brought down another. ‘I… I… I wish the space station wasn’t broken...’
It was at this point that Harrison noticed Sammy stopping his attempts to wriggle free.
The boy was accepting his punishment and learning his lesson.
With this in mind, Harrison decided to deliver two more spanks to each cheek before bringing the punishment to an end.
After all, the whole point of the spanking was to teach Sammy a lesson – and it appeared that this lesson was almost learned.
‘And that is just about… that,’ Harrison said, bringing one final clap of thunder down onto Sammy’s glowing butt cheeks. ‘Tell me, how do you feel?’
‘I feel hurty,’ Sammy said. ‘But… more than that, I feel sorry. I messed up. I’m sorry, Daddy.’
‘Apology accepted, little Sammy,’ Harrison said, releasing his hold on Sammy and standing up with the boy cradled in his arms. ‘Now let’s go and get that sweet little tushy all cooled down.
And once we’re done with that, you can rebuild the space station while I get my fingers tapping on the keyboard. How does that sound?’
‘It sounds good,’ Sammy said, his voice quiet and full of humility.
With that, Harrison took Sammy in the bathroom and applied a thick, creamy layer of his finest cooling cream onto the boy’s throbbing buttocks. The two of them talked quietly and gently as Harrison made sure to cover each and every red blemish and inch of skin on Sammy’s perfectly round butt.
It might have been a painful lesson for Sammy to learn, but Harrison knew that it was the right thing to have done.
Being a Daddy wasn’t always about fun, sometimes there would need to be discipline and punishment.
And judging from the way that Sammy was smiling as Harrison worked the cooling cream in between the crack of his cheeks, even the stingiest punishment could still have an element of fun to it too…