6. Michael
Michael felt like he had absolutely no choice but to give Korben the firmest of spankings.
Korben was a Little who simply didn’t have any boundaries or an ability to control his sass – and now he was about to find out exactly what kind of consequences he could expect from this kind of behavior…
‘Pull your trousers down to your ankles,’ Michael growled as he observed Korben standing in front of his desk and nervously beginning to unbutton and then loosen his navy chinos. ‘All the way to your ankles. I want to see bare butt and bare legs too.’
‘Yes… Daddy,’ Korben said, his voice full of nerves but also with a clear hint of excitement in it too as his hard cock throbbed and his cheeks flushed red.
‘Good, now bend over,’ Michael commanded, his eyes travelling up from Korben’s slender calves all the way to his brief-covered butt. ‘Hold your position for a moment and think about why you’re about to have your ass heated up. I want you to remember how you feel now, and perhaps that will help you keep your sass under control the next time you’re tempted to act so foolishly.’
‘B-b-b-but-’ Korben said, his voice lacking conviction.
‘The only but that is remotely relevant around here right now is your own bottom,’ Michael said, in no mood to listen to Korben’s excuses.
Michael took a step closer to Korben and couldn’t help but focus his eyes on the sight of Korben’s tight, high-cut white briefs riding up his round, deliciously squeezable ass cheeks. Truly, it was a sight for sore eyes – and Michael’s rapidly hardening cock was certainly not complaining.
However, this wasn’t about whatever sexual attraction Michael and his rock-hard manhood were feeling. No, this was about putting a bratty Little in his place…
‘Hold on to the edges of the desk, a hand on each side,’ Michael said, crouching down so that he could pull Korben’s flimsy briefs down and expose his naked cheeks. ‘This isn’t playtime. This is punishment time.’
‘Mmm-hmmm,’ Korben said, his voice shy but the gasp as Michael put his fingers inside the waist of Korben’s briefs telling Michael that he was the boy was just as aroused as he was.
Michael held his fingers in place for a moment and pulled Korben’s briefs out from his body before slowly pulling them down over the curve of his protruding butt.
‘Good, but keep still,’ Michael said, wanting to ensure that Korben kept his perfect positioning ahead of the spanking. ‘And when I begin to spank, I want you to hold your position. The last thing you want is to move and take the full force of my hand on your thighs or back of your legs. Is that understood?’
‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Korben said, the earlier exhibition of brattiness now seemingly a distant memory. ‘W-w-w-will this hurt a lot?’
‘I expect it will,’ Michael said, finishing off by pulling Korben’s briefs all the way down to and resting them just above his ankles. Michael couldn’t help but notice that Korben’s thick, naked manhood was standing to attention…
The boy is pushing me to my limit.
I’m a red blooded Daddy Dom.
A hard cock, a spanking, whatever next…
‘As I said, you’re getting six hard spanks on each cheek,’ Michael barked, breaking out of his thoughts and refocusing on the task ahead. ‘Is that completely understood?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Korben replied.
‘You have your safeword should you need to use it,’ Michael continued.
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Korben said, a tremble in his voice as the reality well and truly hit home about what was about to happen.
‘Once I begin, I will not stop until the spanking is complete,’ Michael growled, his cock straining inside his trousers and his eyes unable to look away from Korben’s peachy, pert rear.
‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Korben said, visibly gripping the sides of the desk harder in anticipation.
‘Well let us begin!’ Michael roared, pulling his hand back and crashing it down sharply onto Korben’s left cheek first, and then rapidly following it up with an equally sharp spank to his right cheek. ‘Good!’
‘It hurts! It hurts!’ Korben protested, kicking his feet and just about staying in position.
‘That’s the point, boy,’ Michael roared. ‘Two down. Ten to go!’
Michael continued to deliver each and every spank with the same accuracy and intent – and soon enough Korben’s cheeks were turning a suitable shade of red too.
Michael could see that Korben’s hard cock was still in full effect, but the likelihood was this his erection wouldn’t last until the end of the spanking due to the pain. Michael’s thumpingly hard cock on the other hand wasn’t likely to go anywhere any time soon.
‘Keep still, boy,’ Michael barked, leaning over and firmly adjusting Korben’s position. ‘These spanks are meant for your butt cheeks, and I want you to feel them as they were intended to be delivered.’
‘Yea, Daddy, I’ll try and stay still,’ Korben whimpered, the intensity of the spanking pushing his closer to his limit.
‘If you can, try to relax,’ Michael said, softening his tone for just a moment. ‘You’re being very brave. We’re nearly there. But these last four will hurt…’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Michael finished off the spanking true to his word and quickly scooped Korben off his feet and held him in his arms.
‘Good boy,’ Michael said, his voice now soft and full of care. ‘This butt of yours needs some cooling cream without delay, I think.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Korben said, his voice quiet and his eyes full of genuine remorse and his dick now soft and far more humble. ‘I’m sorry. I deserved that spanking.’
‘Thank you for saying that,’ Michael said. ‘But right now, you just focus on letting me look after you.’
With that, Michael took Korben over to the couch in the corner of his office and gently laid Korben down, face first with his throbbing butt facing upward.
Michael swiftly fetched some extra-cool cream from his mini-refrigerator and began to gently apply it across Korben’s thoroughly warmed butt.
‘How does that feel?’ Michael enquired, ensuring to massage Korben’s bottom gently and get the cooling cream into the creases at the bottom of his cheeks too.
‘It feels… good,’ Korben said, his voice sounding calm and serene.
‘Well, you just stay there and let my fingers do the work,’ Michael replied, squirting a fresh dollop of cream on Korben’s delightfully rosy-red ass cheeks. ‘And once I’m done, we can have a nice cuddle together and then maybe think about how you and I are going to take over the candy industry together.’
Korben turned his head and smiled at Michael.
For Michael, this had been a big moment. He had given Korben the spanking he thoroughly deserved – and now it was a joy to see how well he had reacted to his disciplining of him.
Korben’s got ambition, smarts, and talent.
I’m going to need to keep a firm hand with him though too.
But if this spanking was anything to go by, that might not be a bad thing…
With the remainder of the day ahead of them, Michael was feeling optimistic about not only their working partnership, but about how they might just be able to work together as Daddy and Little too…
After cuddling together for what felt like the most wholesome hour in Michael’s entire life, Michael and Korben were now pounding the streets in search of their competition.
‘You see, if we go to the finest independent candy stores we’ll be able to place where Korben’s Kandies fits in the market,’ Michael said, taking Korben by the hand as the crossed the busy street together.
‘Hehe, I just love that I’m in disguise,’ Korben giggled, reaching up to his head and adjusting Michael’s baseball hat.
‘It’s just a hat, and you insisted,’ Michael replied, rolling his eyes before breaking out into a chuckle. ‘But you do look cute, so I’m not complaining.’
Michael and Korben smiled at one another, and Michael couldn’t help feel that his plans for keeping this relationship strictly professional were going out of the window faster than the speed of a turbo charged Ferrari.
It might have seemed doable at first, but now that the spanking had come and gone, Michael realized that there was a chemistry between them that couldn’t be ignored.
On top of the energy between him and Korben, Michael was beginning to wonder whether this expedition to check out the high-end candy stores was a business trip or in actual fact nothing more than a fun afternoon date…
‘We should probably talk a bit more about our relationship,’ Michael said, pausing on the sidewalk and looking into Korben’s turquoise-green eyes. ‘We don’t have to do it now, but we do need a conversation sooner rather than later.’
‘I agree,’ Korben said. ‘I always remember from law school when we did our communication class that open negotiation and discussion was the key to any kind of working relationship.’
‘Okay, so tell me something,’ Michael said, the pair of them continuing to walk hand in hand. ‘What made you ditch law? I mean, I get that you love candy. But why not build a career in law first and then reassess later?’
Michael listened intently as Korben began to explain his reasoning. Michael was highly impressed by how clear and precise Korben was in his reasoning, and while he personally would never be so frivolous, Michael could truly appreciate that Korben had done the right thing for himself.
‘I just wish my mom and pop would be a bit more chill about it,’ Korben said, sighing. ‘We still love each other and it’s usually fine, but sometimes I get the impression that they don’t take me as seriously any more…’
‘And how does that make you feel?’ Michael asked, seeing how much this meant to Korben.
‘Sad, I guess,’ Korben replied. ‘They’ve both had such successful careers in law. But that’s just not who I was born to be. Not working with candy would be like never doing Little activities or not having Jazz. I have to live my life the way I want. I just wish my parents would understand that.’
‘Give them a bit more time,’ Michael said, bringing Korben in close and giving him a quick hug. ‘And don’t worry, with me on your team we’ll build Korben’s Kandies into a business so big that not even your mother and father can deny how important and successful you are.’
Korben giggled and nodded his approval.
‘That’s the spirit, boy,’ Michael replied. ‘Now let’s start hitting these boutique candy stores and check out our competition. Soon enough, they won’t know what’s hit them. Right?’
‘Right!’ Korben said, reaching up and high fiving with Michael.
Michael was beginning to see the fuller picture when it came to Korben. He was creative, smart, and ambitious. But what Michael wanted Korben to realize was that it didn’t matter what anyone else thought of him, not really. As far as Michael was concerned, Korben needed to learn that he was good enough to stand tall in anyone’s company.
And if Michael could help by making Korben’s Kandies a runaway success, then that was exactly what he was going to do.
The afternoon adventure with Korben was a resounding success. So much so in fact that Michael was now feeling more confident than ever that Korben’s Kandies was going to prove to be a hugely successful investment for him.
Having observed the competition in the various luxury and boutique candy stores across the city, Michael felt sure that what Korben was capable of producing was at least as good, if not much better than anything else on the market.
It wasn’t just the fact that Korben had a great palette for flavor, or that his ability to name his candies was naturally full of so much flair and imagination. No, Korben had something else going for him too.
Korben had passion.
As Michael and Korben made their way around the various stores, Michael was blown away by just how passionately Korben spoke about candy.
Whether it was the present day leading candies or delving back in time and talking about some of the most influential candy makers from times gone by, Korben had a deep knowledge of all things sugary and sweet.
But with Korben now full of inspiration and back at the workshop, Michael was left to deal with other slightly less positive matters. Namely, the sudden and unwanted reappearance of Phillip Neal on his radar…
‘Asshole,’ Michael grumbled, taking a seat at the desk in his office and seeing in an email from a trusted source that apparently Phillip had been arranging meetings with several investment fund managers across the city. ‘I know he’s trying to run down my reputation. But why now?’
Michael thought back to when Phillip betrayed him.
It wasn’t as if underhand dealings and ruthless ambition were unheard of in the financial industry. Far from it. But there were just some lines that Michael could never, ever contemplate crossing.
Michael could be ruthless when it came to money.
In truth, there were probably many businesspeople who could tell stories of how Michael had worked every angle to make a deal go through.
But despite the fact that Michael had a hard edge, he was always fair.
Michael had a moral code that he simply wouldn’t budge from, even if there was money to be made by being underhand. As far as Michael was concerned, he only wanted money that he had earned fairly and squarely.
This was a value that had connected Michael with his fellow Daddies during their time at Princeford. There were plenty of over privileged students who made it clear that they would do whatever it took to succeed, no matter who got hurt in the process. This simply was never the case for Michael or his friends. They wanted to be better. They wanted to use their time at Princeford to become better people, not entitled elites.
However Phillip Neal didn’t share these values, as Michael had learned to his cost.
But that was history. And Michael had always assumed that Phillip wouldn’t dare show his face again or try to involve himself anywhere near him.
‘I need to find out more,’ Michael muttered, opening a bottle of vodka and pouring himself a small glass. ‘I need to deal with Phillip quickly and put a stop to whatever he’s doing before he even gets it off the ground. I’ve got myself to protect, and my clients too. Whatever Phillip is doing, it might just be up to me to bring it to a halt.’
Michael took a sip of the vodka and began to put a plan in place.
Michael might have enjoyed a wonderful day with Korben, but it was now time to show the city that no one messed with Michael Dornan and got away with it…