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I’ve been so frustrated all through the day. At lunch I refused to eat my veggies and when me and Daddy were watching a movie, I wouldn’t be still even after Daddy tried to calm me down.
I also didn’t do my chores but Daddy was in a rather nice mood today, so he let it slide just this once. Until I continued to push his buttons throughout the whole day, being a defiant brat to my Daddy who was only trying to take care of his boy.
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“Lay down, Silen” Daddy says with a bit of frustration. I really don’t want to go to bed so I’ve been stalling for the past thirty minutes trying to avoid it.
I begin to roll my eyes but realize that it’s useless because the room is rather dark other than the moonlight coming from the window. “Daddy, can’t you just let me stay up…just this once.” I say with hopeful puppy dog eyes.
I see Daddy pause in the dark, I know he can see right through my antics. I know as well as anyone that I won’t get what I want by disobeying my Daddy. “You know that isn’t how this works Silen, since when have you given orders in this relationship, hm?” Daddy says with a tinge of impatience.
I can feel my heart skip a beat. I may want to be punished but I don’t want Daddy to be…angry with me. I start to feel my eyes water but don't want to give up so soon. I feel so tingly and excited but in the most subtle way.
I want to keep pushing my Daddy’s buttons, so I get out of bed. I know this is beyond disobedience, but the thrill is so good. I walk down the stairs quickly, run into the kitchen and grab unhealthy snacks that are usually saved as a treat. Daddy forbids junk food.
Once I enter the room again, Daddy’s facial expression changes within an instant and I pause out of sheer unadulterated fear. I know I messed up and before I know it Daddy is up and he has a vice-like grip on my delicate neck.
He drags me to the bed and bends me over so that my little butt is accessible to Daddy.
“I’m going to tan your hide boy.“ Daddy says in a deep, raspy voice.
He pulls my pants down first and slowly pulls my cute green undies down, letting the anticipation build up.
I start to feel myself slip into the headspace I’d been wanting all day. My mind is all hazy and my breath slightly hitched, not knowing what will happen next.
Just as I stopped thinking, a strong hit landed on my little butt. “Unh!” A soft whimper sounds in the room.
Two more fall down on each cheek. It makes me flinch at the stinging pain I feel from my Dada’s big, strong hands. “Dada…” I say softly as it continues on for a little while.
Dada knows that I only use this name when I feel extra vulnerable and need him to make me feel safe. He stops and leans down to whisper in little Silen’s ear “Is that my tiny baby boy?”
“Mmph…” I writhe helplessly as Dada rubs my little bottom with so much care and affection. “Dada makes me feel so spacey, I feel all tingly…Dada makes me feel even better?” I proclaim in the smallest voice possible.
A few soft hits to my bottom before Dada is back to rubbing my bottom gently. He does this again and again, making me writhe and whine for my Dada. I feel so needy for him, and it feels so good because Dada gives me all of the attention.
Once my minor punishment is over, Dada begins to rub me where I like it the most which is my lower back. I arch my back in protest, but Dada knows I’ve given up and he knows what I want.
Dada turns me around to admire my body. I lay there, splayed out, hands beside my head and legs spread slightly, letting my whimpers be heard throughout the room. I can’t seem to stop it because it feels so good. I feel the adrenaline all over. I feel much different than I did when I was being defiant.
Dada leans down and asks, “What does my baby want, hm?” I whine at the question, unsure of how to answer or if I can answer at all. I mull over the question a tad too long before I decide that I can use my hands to communicate with Dada.
It’s been a while since I’ve been so little with Dada to the point of being nonverbal. After a while of writhing and wails I point to my bum hoping Dada will understand. And just as I thought, I see a questionable look on his face through the moonlight.
I pull my knees to my chest and point to my weewee with a soft whimper, hopeful that he will catch the hint.
To my surprise, Dada opens the drawer full of diapers. He grabs the baby powder and baby wipes. He wipes me down because I leaked a bit of precum as he spanked me in a firm but gentle manner. I whine softly from the coldness of the wipe.
My Dada makes it all better though as he pats the powder around my weewee and thoroughly around my butt's special place.
He puts the diaper on so that it’s nice and secure and right when I think everything is ok, safe in Dada’s arms. He whispers something that he’s aware I hate when I’m this little. Tears start to well and I feel my eyes go wide shortly after.