Page 23 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“You will stay kneeling, eyes lowered until your time is up. Let’s see how you do with fifteen minutes.”
Aaron stayed with Zaire the entire time, not wanting him to be completely alone with this first infraction. He kept silent until the time had passed, and he could kneel with Zaire and pull him off his knees and into his arms. Tears seeped into his shirt as Aaron rubbed Zaire’s back and cooed in his ear.
“You’re such a good boy, Zaire. My good boy. You took your punishment so well, sweetheart. Well done. Such a good boy. So good for your Daddy.”
Aaron had no idea how long they stayed that way, but when he felt Zaire move, he allowed him to retreat.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Idoknow you know best. I’m not used to needing to withhold orgasms. My previous Daddies didn’t do that. I didn’t know…” Zaire trailed off and tucked his head in Aaron’s neck once more.
“I understand, Zaire. I’m here to take some of the burdens now. Try to remember to let me help.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Right. Let’s go get some breakfast. Alright?”
“Okay.”
He’d felt something settle further inside him when he’d had Zairein his arms. Something felt so right about this whole situation. He wouldn’t let Zaire push him away without a fight.
“Let’s get you dressed.”
Aaron strode to the drawers, opening the top one to find an assortment of lingerie. He looked through them until he found a lilac high waisted male thong.He closed the drawer, checking in the next, finding pyjama bottoms and chose a black silk version with a tie-pull. Not finding any tops in the drawers, he drifted over to the wardrobe, noting how quiet Zaire was.
“Bingo,” he whispered as he found some thin-strapped vests. He chose a dark purple and closed the doors. He’d return for a jumper if Zaire wanted one. “Right, let’s get you up.” He laid the clothes on the bed next to Zaire and grabbed his hands to help him stand, which he did with a wince.
Aaron picked up the underwear and crouched down, holding them for Zaire to step into. He didn’t say anything about his choice of clothing, wanting to see if Zaire refused them. Carefully, he pulled them over Zaire’s ass cheeks and settled the thong in his crack, smoothing his hand over the lace as he adjusted Zaire’s semi-hard cock in the front of them. He picked up the vest, helping Zaire into the fabric and settling it over his slim frame. Seeing him in those two items increased Aaron’s pulse, and he looked away to regain control.
The trousers were simple to put on, and soon Zaire was covered up, though his cock was semi-hard. Aaron finally glanced at Zaire’s face, expecting to find him looking uncomfortable, but to his surprise, Zaire’s eyes burned with banked arousal, but the rest of him was a model of relaxed.
Which was what Aaron had been aiming for.
“Let’s get breakfast.” Aaron strode into the bathroom, returning with their half-full coffee cups, and balancing them in the crook of his arm, he grabbed Zaire’s hand with his free hand and led the way downstairs.
Zaire hadn’t said anything, but when he’d made breakfast, Aaron would make sure Zaire was alright with what had happened.
As they sat at the table with their sausage sandwiches, Aaron checked in with Zaire, “Are you okay?”
Zaire nodded and, when he’d finished his mouthful, answered, “Yes. I feel calmer than I did before.”
“Good. Are any punishments a hard limit for you?”
“None that I’m aware of, apart from what we’ve discussed already,” Zaire replied.
“If at any time you’re not happy with something, you need to let me know immediately. I will be upset if I find out you’re hiding something.”
“Okay.”
They moved into the living room, Aaron sat at one end, reading on a book, and Zaire laid on his side with his head on Aaron’s lap, tucked under a blanket while he watched You’ve Been Framed. Aaron hadn’t asked what Zaire wanted to watch but thought something easy on the brain would be the best option, and the comedic value of watching people’s mishaps was that. If Zaire did have questions, he’d be able to mull them over as he watched or enjoy the show. Which he was if his giggling was anything to go by.
Several times, Aaron found himself watching Zaire’s partial expression as he chuckled at the crazy antics. He wondered how often Zaire allowed himself this time to relax fully, and if he was a betting man, it wouldn’t be often, if at all.
When Zaire yawned, Aaron decided to get them moving so Zaire didn’t ruin his sleep pattern as he had to work the next day. “Hey, sweetheart.” He waited until Zaire rolled his head to meet his gaze. “Shall we go for a run?” He smiled when Zaire’s eyes lit up.
“Yes, please, Daddy!” Zaire flicked the blanket off and scrambled up, getting tangled in the process.
“Slow down, Zaire!” Aaron laughed as he helped pull the blanket from around his feet. “You’ll have an accident, and we won’t be able to go anywhere but the hospital.” Obviously, Zaire either didn’t feel any ache in his knees or didn’t care.
“Sorry.”
