Page 31 of Spoil Me, Daddy
“Alright. I don’t usually delay punishments, but because of yesterday’s events, I had to. Do you remember what you did yesterday that you need to be punished for?”
Zaire nodded and kept his gaze on his hands, which surrounded the chilled glass. “I was being naughty at the staff meeting.”
“Yes. But I am also going to punish you for scaring the hell out of me last night. When I couldn’t get hold of you, I was worried something had happened to you. No one would have thought to let me know if you’d been in an accident.” Aaron took Zaire’s hand. “You scared me, sweetheart.”
Zaire had never thought about that. He wrapped his other hand around Aaron’s. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t think.”
“No, you didn’t. I know you were hurt, but you should have come to me with your questions. I’m here for you, no matter what you have to say. Even if it hurts me, I want you to tell me. I want to be able to make it better.”
“I should have. I know now, but at the time, I was so upset and afraid I’d made a mistake.”
“I understand. But you should have spoken to me about it. Even if I had told you what we had was a fling, wouldn’t it have been better to know than to wonder?”
Zaire thought about it and realised Aaron was completely right. Despite the fact he would have to ask an uncomfortable question, Zaire would have known straight away, and none of this would have happened.
“I suppose I have a lot to learn about relationships.”
“No. You have a lot to learn aboutourrelationship. There is a difference. Our relationship will be different from any other relationship you have. That is one of the amazing things about having a Daddy and boy lifestyle.”
Zaire said nothing. He couldn’t disagree.
“Now, onto your punishment.”
Zaire swallowed hard but didn’t move his gaze away from Aaron’s. “Yes, Daddy,” he said solemnly.
“Go into the living room and sit on the chair in the corner, facing the wall. I expect you to stay there for thirty-five minutes. While you are there, you need to think about why you did what you did. I have my own ideas, but we’ll discuss it afterwards.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Zaire stood and gave a small smile before heading to the living room. He didn’t like the idea of sitting there alone for the next half an hour, but he would. He deserved it for what he’d put his Daddy through yesterday.
There was a wooden chair with arms, not particularly comfortable, and it faced the corner where there was nothing he could see except beige-coloured wallpaper. There was nothing to distract him from the time. And the timecrawled.
He could do nothing but think, and it irked him something rotten. He liked being busy and getting things done, but here he couldn’t do anything except fidget. Staring down at his shoes, Zaire thought about yesterday. He hated being a secret. It was that simple. He wanted a relationship he could shout to the rooftops about, not one he had to pretend didn’t exist when he was at work but was full and bountiful when work finished. It wasn’t fair he couldn’t have it all.
Zaire frowned. How could they make it work? If he couldn’t deal with it like it was, he either needed to find a new job, or he needed to leave Aaron. His pulse stuttered at the thought, and he knew there was no way he’d be able to leave Aaron. Even his stupidity of the night before didn’t change the fact he was falling for his headteacher. In fact, it exacerbated it. He reacted that way because he didn’t want to lose Aaron and thought he had no choice. Now, though, he would fight for them. So, the best idea would be to find a new job. He hated letting Aaron and Uma down, but it was for the best.
“Zaire?”
Zaire jumped but didn’t remove his gaze from the wall. His Daddy hadn’t told him he could move, yet. Aaron came around the front of the chair and crouched down.
“You’ve done so well, my precious boy. I’m so proud of you.” Aaron rose and pressed his lips to Zaire’s, licking across them to request entry, which Zaire would never deny. Aaron pulled away, leaving them both breathless, and lifted Zaire’s hands to help him to his feet.
“Let’s get changed and watch some TV before I have to go and make dinner.”
Zaire smiled, and Aaron dressed him in what he called his comfort clothes—shorts, vest and robe—and he settled on the sofa to watch Tom and Jerry. He knew Aaron had left the room at one point but was too engrossed to wonder why.
“Time for dinner.”
As soon as Aaron said it, Zaire could smell the spicy scent in the air, which he hadn’t noticed before. Aaron led him to a chair at the kitchen table, pushing his chair in when he was seated. Zaire watched him as he pottered around, gathering plates and cutlery and adding finishing touches to the food before bringing over enchiladas.
“Mmm, smells delicious. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome, sweet boy.” As they ate, Aaron brought up their topic for discussion. “So, did you think about what happened yesterday?”
Zaire nodded but didn’t answer until he finished his mouthful. “I did. I don’t want to be a secret. I don’t like pretending I’m not yours.” He wasn’t touching on the Simon thing.
“That’s what I thought, too. I think you were being bratty yesterday because you wanted my attention but were unable to have it because we’re keeping things quiet. We need to figure out the best way to work together and be happy with the situation.Bothof us happy with the situation.”
“I can’t see how we can without either telling people about us or me finding somewhere else to work.” Zaire was silent for a moment. “I’m going to stay with the agency for a bit longer. See if I can find a job at another school nearby.”
