Spanked by Daddy: "Yes, please, Daddy."

James likes to be spanked. Daddy loves spanking him.

I was on time. I needed to be. It made up part of our agreement. That and I had to work out every day, eat healthily, and stay in college. Daddy wanted what was best for me—in all things. He kept me focused on my goals and dreams of becoming a doctor someday.

We were meeting for dinner tonight. My favorite seafood and chops place. I had some things I needed to talk about. Daddy had made some time for me outside of our usual date night. It made me feel special that he would make room for me in his busy schedule.

His warm smile dominated the dining room as I approached. What we had was special. I had met my Daddy, Carl, through a mutual friend. I had been looking for someone to take me under their wing. Someone who shared my kinks. A good friend had introduced me to Carl.

We had hit it off right away.

Daddy was a computer programmer. Had his own business writing accounting software. He had done well for himself, setting himself up in a beautiful home with a secure income. I looked up to him. He had the kind of discipline I hoped to achieve someday. Daddy was twenty-seven years my senior. He had experienced much more of life than I had.

"James." Daddy rose to his feet and waited for me to sit before retaking his seat. He would have already ordered. No alcohol for me. I wasn't permitted any when we were together. Daddy liked me to be focused, so our conversations would be productive.

Daddy leaned back in his chair. "How has your week been?"

"Tumultuous." I took a sip of my water.

"Which is why you called me. You said you had things you wanted to discuss."

"I've been having trouble concentrating at school."

Daddy's eyebrows furrowed. "Have you been sleeping all right?"

I shook my head. "No. My roommate is moving out. I'm a bit stressed about how I'm going to make the extra money for rent until I find a new roommate."

"Are you able to pick up more shifts at work?"

"I can … but then I'm worried about how I'm going to find enough time to study." I sighed. "And my best friend … you know Derek … he's being distant with me for some reason."

"That seems odd. You two are so close. Have you tried talking it through with Derek? Find out what's bothering him."

I scoffed. "He says it's nothing to do with me."

"Maybe you should believe him. It's not always about you, you know. Ninety-nine percent of the time when someone is treating you bad, it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

"I know, I know … it's just difficult to put into practice."

"Believe him." Daddy drained his glass of scotch. "Now about work and school. Maybe we could go over your time schedule together. Try to work out how you can fit everything it."

I smiled at him. "That would be really helpful. Thank you."

Daddy reached across the table for my hand. I accepted his squeeze of reassurance. My world always seemed to be set back on track after I spoke with him. Daddy had a way of putting things in perspective. How he put up with me, I'll never know. Daddy was a pillar of patience.

When the food came, I dug into what Daddy had picked out for me. Lean pork chops with roasted potatoes and green beans. No fatty sauces. It was the best meal I'd had in a week. I usually succeeded in cooking per our agreement, but I was no chef in the kitchen.

Daddy laid his fork and knife on the plate, together on an angle, signifying he was finished. Over the seven months we had been together, Daddy had taught me the finer details of manners when it came to social interactions. I had learned a lot. I set my fork and knife the same as his.

As Daddies went, Carl was a catch. I'd had Daddies before that never took this much time with me or cared as much about my overall wellbeing. Plus, we had fun together. His care and attention translated into the bedroom as well. Daddy knew how to take care of me.

"Do you have time to come by the house tonight?" Daddy asked. "Watch a movie."

I smiled at him. "I would love to do that."

"Perfect." Daddy paid the bill and we headed to our separate vehicles. I would meet him there. He was already inside the house when I pulled into his driveway.

Daddy queued up Spider Man: Far From Home, then banged around in the kitchen making popcorn. I hauled a blanket onto the sofa and curled up waiting for him. I had seen the movie before but Daddy hadn't. I was happy enough to see it again. I had watched it alone last time.

Settling in, I tucked myself against Daddy's side and hauled the blanket over my shoulder and across his lap. He set the bowl on his thighs and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head against his neck and fished a bit of popcorn from the bowl.

Daddy kissed my head. "You know I adore you, don't you?"

I snuggled tighter to him. "I do, sir." The feeling was mutual and Daddy knew that. I didn't need to reciprocate the sentiment every time he brought it up. I kissed his chin. There must have been enough emotion in the kiss because Daddy hummed happily against my hair.

We sat through the movie in silence, munching on our snack, Daddy hugging me tight to him during the exciting scenes. When the movie was done, I folded up the blanket and made my way to the front door. Tonight wasn't a play night. This was just us hanging out.

"I'll see you on Tuesday," Daddy said.

"Seven. I'll be here, sir." I wrapped my arms around him, enveloped in the big bear hug he always gave me when we parted ways. It felt like coming home after a long trip. It energized me.

The next few days were bearable thanks to the extra time I'd had with Daddy. Usually, I only saw him once a week. Every Tuesday at seven. I would often stay overnight on our night together but not always. Sometimes Daddy had business meetings he had to attend early in the morning.

Tonight was a sleepover night. I was excited. I had packed a small bag with some essentials. Toothbrush, deodorant, and a clean pair of underwear. Sometimes that clean pair was needed depending on what Daddy had planned for me that evening.

I arrived on his doorstep exactly at seven and knocked on the door, then let myself in. Daddy would be waiting for me down in his home gym. He liked to check on my physique every week. I had increased the poundage on my weights recently and it was making a markable difference. My body was lean, sleek, and muscular, with tight, defined abs, just the way Daddy liked it.

I entered the gym and set my bag on the floor. I had on workout clothes under my sweats so I stripped the outer layer off, including my shirt. Daddy watched me. I started on the treadmill, the intensity, and incline set by Daddy as he stood off to the side.

"Did you make any progress with Derek?" Daddy asked.

I nodded. "His girlfriend broke up with him, sir. That's why he was being a dick."

"James … language."

My face reddened. I should know better. Swearing wasn't allowed. It was unbecoming of a gentleman according to Daddy. I apologized and focused on my workout. As I worked with the weights, Daddy stroked my bare shoulders, and back, and chest, down to my abs. My skin was smooth—hairless by Daddy's request. Sometimes he liked to oil me up before sex.

Once I finished with the weights, I sat on the floor and stretched. I caught Daddy's eye in the mirror. He was smiling at me. I was glad he was pleased. I felt good about my body.

Daddy headed into the washroom attached to the gym ahead of me and turned on the shower. I stepped into the heat and soaked in the healing effect on my muscles. I soaped up. I had already douched earlier. All I needed to do was scrub my body and hair to Daddy's liking.

He was waiting for me when I stepped out of the shower, towel in hand. He started with my face and hair, gently drying me. Such care and attention. Then my shoulders and arms—hands, torso—front and back, my ass, my thighs and calves, my feet—between my toes, then my cock and balls. He paid special attention to them, ensuring they were dry.