Daddy Dearest

The Jeep pulled into the mall’s parking lot just outside the food court. Todd wasn’t feeling up to food just yet, but Mark had a plan. “I’ll give you a choice,” he said, killing the engine with a swift turn of his keys. Todd wasn’t sure how to react just yet, so he watched Mark for a cue. “We’ll eat after we buy your clothes, since you usually aren’t in a mood to eat after you start feeling guilty. The choice is this; do you want me to deal with your punishment here, or wait until we get home?”

“But you said we’d talk!” Todd gasped, startled out of his wits.

“We will,” Mark assured, cupping a hand over Todd’s shoulder, “but the fact still stands that swearing is a punishable offence. I only give you this option now because I don’t want you moping and dreading your punishment when you should be focusing on eating and getting stronger. I’m willing to meet you halfway, Todd, but that means you have to meet me halfway too.”

Todd flushed a brilliant shade of red and turned his gaze to his shoes, giving him a minute to think this out. Mark had a point; it would technically be healthier for Todd to take his punishment now instead of waiting until they got home. thenthen Mark could have something devious ped; ed; something so humiliating it defied the laws of social interaction. “Now,” he whispered, surprised the word tumbled out with such ease.

Mark beamed and threw open his door. “Sweetheart, I’m proud of you,” he said, then shooed Todd out of the car. Todd felt like his legs were as sturdy as Jell-o, but felt oddly elated that Mark was proud of him. Mark hugged him tightly for a second or so before they entered the busy mall and headed for the ever-reliable Sears Roebuck and Company.

Mark whisked him over to the men’s department and began his hunt for decent shirts. Sweaters, sweatshirts, shorts, polo shirts, regular T-shirts, and even a few belts were picked up along with some pants for Todd to try. What amazed Todd was a pair of swimming trunks had even been tossed into the mix! Mark hadn’t even been in the store ten minutes!

They both went to the fitting rooms to try them all on, and weed out the desirables from the not so desirables. The pile thinned quite a bit, but not enough to send Mark into a panic. Todd would put on a little fashion show for his lover and be subject to his approval or his critiques, and this was what won him the majority of the outfits he liked.

When the purchase was made, Todd carried his new clothes out while Mark led him around. Their next stop was Rockport shoes, for some proper footwear. Todd hated how much money Mark waendiending on him, feeling completely undeserving of such lavish gifts. Trying on shoes was distraction enough to keep him from crying, thankfully, and they set out again with Todd’s new sneakers and casual-formal shoes.

Mark took him over to Waldenbooks next, but this trip was mostly for Mark. Todd opted to stay outside (but within sight of Daddy) while Mark made those particular purchases. When Todd asked about them, or rather at least offered to carry them, Mark shooed him away playfully and told him he’d learn soon enough what they were.

They were over the hump of buying the essentials, for the most part, and now they could do a little lee she shopping. Todd was still nervous about getting himself into this mess, and he sincerely wished Mark would hurry up and punish him! The wait was always the worst part about it! He was near to screaming to ease the tension, but Mark must have picked up on the mounting tension and led him to the men’s room.

They let themselves into the handicapped stall (after making double-certain no handicapped men were going to use it) and set the bags down. Mark put the toilet lid down and sat on it, and then pulled Todd to him. Todd prepared to bend over his daddy’s knees, but he was stopped and instead seated in Mark’s lap. “You’ve had a lot of time to think about this, Todd. What did you do to deserve punishment?”

Todd gulped, but secretly was glad to be doing this now. “I…I swore…a lot…when I shouldn’t have…”

“Breaking rule number one of your list of rules, you’ll do well to remember,” Mark added, then nodded. “Keep going, Todd. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

Like what?! Todd tried to think of what else he’d done wrong, but was drawing blanks as to the rules they corresponded to! “I…I was disrespectful to you and Doctor Oxford…and…and I threw a tantrum…”

“*Not* a tantrum. You were scared and you acted as you responded to your fight-or-flight instincts. That will never be punished, honey.” Mark let the message sink in for a minute before deciding they’d wasted enough time with this. “So you broke the first rule of our home, were disrespectful and rude to others, and I seem to recall you smart-mouthing this morning when you got up. That’s three offenses, Todd. Reach into your bag and give me one of your new shoes.”

“Not that, Daddy! Please, couldn’t you just…you know…use your hand? Please not my shoe, Daddy! Someone t het hear!” All while pleading for the safety of his ass, Todd was wise enough to obey and present his life-partner with one of his new loafers.

Mark smacked it against his hand once or twice to test the sting of it, and then decided it was adequate. “Lie across my lap, Todd. Leave those on; since you’re so scared of people hearing, I’ll spank you over your pants. But only this once! I want you punished, not thoroughly humiliated.”

Todd was crying silently even before the shoe hit the first time. Mark angled it perfectly to strike Todd’s ‘sit-spot’, and targeted that tender area for another six swats. It stung terribly, and made Todd kick and wriggle to try and avoid it. Then the attention shifted to his left buttock, earning it seven strokes. The punishment was rounded out with seven final strokes to the right buttock, and by then Todd was biting down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. His ass hurt, terribly, and he was so lost in his misery he didn’t even realize pun punishment had ended.

“Twenty-one,” Mark said out loud, helping Todd to gingerly sit in his lap. “One swat to remind you of every year you’ve been alive, and to remind you to behave and act your age when we’re in public.” Todd nodded and buried his face in Mark’s shirt, sobbing softly and apologizing vehemently. Mark cuddled him close and hushed him gently, tossing the weapon of choice back into the bag it had come from. “Shh, shh, we’re all done. Daddy loves you, honey, and he only wants the best for you. No more spankings for my baby; he’s learned his lesson now. That’s right. Deep breaths, honey.”

“Love you, Daddy,” the contrite male croaked out.

Mark smiled and helped him to stand. “Daddy loves you too. He always has, and always will.” Todd peeked up to smile despite his tears, looking absolutely relieved to hear that. “Go wash youre, se, sweet pea, and then Daddy’ll get you anything you want for lunch. Do you want teriyaki chicken?”

Todd grinned broadly and hugged Mark one more time. “I want my daddy.”
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