Daddy Dearest- Baby Steps
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Daddy Dearest- Baby Steps
A/N: Oh my goodiness, she finally came back! ^-^
Sorry this took FOREVER to get out, but college is hard! *sniffle* And working a layaway counter sucks major balls! (I wondered why they called it Zone 7...it\'s got to be the seventh level of HELL!)
Moving on, here\'s the sequel to Daddy Dearest. I tried rewriting \'Trials\' and it didn\'t work so good. This came out instead. So I said \'Well, Self, your peeps have been waitin\' long enough!\' So I\'m posting \'Baby Steps\'. This story is mostly Mark and Todd dealing with past relationships and absolving guilt to make room for their love and DIRTY SEX! ^-^ Most of the warnings I put up are from Todd\'s past, like the BDSM and rape. But that doesn\'t mean Daddy can\'t get a little kinky! ^-^
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The shower hissed to life as the sun’s first rosy-gold rays crawled over the horizon and leapt to the sky to chase off the gloomy dark. A lithe, shadowy figure crept from the bathroom and into the hallway to grab some towels from the linen cupboard, the faint bathroom light following him and outlining each delicious curve of his body. He was naked, and he wasn’t at all ashamed of it. In fact a grin spread across his face as he procured a towel from the cupboard and unfurled it from its crisp folds…
In the master bed, a lone figure slumbered on, oblivious to the danger he was in. The sheets had fallen away from his body, and his face was securely ground into the pillow he slept on to block out the shower’s noise. A feeling of unease crept into his heart for a fleeting second, but he foolishly ignored it and rolled onto his stomach, unknowingly forcing his hips up to make his well-toned buttocks almost an offering to the approaching figure…
*SNAP!*
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW!”
“Morning, Daddy! EEP!”
Todd didn’t even make it out of the bedroom before Mark grabbed him and tossed him back into the bed. A prominent strawberry pink welt was forming on the otherwise unblemished flesh of Mark’s right buttock, and Mark looked as though he’d be putting a few welts of his own on his boy’s pristine behind. “SO!” he thundered dramatically, rolling Todd onto his back and pinning him in place with his larger, stronger body. “A conspiracy against your father! Well, this surely will not go unpunished!”
“Please Daddy!” Todd yelped, not quite sure if Mark was serious or if this was some sort of game. If it was real, then Todd had some issues! He already had a bit of an erection from needing to pee, but that was soon fading into a raging hard-on that demanded sex! “Please don’t spank me!”
Mark bared his teeth in a feral grin, looking for all the world like a blond wolf with a delicious fox for his prize. “Spank you?! As if I’d let this go so lightly! Such treason cannot be remedied by a simple spanking. Oh no, I have a far more fitting punishment for you…\"
Todd struggled feebly, blushing like a schoolgirl and looking innocently into Mark’s sex-clouded eyes. “Be gentle, Daddy?” he whispered, then parted his lips to allow his daddy a claiming, though not at all fierce, kiss. The trail of kisses began there at his sex-bruised mouth, and then gently, teasingly, made their way to his chin, and then to his neck…and to the chest…and the navel…
“Is my little one repenting for his sins?” Mark growled, crawling further down until his lips were resting just above the nest of curls at the base of his lover’s cock. Yes, just that little bit more… Oh it felt so sweet…
“Please,” Todd whispered, panting like a dog in heat. “Please Daddy…”
Mark purred and captured his boy’s lips with his own so very gently, coaxing the command out. “What does my baby need? Wake up and tell me.”
Wait a minute…wake up?
“Wake up, honey.” Mark’s voice was stronger, clearer, but his image was fading fast into blackness. Without thinking, Todd opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the bedroom ceiling, tangled in the sheets which happened to be tenting upward at his crotch area. Mark sat on the bedside, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a Calvin Klein T-shirt, smiling mischievously. “Have a good dream, baby?”
“Oh God don’t look at me!” Todd thrashed around to find some means of escape, but only succeeded in cocooning himself in the sheets and trapping himself. Mark tried hard not to laugh, but his flustered boy was simply too comical to pass up. The laugh was quiet at first, then rolled into big belly-shaking chortles that made Todd struggle harder and blush more fiercely. “STOP LAUGHING!” he growled, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. “DAMMIT, STOP!”
The laughter did stop, just as Todd had asked, but what happened after was not what Todd wanted. Mark grabbed his boy up and draped him over his lap swiftly, undoing the layers of sheets until he found his objective, wriggling and still pink from yesterday. *SMACK!* *SMACK!* went his hand against the fleshy rounds, beating a rhythm into the flesh to remind the offender of his place. *SMACK!* *SMACK!*
The spanking was over with so quickly, Todd didn’t even have a chance to plead for mercy. Oh did it sting, though! It didn’t hurt enough to go into all-out bawling, but the tears were steady in falling from his eyes, and his sniffles were absolutely heart-wrenching. His erection had flagged significantly by now, taking away from some of the embarrassment, but that was replaced with the guilt of earning another spanking so soon after the first.
“I’ve been very lenient this time,” Mark sternly said, helping Todd to sit up very gingerly in his daddy’s lap, “but I guarantee that if I ever hear that talk from you again, you’ll be getting a lecture from my belt! Understand?”
Todd couldn’t bring himself to speak around the painful lump in his throat, so he tried nodding. Nodding seemed only to make the pain worse, though, and Mark looked as though he’d be wanting a verbal reply and soon. “‘M sorry,” the boy whispered, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “I’m such a little failure…”
Mark growled softly and tilted Todd’s chin up to give him a more ample opportunity to capture the trembling lips in a passionate little kiss. “Oh baby,” he crooned, cuddling his boy closer and nuzzling him. “You haven’t failed at anything. So the wake-up wasn’t an ideal one. So what? This isn’t a test; no one expects you to be perfect. I’m not grading you, and you aren’t on any thirty-day trial. You’re mine for as long as you’ll have me.”
The redhead mewled softly and chanced a peck to his lover’s chin, then nuzzled his face deep into his daddy’s shirt to hide his blush. “Want you all the time,” he whispered, his arms snaking around Mark’s waist. “Wanna be a good boy for my Daddy.”
The cop grinned and returned the hug, then tweaked his boy’s ear playfully. “You’re always a good boy, baby. Your mischief just so happens to get ahead of you sometimes!”
The cuddle session could have lasted forever and neither male would have minded a bit, but as it was, the daylight was burning on what was going to be another busy day. Grudgingly Mark got up and steered his boy to the bathroom for a shower, then left him to his own devices while he tidied up the bedroom some. His curiosity was peaked as to what Todd had been dreaming of, and his own member stiffened at the pleasurable idea of his boy’s dream being one of erotic desires they might one day act out. But there wasn’t a need to rush things, really. Todd had come to him as an emotionally-hurt young man, and mending the heart’s wounds came before anything sexual.
Sorry this took FOREVER to get out, but college is hard! *sniffle* And working a layaway counter sucks major balls! (I wondered why they called it Zone 7...it\'s got to be the seventh level of HELL!)
Moving on, here\'s the sequel to Daddy Dearest. I tried rewriting \'Trials\' and it didn\'t work so good. This came out instead. So I said \'Well, Self, your peeps have been waitin\' long enough!\' So I\'m posting \'Baby Steps\'. This story is mostly Mark and Todd dealing with past relationships and absolving guilt to make room for their love and DIRTY SEX! ^-^ Most of the warnings I put up are from Todd\'s past, like the BDSM and rape. But that doesn\'t mean Daddy can\'t get a little kinky! ^-^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The shower hissed to life as the sun’s first rosy-gold rays crawled over the horizon and leapt to the sky to chase off the gloomy dark. A lithe, shadowy figure crept from the bathroom and into the hallway to grab some towels from the linen cupboard, the faint bathroom light following him and outlining each delicious curve of his body. He was naked, and he wasn’t at all ashamed of it. In fact a grin spread across his face as he procured a towel from the cupboard and unfurled it from its crisp folds…
In the master bed, a lone figure slumbered on, oblivious to the danger he was in. The sheets had fallen away from his body, and his face was securely ground into the pillow he slept on to block out the shower’s noise. A feeling of unease crept into his heart for a fleeting second, but he foolishly ignored it and rolled onto his stomach, unknowingly forcing his hips up to make his well-toned buttocks almost an offering to the approaching figure…
*SNAP!*
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW!”
“Morning, Daddy! EEP!”
Todd didn’t even make it out of the bedroom before Mark grabbed him and tossed him back into the bed. A prominent strawberry pink welt was forming on the otherwise unblemished flesh of Mark’s right buttock, and Mark looked as though he’d be putting a few welts of his own on his boy’s pristine behind. “SO!” he thundered dramatically, rolling Todd onto his back and pinning him in place with his larger, stronger body. “A conspiracy against your father! Well, this surely will not go unpunished!”
“Please Daddy!” Todd yelped, not quite sure if Mark was serious or if this was some sort of game. If it was real, then Todd had some issues! He already had a bit of an erection from needing to pee, but that was soon fading into a raging hard-on that demanded sex! “Please don’t spank me!”
Mark bared his teeth in a feral grin, looking for all the world like a blond wolf with a delicious fox for his prize. “Spank you?! As if I’d let this go so lightly! Such treason cannot be remedied by a simple spanking. Oh no, I have a far more fitting punishment for you…\"
Todd struggled feebly, blushing like a schoolgirl and looking innocently into Mark’s sex-clouded eyes. “Be gentle, Daddy?” he whispered, then parted his lips to allow his daddy a claiming, though not at all fierce, kiss. The trail of kisses began there at his sex-bruised mouth, and then gently, teasingly, made their way to his chin, and then to his neck…and to the chest…and the navel…
“Is my little one repenting for his sins?” Mark growled, crawling further down until his lips were resting just above the nest of curls at the base of his lover’s cock. Yes, just that little bit more… Oh it felt so sweet…
“Please,” Todd whispered, panting like a dog in heat. “Please Daddy…”
Mark purred and captured his boy’s lips with his own so very gently, coaxing the command out. “What does my baby need? Wake up and tell me.”
Wait a minute…wake up?
“Wake up, honey.” Mark’s voice was stronger, clearer, but his image was fading fast into blackness. Without thinking, Todd opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the bedroom ceiling, tangled in the sheets which happened to be tenting upward at his crotch area. Mark sat on the bedside, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a Calvin Klein T-shirt, smiling mischievously. “Have a good dream, baby?”
“Oh God don’t look at me!” Todd thrashed around to find some means of escape, but only succeeded in cocooning himself in the sheets and trapping himself. Mark tried hard not to laugh, but his flustered boy was simply too comical to pass up. The laugh was quiet at first, then rolled into big belly-shaking chortles that made Todd struggle harder and blush more fiercely. “STOP LAUGHING!” he growled, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. “DAMMIT, STOP!”
The laughter did stop, just as Todd had asked, but what happened after was not what Todd wanted. Mark grabbed his boy up and draped him over his lap swiftly, undoing the layers of sheets until he found his objective, wriggling and still pink from yesterday. *SMACK!* *SMACK!* went his hand against the fleshy rounds, beating a rhythm into the flesh to remind the offender of his place. *SMACK!* *SMACK!*
The spanking was over with so quickly, Todd didn’t even have a chance to plead for mercy. Oh did it sting, though! It didn’t hurt enough to go into all-out bawling, but the tears were steady in falling from his eyes, and his sniffles were absolutely heart-wrenching. His erection had flagged significantly by now, taking away from some of the embarrassment, but that was replaced with the guilt of earning another spanking so soon after the first.
“I’ve been very lenient this time,” Mark sternly said, helping Todd to sit up very gingerly in his daddy’s lap, “but I guarantee that if I ever hear that talk from you again, you’ll be getting a lecture from my belt! Understand?”
Todd couldn’t bring himself to speak around the painful lump in his throat, so he tried nodding. Nodding seemed only to make the pain worse, though, and Mark looked as though he’d be wanting a verbal reply and soon. “‘M sorry,” the boy whispered, meaning it with every fiber of his being. “I’m such a little failure…”
Mark growled softly and tilted Todd’s chin up to give him a more ample opportunity to capture the trembling lips in a passionate little kiss. “Oh baby,” he crooned, cuddling his boy closer and nuzzling him. “You haven’t failed at anything. So the wake-up wasn’t an ideal one. So what? This isn’t a test; no one expects you to be perfect. I’m not grading you, and you aren’t on any thirty-day trial. You’re mine for as long as you’ll have me.”
The redhead mewled softly and chanced a peck to his lover’s chin, then nuzzled his face deep into his daddy’s shirt to hide his blush. “Want you all the time,” he whispered, his arms snaking around Mark’s waist. “Wanna be a good boy for my Daddy.”
The cop grinned and returned the hug, then tweaked his boy’s ear playfully. “You’re always a good boy, baby. Your mischief just so happens to get ahead of you sometimes!”
The cuddle session could have lasted forever and neither male would have minded a bit, but as it was, the daylight was burning on what was going to be another busy day. Grudgingly Mark got up and steered his boy to the bathroom for a shower, then left him to his own devices while he tidied up the bedroom some. His curiosity was peaked as to what Todd had been dreaming of, and his own member stiffened at the pleasurable idea of his boy’s dream being one of erotic desires they might one day act out. But there wasn’t a need to rush things, really. Todd had come to him as an emotionally-hurt young man, and mending the heart’s wounds came before anything sexual.