‘Okay, fine,’ Channing said, pouting but then letting a sly smile creep onto his face. ‘Splash time it is!’
And much to Max’s frustration, Channing worked himself into the highest position at the back of the tub that he could and then flung himself forward, causing a huge wave of water to rise up and splash down onto the bathroom’s tiled floor.
‘That isit!’ Max roared. ‘I’m spanking that butt of yours right here and now.’
‘No, wait!’ Channing cried, clearly regretting his actions almost as quickly as he had acted on them.
‘You want to act the sassy, bratty fool in the bath, then that’s precisely where I’ll whoop your butt,’ Max barked.
Channing watched on with a look of pure shock on his face as Max rolled up his jeans and stepped into the bath.
‘No, Daddy, I was only fooling around,’ Channing pleaded, crossing over into a tantrum as he splashed his hands down onto the water and soaking Max’s trousers up to his crotch.
‘You’ll learn your lesson right this instant,’ Max growled, crouching and then spinning Channing around so that his hot, wet butt was bent over the edge of the bath. ‘And a wet pair of butt cheeks will feel each spank three times as much. I can promise you that.’
Channing protested but Max was having none of it.
‘Hold still or you’ll make it even worse,’ Max grunted, pulling his hand back and then crashing it down onto Channing’s wet, wobbling cheeks.
‘Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!’ Channing cried out, his left butt cheek instantly reddening from his Daddy’s hand.
‘Yup, that’s the spot,’ Max said, bringing down his hand on Channing’s right cheek to equal effect. ‘And we’ll keep going until I say we’re done.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘You are a naughty little boy who needs to learn this lesson,’ Max commanded in between spanks. ‘Your Daddy gave you every chance, but you sassed and acted out time after time. Now hold on tight, I’m going to bring this spanking home.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!’ Channing cried out, his cheeks looking like they might just catch on fire. ‘I didn’t mean it. I was just… so tired!’
‘You certainly were,’ Max barked. ‘But a good Little listens to his Daddy. I was trying to help you. And all I got in return was backtalk and disobedience.’
CRACK!
CRACK!
‘And now I have one punished little boy,’ Max said, bringing the spanking to a conclusion.
‘I’m… s-s-s-sorry, Daddy,’ Channing said, his bottom lip wobbling as he turned and immediately launched himself into Max’s welcoming arms. ‘I think I deserved that.’
With Channing sniffling as he snuggled up to Max for comfort, Max could sense that the boy meant what he said. And Max knew that being a Daddy was about the aftercare as much as a discipline.
It was time to take Channing out of the bath and get his bottom nice and cooled down.
‘Come on, let’s get some of Daddy’s special cooling gel on those cheeks,’ Max said, helping Channing out of the bath. ‘And after that, I think we both get into our pajamas and then have a nice story in bed together. How does that sound, my love?’
