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Betterthan great in fact.
Mitch had been administering regular paddlings, spankings and had even broken out his tawse on one or two occasions – much to Kane’s pleasure… and pain too.
With the threat of a potential whooping never too far away, Kane was finding that he was able to focus on his novel so much better. Not only had he done a complete overhaul of his YA series outline, but he had actually managed to achieve something that had seemed like a distant possibility for so long.
Kane had put pen to paper and started writing the first book. It was very much a case of baby steps, but Kane felt good about what he was writing. He truly believed in his heart of hearts that his novel was going somewhere and that it was a story worth telling.
Something else surprised Kane too. He was finding himself going into Little Space as he wrote. While still being able to do the nuts and bolts of writing sentences and chapters, Kane was feeling himself go into full-on Little mode. It felt great too.
It was like the more Kane wrote, the easier he was getting into Little Space, and then the better his writing got. It was like a good kind of Catch 22 situation. Fortunately, Kane wasn’t regressing in age when he wrote, certainly not to the point where he wasn’t able to write!
And Kane knew that it was all down to Mitch.
But it wasn’t just in this sense that Mitch was proving his worth as a Daddy. He was even trying his hand at joining Kane in his coloring activities. It was fair to say that Mitch wasn’t a natural when it came to coloring, but he tried his best even if he did get grumpy and impatient when he went outside the lines with the coloring pencils.
In the main though, when it came to Little activities, Kane was doing most of them with his Little friends. Mitch had no issues with them coming over and hanging out in the cottage.
Kane was delighted to see that Mitch had even cleared out the old guestroom to make space for his very own Little playroom. Mitch had even gone to the trouble of buying a bigbox of colorful wooden toys and an assortment of stuffies to take part in the various plays and roleplays that the Littles would put on.
Even better news for Kane was that apparently there was a new Little in town called Bodie. The other Littles had heard that Bodie was a sweet boy with a lot of heart and they were all in agreement that it would be great to welcome him into the Cape Daddy Littles at the first opportunity.
So, all in all, Kane’s life was unequivocally on an upward swing.
That morning, Mitch had a last minute cancellation on his regular surf class so had decided to go on a hike with a couple of his Daddy Dom friends. Kane loved that Mitch was so physically active although admittedly a big part of that was because he knew he would always have more than enough stamina to dish out a spanking and then bring someseriousphysicality to the bedroom too.
But in all seriousness, Kane really liked the fact that Mitch had good friends and was able to share his passion for surfing, hiking and general fitness with them.
So, with the house to himself Kane decided to be a good Little and get ahead on his novel. He had already completed the minimum word count for that day but decided to put in some extra time to see if he could meet his own secret deadline of finishing a first draft by the end of the month.
It was an ambitious goal, but with Mitch’s stern support Kane was beginning to feel like anything was possible.
Kane walked over to the kitchen table with his now customary rosy-red apple and mug of peppermint tea. Just as he wassitting down and opening up his laptop to begin work, he heard a knock at the door.
‘Hello?’ Kane called out. ‘One second!’
Kane bounced up from the chair and skipped toward the door. It was probably a delivery man or woman arriving with a package. Rarely a day went by without Mitch ordering a test sample of a new surf wax or something along those line.
But to Kane’s horror, it wasn’t a delivery driver. It was the police. And as he listened in horror to what they were saying, Kane suddenly felt the color draining out of his cheeks in mega quick time.
Apparently, the grump who’s cycle he had taken by mistake had a change of heart. Not only had he reported Kane to the police for stealing his bike, but he also said that Mitch had threatened and intimidated him.
‘Kane, he’s pressing charges,’ the police officer said, a serious but empathetic look on his face. ‘I’m sorry. Same goes for Mitch.’
‘But… that’s not fair! That’s a big old lie!’ Kane pleaded, his bottom lip wobbling as he spoke. ‘The old sourpuss is being a bad person!’
‘I’m sorry, Kane,’ the police officer said. ‘I don’t make the rules. I’ll come back later though when Mitch is around. We can go through things then.’
With that, the police officer turned and left.
Kane’s head was spinning. If the charges against him were upheld, it would surely mean that no YA publisher would touchhim with a bargepole. How could he ever be marketed as an author for impressionable young people if he had a criminal record for theft?
But Kane also thought about Mitch. If he ended up with a criminal record, then his surf school would be under serious pressure. How many parents would send their kids to be taught by a man with a police record for intimidation?
This was atotal disaster.
‘Coco! What shall I do?’ Kane said, grabbing his cherished stuffy, tears flowing down his cheeks. ‘This isn’t right. I wouldneversteal from someone! Daddy would never intimidate someone like the old grouch is saying! Mitch is a good man.’
Kane held Coco closer and gave him a big squeeze. But there was no comfort to be had, not even from his bestest stuffie. With the reality of the situation weighing down on him and with Mitch presumably halfway up the Cape Daddy mountain range, Kane couldn’t see a way out of this.
