Tough Love

Punishment

*A/N* Firstly, these are my own characters and my own story, I'm not copying from anything or anyone, skip the hate comment. Second, please feel free to continue any scenes, add in extra ones, take inspiration, and translate this book, I would just appreciate the credit.  Third, this entire book contains a ton of smut, age play, bdsm, dom/sub, and daddy/little shit. If you aren't into it, simply don't read. There are warnings in the tags, please read through them. Additionally there will be other trigger warnings throughout. Please enjoy!

I looked blankly at the long spreadsheet in front of me, trying again and again to read the fucking numbers. But my brain just wasn't here for it, I put them down on my desk and sighed. Work was boring, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have a job and make decent money, but it definitely was never my dream to be an accountant at Walmart. I've had worse jobs though.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, probably Ethan. I suppose I should probably introduce myself, my name's Maxim. I'm 23, about 6 feet tall, and definitely pretty fit. I've got short, curly, brown hair, brown eyes, and white skin. Ethan's my boyfriend, he just turned 20, he's relatively small, about 5 foot 8 or so. He's got dirty blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles littered across his nose. We've been together for almost 6 years, since I was about 18 or so, he's definitely one of the best things that's ever happened to me. Anyway, he's really the only person that texts me, I don't have siblings, I burned bridges with my parents years ago, and friends wouldn't text me when I was working. They know I kinda hate it, Ethan know's it too, that's probably the biggest reason why he does it.

I pull out my phone to check my texts, and yup, it's Ethan.

"Daddy??"

I  held back a smile, trying to stay annoyed, he was so cute though.

"Yes Baby", I replied, watching as the little bubbles popped up in the corner.

"I'm bored"

"Go make a video for me to watch when I get home" , I liked watching his Only Fans videos, they helped me with ideas for punishments, and he would definitely need one for texting me during work.

"I don't wanna" , ah, bratting again.

"Kitten, do as you're told"

"Make me" , my cock hardened just at those words.

"I will if you don't watch it"

"What are you gonna do about it from work?" , I sighed, and looked at the time, 3. I sighed again, it was going to be a long 2 hours until I could leave this place. 

Finally my boss let us all go, I hurried out the door and down the stairs, my head was so clouded I was pretty much just running on auto pilot. I left the building and walked to my car around the back. Our complex was about 20 minutes away, so I hit the gas, hoping I could skip the traffic on the way there. At this point my crotch was aching and I knew that pulling over to jerk off wouldn't help. There were some things I just needed Ethan for.

I pulled up to our little, one bedroom bungalow, parked the car and slowly got out. I slammed the door behind me, making sure Ethan would be able to here it from inside the house. I walked up the stairs to the front porch, trying to make my footsteps as loud as possible. My cock twitched as a slideshow of all my favourite punishments ran through my head. I practically had to force myself not to dash inside right away.

I slowly unlocked the door, enjoying the deliberate sound of the deadbolt sliding out of the way. Swinging the door aside and stepping into the house, closing it rather harshly behind me. Without even bothering to take off my shoes I walked straight to the basement, already knowing where Ethan was hiding. I turned on the light to the hallway and walked to the third door on the left.

I waited for a moment, letting his dread sink in, before hurriedly flinging the door wide open, sending his hastily crafted barricade of laundry baskets across the room. I made my way over to the washing machine and crouched down before peeking around the side and into the gap between the machine and the wall. Ethan was curled up in a tight ball, hugging his knees to his chest. "Come here Baby," I whispered, holding out my arms to him.

He carefully wiggled his way out of the gap and pressed his body against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, happy that he had listened to me. I smiled when he pulled himself in closer and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck. We stayed like that for a minute, just cuddling. I always liked to remind Ethan how much I loved him before a punishment. There was no amount of mad that I could ever be that I wouldn't love him.

But I couldn't just let his antics throughout the day go completely unpunished. So after a little while, I pressed my erection into his side and watched him quiver slightly. "You were bad today kitten," I murmured into his ear.

"Sorry," he whispered, snuggling in closer to me.

I chuckled silently at his cute attempt to get off easy. He was wearing a white blouse with a short, blue skirt and gray thigh-highs. Ethan always dressed like that when he had done something wrong, knowing he looked adorable. But it wasn't going to work this time.

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