7. Olivier

Chapter 7

Being spanked by Bear was like nothing Olivier had ever experienced. What became clear to Olivier very quickly was that Bear was the real deal as a Daddy, and it was most certainly going to be a very real spanking too.

Olivier had fooled around with Daddies during parties and at clubs, but he had never taken a spanking with the intensity that Bear had brought to the punishment. And it wasn't just the fact that the spanks were hard, or that Bear's large hands were able to cover such a sizeable patch of Olivier's butt cheeks either.

The connection between Olivier and Bear had felt like something special too.

As Olivier lay across Bear's lap. He felt a mixture of powerful emotions. He felt a little bit afraid, aroused, and like everything in the world was being put in its rightful place. The spanking just felt like it was meant to be. Olivier had never felt anything approaching that kind of Little and Daddy connection before, and while it was good, it was a little bit overwhelming too…

‘Please can we cuddle for a little bit longer?' Olivier said, the cozy surroundings of the café's stockroom making him even keener to stay close to Bear. ‘My bottom still hurts and I just want to… be close to you.'

‘Of course we can,' Bear said, carefully turning Olivier and cradling him in his arms. ‘Tyson's a great guy, he'll make sure no one walks in on us.'

‘He does seem nice,' Olivier replied. ‘And I liked him watching too.'

Olivier suddenly felt his cock begin to harden at the memory of Tyson watching the spanking unfold. Although the connection had very much been between Olivier and Bear, there had been an extra dimension brought to the table by having another Daddy watching.

‘Ooops, sorry,' Olivier said, trying to twist and cross his legs to avoid his obvious hardness coming to Bear's attention.

‘It's okay, you don't need to worry about that,' Bear said, chuckling and running his hand over Olivier's hair. ‘It's perfectly natural. And it's cute too.'

Olivier felt himself blush.

The very gently teasing of his hard but petit cock was enough to make his manhood throb even harder. And judging by the far larger outline of a cock that was pressing up against his butt, Olivier figured that Bear was enjoying it just as much as him.

‘Yours feels… big,' Olivier said, his mind suddenly awash with thoughts of just how much Bear was packing. ‘I'm a Little with a small one, and you're a Daddy with a big one.'

Olivier giggled and snuggled up closer to Bear, the pain of the spanking subsiding as he felt himself enter Little Space. This was very much an unexpected but welcome turn of events as far as Olivier was concerned and something that he hadn't experienced before either.

Typically the only way that Olivier would go into Little Space was after really settling down and playing with his favorite toys or going on a playdate with his fellow Little friends. But to feel himself regressing, and doing it in a sexy way too, in Bear's company was something else altogether – and Olivier was there for it.

‘I knew there was a sweet boy in there,' Bear said, his strong arms wrapped around Olivier and keeping him nice and warm. ‘All that sass, the lying, and being a naughty boy… you don't have to do that. You can be a good boy. And you'll see the rewards from it too. Trust me on that.'

‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,' Olivier said, letting himself go and feeling all warm inside as he uttered the D-word. ‘I want to be a good boy. But sometimes it's difficult.'

‘I know, I know,' Bear said, leaning over and planting a kiss on Olivier's forehead. ‘But we can work on it together. Just you and me. I know how much you love playing hockey. And I've heard that you could be special. But we need to work together to bring the real you to the forefront.'

Olivier smiled and nestled himself up against Bear's large, strong chest.

‘I wish Magic was here,' Olivier said. ‘He's my stuffie.'

‘Of course,' Bear replied. ‘A boy and his special stuffie are best friends. I know that. Well, how about this for an idea? We get your pants pulled back up, leave here, pick up Magic and some other things, and take you for a playdate at Met Milkshakes?'

Olivier's eyes lit up.

He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

Bear had gone from delivering a butt-roastingly hot spanking to offering to take him for a playdate at Met Milkshakes. And all of this on a workday too…

‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!' Olivier squealed, giggling and wriggling around in Bear's lap. ‘Thank you, Daddy, thank you!'

And with that, Bear gently put him down onto his two feet and watched as Olivier swiftly pulled up his briefs and trousers.

‘Just don't get too used to this kind of thing during official Ice Bears time,' Bear said, frowning. ‘Or I'll be the one getting in trouble with Danilo Doni.'

‘I won't,' Olivier replied, his mind already racing ahead to the fun he would be having at Met Milkshakes.

And not only that, but Olivier was beginning to wonder whether him and Bear might have a future together as Daddy and Little beyond training and Ice Bears business. After all, a spanking was one thing. But not all Daddies were as good when it came to playtime…

He's handsome.

He's stronger than an ox.

But will he be fun on a playdate?

‘I kind of wished I'd tidied up now,' Olivier said, an embarrassed look on his face as him and Bear entered the apartment to pick up Magic. ‘It's not always this messy.'

‘Hmmm, I'm not sure I believe you,' Bear replied, a puzzled tone in his voice as he looked around and saw clothes everywhere, empty drinks bottles, and toys scattered.

‘I'll go and get Magic from my bedroom,' Olivier said, scurrying away and leaving Bear to survey the chaotic living area and kitchen.

Olivier returned from the bedroom with Magic under one arm and a romper in the other, but he was met by a sight he could never have predicted…

‘Bear, what are you… doing?' Olivier asked, a puzzled tone in his voice.

‘What does it look like, boy?' Bear replied, chuckling. ‘I'm tidying. And you can help me do it. Met Milkshakes can wait for another day. Getting your place looking good is the priority now.'

Olivier felt conflicted.

He had been looking forward to going to Met Milkshakes and seeing what kind of Daddy Bear could be in that environment. A big part of Olivier wanted to stomp his feet on the ground and make his protests heard. Met Milkshakes was fun and tidying up most certainly wasn't.

However on the flip side, Olivier sensed that Bear was right.

The place did need to be freshened up and brought into line. It might not be as exciting as jumping around in a ball pit or playing make believe castles and unicorns, but it wasn't every day that a gorgeously gruff Daddy offered to help tidy up.

‘Okay,' Olivier said, putting Magic on the kitchen table and walking over toward Bear. ‘Where shall we start?'

‘Well unless you didn't notice, I already did start!' Bear laughed. ‘But I think you can make a start by finding all the Lego that has been scattered and putting it back in the big red Lego box over in the corner.'

‘Yes, Daddy,' Olivier replied. ‘I can definitely do that.'

Olivier duly went about his job of locating and putting away the Lego that that been scattered across the living area. To begin with, it felt like a never-ending task. But slowly and surely, Olivier began to fill the Lego box until he was sure that wasn't a single piece left there for him to find.

‘I'm all done,' Olivier said, flopping backward onto the couch. ‘Could we maybe have a drinkie break?'

‘Hmmmm. I don't know about that,' Bear said, breaking out into a big smile. ‘Of course. I'm thirsty too. How about I check out what drinks you have and make us something to quench our thirst?'

Olivier nodded and watched as Bear searched through his refrigerator, looking for options.

‘I see a lot of alcohol here,' Bear said, shaking his head. ‘I'm not seeing too many nutritious foods or healthy juices. This OJ will have to suffice.'

Olivier felt himself blush.

It was kind of embarrassing to have the lack of nutritious food and drink highlighted to him so directly, and by someone like Bear too. Typically, Olivier would brush off any criticism of his lifestyle and carry on regardless, but somehow it hit different because it was coming from Bear…

‘I know I need to do better,' Olivier said, sounding downcast. ‘It's just…'

‘It's just what?' Bear enquired, moving over toward Olivier.

‘No, I haven't got any excuses,' Olivier said, smiling sheepishly. ‘It's just me.'

‘Perfect,' Bear replied, a knowing look on his face.

‘What do you mean?' Olivier asked. ‘How can that be perfect?'

‘Because if it's just you, then that means we can change the situation,' Bear replied, placing his big, heavy hand on Olivier's shoulder. ‘And we'll do it together.'

Olivier felt a warm feeling coming over him. He could tell that Bear was serious about helping him change his ways, and Olivier knew for sure that Bear wouldn't take any crap from him either. There would be no more excuses, no more rebelling without facing consequences. And this time, Olivier felt like it was something he could get on board with.

‘Now, come on, let's drink our juice and get back to making this place look like a professional athlete's home,' Bear said. ‘And we'll make a special area for your toys and coloring supplies too.'

Olivier took a sip of his juice and felt his heart flutter.

Bear was tough, gruff, and didn't suffer fools even for a moment. But Olivier could see that Bear was kind too, and understood what it meant to be a Little.

Suddenly, Olivier was hoping that his one on one training with Bear could become something a whole lot more permanent…