7. Dale

Chapter 7

Dale

Dale woke the next morning with a tingle in his tummy. It might have been the stern dressing down he received from Kipp the previous day, or it might have been the wild, crazy, and totally scandalous dreams he had about him over the course of the night… but whatever it was, Dale was feeling in the mood for some fun.

‘ Mmmph ,' Dale gasped, kicking off the duvet and allowing his hands to wander up inside his t-shirt and over his nipples. ‘Sorry Rebel, it's time for some Dale-only time.'

Dale giggled and swiftly moved Rebel onto the bedside table before resuming his fun. As he took off his t-shirt and pulled on his nipples, Dale immediately felt the desire to reach down and take his tiny briefs off too.

Daddies…

Big, strong, naked Daddies…

But none compare to Daddy Kipp…

Dale's mind was running wild as he imagined what might have happened had Kipp taken it upon himself to administer some punishment the previous day. In fact, Dale was almost angry with himself that he hadn't sassed him harder. Had Dale played his cards right, he might have found his bare butt cheeks exposed and at Kipp's mercy.

Dale giggled and then gasped in the most delightful pleasure-pain as he gave his nipples a long, hard pull. Extending his nipples as far as he could handle, Dale thrust his hard cock upward and then let his ass land down onto the mattress.

It was time to progress things.

Dale whipped off his little briefs in a matter of seconds and found himself running his fingers over the pubic hair above his now throbbing manhood.

‘Bad boys get their butts spanked,' Dale said, breathlessly teasing his achingly hard cock as he ran his fingers up and down the shaft. ‘Littles must do what their Daddies tell them…'

Dale could easily have grabbed his cock and pumped himself to a hard and fast climax right there and then. He felt so aroused. In fact, Dale couldn't recall the last time he felt so overcome with horniness. Kipp certainly had a lot to answer for on that score.

But as much as Dale might have wanted to experience a full-on orgasm, he knew that this was something else. There would be no climax for Dale this morning. This was all about bringing himself close to the edge and then backing off. And maybe repeating the process once, twice, or maybe even three times if he was lucky.

One of Dale's biggest kinks was edging. It involved making himself as hot, horny, and close to climax as possible. But more often than not, there would be no release at the end of it. There was something about the denial aspect of edging that truly did it for Dale. And in an ideal world, Dale knew that he would love to be edged over and over again by a dominant, controlling Daddy.

However seeing as it was just Dale in bed that morning, he knew that if he wanted to experience the agony and ecstasy of repeatedly bringing himself close to a butt-clenchingly hard orgasm, then he would need to do it himself.

And with that, Dale reached over and opened his bedside drawer and took out his compact vibrator. With its neon blue shaft and little silver head, it was a perfectly discreet toy that Dale took with him everywhere, just in case the mood took him – and he was certainly in the mood that morning.

Dale duly worked the vibrator over his nipples, down his smoothly defined stomach, and then over his hard, thick dick head as he took himself as close as he could possibly get to orgasm before backing off.

And then again.

And then for one final time too.

‘ Phew , I don't think I could handle another,' Dale said, giggling and wriggling in bed as he did his best to stave off an orgasm. ‘Breathe. Just breathe…'

Things might not have run exactly to plan since arriving in Eagle Ridge, but suddenly Dale was seeing a way forward. And with the prosect of maybe another round of edging to come after his shift, he had plenty to look forward to.

Dale shut his eyes and decided to enjoy a little nap.

After all, he wasn't due down in the diner for another hour and a half. It was time to bask in his non-orgasm ahead of another busy day in the diner.

‘Holy crap, I'm so sorry!' Dale exclaimed, bursting into the diner and ready to make his apologies clear to Marshall.

Dale's little nap had turned into a full-on rest and recovery session. Not only did Dale snooze his alarm, but he snoozed his back-up alarm too. And he repeated this process enough times to make himself over an hour late for his shift.

‘Hey, I'm cool,' Marshall said, rolling his eyes. ‘But I'm not sure Kipp is…'

‘Kipp!' Dale exclaimed, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth as he realized that Kipp would be far from impressed at his tardiness.

It might have been different had Dale not made such a bad impression the previous day, but Kipp would surely be furious. A potential punishment was one thing, but Dale was suddenly fearful for his job too.

‘How long has he been here?' Dale said, a bead of sweat already forming on his brow. ‘Please tell me he wasn't here before my shift was meant to start?'

‘I mean, I could tell you that if you really want me to…' Marshall said, shrugging his shoulders. ‘But I'd be lying.'

‘Oh crap,' Dale said, his tummy flipping and twisting as the magnitude of the situation was hitting him. ‘Where is he now? Maybe if he's not around, I can buy enough time to come up with a believable excuse?'

Dale paused and waited for Marshall to reply. Marshall was resourceful and between them they could usually come up with a good story to help the other out of whatever mischief they had gotten themselves into.

But Marshall didn't respond.

Instead he simply, turned away and got on with cleaning up some empty coffee cups.

Instinctively, Dale knew what this meant. And it wasn't good…

‘You could try it,' Kipp said, his voice coming from directly behind Dale. ‘But I think you're already in deep enough waters with me, young man.'

‘I… um … if you just let me explain…' Dale said, his brain desperately trying to conjure something, but failing.

‘Follow me, boy,' Kipp said, making it perfectly clear that he was telling, not asking.

With that, Dale duly followed behind Kipp and walked into the office at the rear of the diner.

‘Back so soon,' Kipp said, clearly unimpressed. ‘I thought we had ironed things out yesterday. Obviously not. Now, we'll progress as I made clear would happen if my standards weren't met. I take it you're still in agreement with this way of doing things?'

Dale felt his heart beating harder and faster than ever before.

He might also have put himself through three nearly-but-not-quite orgasms earlier that morning, but his special place was already firing up again too.

‘Answer me!' Kipp barked, in no mood for any more hesitation.

‘Yes, Kipp,' Dale replied. ‘I'm in agreement.'

‘Good, now come over here and put yourself across my lap,' Kipp growled, taking a seat and presenting his big, muscular legs for Dale to drape his slender body across. ‘This will hurt. But it will help too.'

Dale nodded nervously as he slowly bent over and lay his body across Kipp's impressively powerful legs. He might have been wearing a pair of his classic blue jeans, but Dale could feel how strong and defined Kipp's upper legs were. And that was without even mentioning the prominent chunk of manhood that was suddenly pressing itself up against his tummy.

‘You will receive six spanks on each cheek,' Kipp said, totally in control and delivering his words like a true Daddy Dom. ‘And you will say thank you after each one. Am I understood?'

‘Yes, Kipp,' Dale said, his voice trembling.

Dale gasped as Kipp pulled him in tight and fixed his dangling legs in place by adjusting his legs.

‘Now raise your hips so I can pull your trousers and pants down,' Kipp said, a hint of devilish delight in his voice as Dale did precisely as he was told without a moment's hesitation. ‘Good. This butt is ripe for its medicine. But are you ready?'

‘Y-y-y-y-yes, I think so,' Dale spluttered, his arousal making it difficult to focus.

‘We shall see about that!' Kipp bellowed, raising his hand and bringing it crashing down on Dale's left cheek. ‘And for the other side, the same.'

Kipp duly landed a spank on Dale's right cheek.

If he had been in any doubt about how real this spanking would be, Dale wasn't in any doubt now. Each and every spank was delivered with accuracy, pace, and force. Kipp was a powerful man, and it was clear that he was good with his hands too.

‘It hurts! It hurts!' Dale squealed. ‘I mean, thank you, thank you .'

‘Good,' Kipp replied. ‘Keep that up. I'm assuming you don't want extras?'

‘No, sir,' Dale hollered, his cheeks feeling red-hot as Kipp continued with the punishment. ‘Thank you! Thank you, D-'

Dale just about managed to stop himself calling Kipp Daddy, and instead shut his eyes tightly and saw out the remaining couple of spanks. His cheeks were throbbing and his legs were trembling too. This had been unlike any over the knee spanking he had ever experienced before in his life.

Not only did Kipp know what he was doing, but he was able to do it remarkably well too. But with the final spank landing on his wobbly, bright-red cheek, Dale was in need of some aftercare. And fortunately for Dale, Kipp was more than ready to do what was required on that front.

‘Come on, my mischievous boy,' Kipp said, gently lifting Dale and placing him on his feet. ‘Keep those briefs around your ankles and waddle over here with me. I've got the best damn cooling cream in Eagle Ridge waiting for you in the mini fridge.'

Dale smiled sweetly and duly waddled alongside Kipp as they made their way to Max's mini fridge. Alongside a couple of bottles of beer and a chilled chocolate bar was a big pot of cooling cream.

‘I think I might need a lot,' Dale said, his cheeks flushing red as he realized that Kipp could see his naked lower half from the front now too. And with his cock twitching and semi-erect, Dale felt a flush of equal measures shame and excitement.

‘I've got you covered,' Kipp said. ‘And don't worry, I won't hold back on the cream. Not many young men could take a spanking like that. Certainly not as well as you did. Now why don't you put your hands on the desk and present that red little booty to me. I'll have it nice and cold before you know it.'

‘Thank you,' Dale replied, his voice soft and a feeling of calm coming over him. ‘I think I might have needed that spanking.'

‘I think you might just have too,' Kipp chuckled, carefully applying the cream and taking care not to rub too hard. ‘And you can tell me if anything didn't feel right with the spanking. I want you to trust me. I'll always do what's right by you, but if I make a mistake, I want to know about it. Do you understand?'

‘ Oooh , that feels nice,' Dale said, a fresh dollop of cold cream soothing the fleshiest part of his left butt cheek. ‘The spanking was just right. But thank you for saying that. It means a lot.'

Kipp nodded and finished off soothing Dale's round bottom.

‘You take fifteen minutes to get yourself ready and then head on out for your shift,' Kipp said. ‘I'll cover you along with Marshall. Sounds good?'

‘Sounds just right,' Dale replied, smiling sweetly as he watched Kipp turn and leave.

Dale knew that he wasn't planning on staying in Eagle Ridge for long, but if he was on the receiving end of more discipline like he had just experienced at Kipp's hands, then he was ready to make the most of however long he had in town…

It was early evening and both Dale and Marshall were taking a walk in the park. Having finished their shifts at the diner, they were happy to be in the far more tranquil environment of the park.

The Eagle Ridge park wasn't fancy like the kind of parks Dale knew from the city, but there was a charm to it that he simply couldn't deny. And with plenty of wildlife, secret corners, and colorful flowers on show, it really made the perfect place to unwind after a long day at work.

‘Okay… so the spanking,' Marshall said, his eyes lighting up. ‘Don't hold back. Tell me everything.'

Dale blushed and covered his face with his hands.

‘Well it definitely hurt!' Dale laughed. ‘My cheeks can still feel it now. But Kipp was a gentleman. He made sure I was okay afterward. And the way he put the cream on my tush was just… wow .'

‘Hell yeah. Sometimes I think Daddies love the aftercare as much as the spanking,' Marshall chuckled. ‘Well, the good ones do anyway.'

‘Yup,' Dale replied. ‘Honestly, it hurt so much. But I felt safe. It actually felt like Kipp was doing it for the right reasons. Even if I could feel his big thing pressing up against me.'

‘Ha! That's the kind of detail I need to hear,' Marshall squealed. ‘Is it as big as I think it is?'

‘Well it was inside his jeans, but… it felt pretty enormous,' Dale said, his cheeks once again flushing crimson. ‘Jeez. This is too hot to talk about. I'm all embarrassed. I'm such a dork.'

‘Okay, let me solve that problem,' Marshall said. ‘You and me. The Tap House. Two cocktails. And all the spanking and Daddy dick tea that we can handle!'

‘Let's do it!' Dale said, knowing that a nice cocktail and some fun with Marshall would be the perfect end to what had been a dramatic but definitely interesting day.

With that, the two boys set off out of the park and made the short journey toward The Tap House. It was time to unwind. But if Dale thought that his day was winding down, he had another thing coming…