17. Aaron

Chapter 17

Aaron

‘I know this is naughty, but…’ I giggle, almost giddy with excitement. ‘I don’t care! I’m hungry and I want a snack.’

It might be the middle of the night, and I might have an early start tomorrow with a workout from Daddy and then an overseas business videocall, but when my tummy tells me I need a sweet treat, I have to listen!

And judging by the snores coming from my Daddy, he’ll be none the wiser if I sneak out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. The only question is what should I treat myself to?

Triple-choc cheesecake?

Thick, creamy scoops of ice cream?

Or maybe keep it savory and have some chips and dips?

‘Drool,’ I whisper, staring across the bed and looking at the naked body of my Daddy – and suddenly I don’t know whether I’m salivating about the thought of eating some sweet treats or instead munching down on the strongest ass I’ve ever seen.

I don’t think Rafa would appreciate being woken up at this hour. He needs his sleep. So instead I think I’ll continue with my plan of sneaking out of bed.

Okay, here goes.

Nice and quiet.

One… two… three… and let’s sliiiiiiide out of here.

I duly ease my way out of bed without disturbing Daddy and do a silent fist-pump celebration at my success.

I know for sure that there’s no way Rafa would let me eat sugary snacks in the middle of the night, so the only way that this is going to work is if I move more quietly and stealthily than I ever have done in my life. Rafa may be asleep, and I may have got out of the bed without him waking up, but that doesn’t mean that I’m out of the woods yet – far from it, in fact.

The room is pitch black – thank you, blackout blinds – and that means I need to navigate my way around with extra care. I’m pretty sure I left some books and toys on the floor last night and the last thing I need is to step on a wooden train and end up hollering out in pain. Or even worse… a piece of Lego. Do that, and I’ll be yelping in agony and there’s no way that my Daddy won’t wake up.

If Rafa does wake up and catch me out of bed, I’ll be left with a choice…

I can lie to him and say that I’m going to the bathroom. But he’ll see right through that tall-tale and have me over his lap in ten seconds flat. A good Little doesn’t lie to his Daddy, and my butt will be throbbing in no time.

Or alternatively, I could own up and admit to what I was about to do. And if I do this, it’ll probably be a case of see the above .

No, I can’t even think about getting caught. If I want my midnight feast, I’m going to need to move my big boy body as nimbly and quietly as I can. And if Daddy is sleeping half as deeply as I think he is, I think I’m in with a great shot of getting through this plan without a spanking at the end of it.

Okay, here goes…

All quiet.

No missteps.

Treading super-duper-extra carefully…

‘Yes!’ I whisper, pumping my fist in celebration as I leave the bedroom undetected. ‘Sleeping Hunk never stood a chance against me!’

I’ve pretty much got a clear run now, and it’s only a matter of time before I’m in the kitchen and munching down on a whole selection of late night goodies.

And with my stuffie Torben tucked inside my pajama bottoms’ waistband, I’ll have the best possible company to enjoy my treats.

A Little, his stuffie, and full access to the kitchen after midnight.

What could possibly go wrong…

‘ Mmmmm, this is deeelish !’ I giggle, wiping a blob of whipped cream off my cheek and pretending to feed it to Torben. ‘Whipped cream on cookies. I really know I shouldn’t but… why not? I can do whatever I like!’

With the kitchen lights set to dim, and the open refrigerator door playing its part too, the lighting in the kitchen is adding a perfect extra layer of midnight fun to proceedings.

The only way this could possibly be any better would be if I was with some of my Little friends. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for a couple of photos and some messages to show them what they’re missing out on…

AARON: Hey everyone… who’s up? Hehehe. I really shouldn’t be awake but I got the munchies and just HAD to spoil myself. Oh, and Torben too. My Daddy is fast asleep so my butt’s safe. Okay, gotta go. I’ve got some more whipped cream and cookies to devour! XoXo

I hit send and swiftly get back to my miniature feast. My friends will no doubt be snoring with their stuffies tucked underneath their arms, but I’m pretty sure they’ll be super-jealous when they read my message in the morning.

But like I told them, there’s no time to waste. I need to get down to some serious snacking before I head back to bed and get some shuteye.

‘Now which cookie shall I eat next?’

‘If I was you, I’d think very carefully about your choice,’ Rafa growls, standing at the entrance to the kitchen wearing nothing but his brilliant-white Calvin Klein briefs. ‘Because it’ll be the last cookie you’re eating for a whole damn week.’

‘Daddy, I can explain,’ I say, my voice full of panic as I realize that I’ve been well and truly busted. ‘How did… what did… am I…’

‘Put the cookie in your mouth, all of it,’ Rafa says, walking toward me. ‘And you’ll hold it perfectly in place as I paddle that naughty bottom of yours.’

I cast my eyes to Rafa’s left hand and see that he is indeed holding a ruby-red paddle. I’ve felt its smooth face on my butt before, and I know that this is going to sting – and probably sting a whole heap more than last time too.

‘If the cookie crumbles, snaps, or falls out of your mouth, then I’ll be adding an extra ten swats,’ Rafa barks, lifting my up from the chair and bending me over the kitchen table. ‘Am I understood?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say, swiftly putting the cookie in my mouth to avoid any further rebukes from Rafa.

‘You know you’ve done wrong, and now it’s time to take your punishment like a big boy,’ Rafa says. ‘You’re going to get six swats of Daddy’s red paddle on each cheek. And remember my rule… if the cookie crumbles, then we add another ten swats, five on each cheek.’

I can tell that Daddy’s not fooling around.

And I know for sure that this is going to hurt like all hell.

But with a cookie in my mouth and my Daddy pulling down my pajama bottoms, I know that I need to focus and keep my cool as best I can – after all, the last thing I need are any extra swats on my soon to be glowing butt cheeks!

‘And here… we… go!’ Rafa bellows, bringing down the first swat onto my exposed ass.

OMG! That hurt. That hurt bad . But with this big cookie in my mouth, I know I can’t holler too much. I need to focus and do my best to keep it intact.

‘Good, now let’s get through this and see if my greedy little boy can make it successfully to the end!’ Rafa chuckles, a menacing glee in his voice as he brings down another swat onto my jiggling ass.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

I can feel my butt turning hotter than the sun and I’d love nothing more than to crunch into this cookie and gobble it down – anything to take my mind away from the stinging would be awesome in truth.

But I have to show my Daddy that I’m sorry for going behind his back. And if I play my cards right, he might even cuddle me back to sleep once we’re done. I’m going to do my best and keep this cookie in one piece, no matter how much my bottom hurts.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

‘ Hmmm , I’ve lost count,’ Rafa says. ‘But I think you’ve proven that you’re sorry. Now let me inspect that cookie…’

I keep my position and gently open my mouth to allow Rafa to remove the cookie. Luckily for me, it’s in one piece. And even luckier, Rafa decides that maybe a midnight snack isn’t the worst thing in the world after all…

‘ Yum, ’ Rafa chuckles, taking a bite out of the cookie before placing it back in my mouth. ‘You can finish it. And after I get some cooling cream on that sweet booty, I’m going to suggest that you spend a minute with it inside the refrigerator!’

I giggle and coo in delight as Daddy fixes my butt up with some cooling gel before walking me over toward the refrigerator.

‘Good boy, get that butt right in there,’ Rafa says, taking another cookie from the packet and sharing it with me. ‘You know, I was kind of hungry too. Maybe if you’d just asked me, I would have suggested a midnight feast for you, me, and Torben?’

‘But… I thought you were… asleep?’ I exclaim, my red-hot tushy gradually cooling down from a combination of the gel and the refrigerator’s cold air.

‘And that’s why you’ve got a hot bottom right now,’ Rafa laughs. ‘Next time, just ask. I might say no, I might say yes. But whatever I decide, it’ll be what’s best for my darling boy. Got it?’

‘Got it, Daddy,’ I say, smiling as Rafa feeds me another half cookie. ‘I think I’m ready to go back to bed now. Can… can… can I have a cuddle until I’m asleep?’

‘Of course, my special little love,’ Rafa says. ‘Daddy wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll spend the whole night all cuddled up. And we’ll wake up and have a wonderful breakfast together too. But no cookies!’

The pair of us laugh.

My Daddy might just have given me a midnight paddling, but he loves me more than I love sweet treats – and that’s just the best feeling the world.