16. Nico

Chapter 16

Nico

The days following the Luca Conte assassination were pretty much what I’d expect.

As a general rule, it’s accepted in the business that a little bit of time off is okay when you’ve been through a hectic situation.

Personally, I’m itching to get back to work – I guess I’ll always love my life in the Mafia too much to ever get bored by it.

But that being said, it’s nice to be spending more quality time with my boy.

I always knew there was something special about Eddie. From the first time I saw his profile picture on OlderLittles.com, I felt something so different compared to all the other boys.

Sure, Eddie was cute.

I mean, Eddie was super-cute – and I loved everything about his smile, his body, and his personal kinks and preferences.

But there was something else. Call it that magical feeling you get when your eyes come across someone you just know is destined to be a part of your life.

Whatever.

Maybe I’m getting sentimental in my not-so-old age?

All I know is that Eddie makes me happy, just like my senses told me he would.

And today, we’re having fun at The Fluffy Diaper.

But that’s not to say that we won’t be dealing with the issue of the boy leaving his toys all scattered across my apartment floor…

‘Boy, I need to have a serious discussion with you,’ I say as Eddie and I walk out of the Fluffy Diaper’s large playroom.

‘Is everything okay, Daddy?’ Eddie says, a butter wouldn’t melt look on his face. ‘Aren’t you having fun here? Is it too Little for you?’

‘No, no, I love being at The Fluffy diaper with my baby boy,’ I say, casting my eyes over just how adorable Eddie looks.

Eddie looks gorgeous in the purple romper with cute puppy-shaped outlines over it. And with a thick diaper underneath, his butt is looking even bigger and even more appealing than it normally does.

As far as being at The Fluffy Diaper goes, I couldn’t be happier.

‘What I don’t love, however, is the fact that yet again you left a string of toys all over the floor at my place,’ I reply, a sternness to my voice that I can see catches the boy by surprise. ‘We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?’

I can see Eddie gasp.

His mind is suddenly in panic mode.

One of the skills I can always rely on is my ability to read people and see the moment when they know something is about to go down.

Maybe it’s a Mafia thing, but if this was a standoff with another gangster, right now I’d be getting ready to pull the trigger…

‘D-D-D-Daddy… but tidying up is… boring!’ Eddie says, a sly grin on his face. ‘Playing with toys is fun, and tidying up is just silly !’

I think the boy knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

He wants to push me.

He wants to see me lose my patience with him.

Well, if that’s what he wants… that’s precisely what he’ll get.

‘We’ll see how silly you think tidying is when I’m done with you,’ I say, taking Eddie by the hand and marching him down the corridor and into one of the private rooms. ‘It’s time to introduce your bottom to a paddle .’

‘Daddy! No! I promise I’ll tidy up after myself better!’ Eddie squeals, a look of panic on his face. ‘I didn’t know you’d bring a paddle into this!’

‘Well, you should have thought of that,’ I growl, determined to instill some discipline into my naughty boy. ‘Now, come with me.’

I shut the door behind us and watch as Eddie nervously walks into the center of the room.

With pale blue walls with cute animal patterns stenciled across them, this looks like any normal private room in The Fluffy Diaper.

You could bring a Little in here for changing.

Or for a private feeding.

Or… for some real discipline.

‘Ah, this looks just perfect,’ I say as I walk over toward a paddle that is hanging from a hook over by the cozy looking couch. ‘Now, do as your Daddy tells you and pull your romper and diaper down to your ankles. Once you’re done, walk over toward me and present yourself for punishment.’

I take a seat on the comfortable but firm couch.

The sight of a nervous Eddie obediently stripping down and then walking over toward me is a delight.

Eddie’s cock is hard and standing proud as he shuffles across the floor with his romper and diaper down by his ankles. He may be in a state of arousal now, but I’m sure by the time the third swat of my paddle lands on his butt cheeks, his mind will be a million miles away from any sexy thoughts.

‘Good, now put yourself over Daddy’s lap,’ I growl, the paddle in my hand and very much the subject of Eddie’s attention. ‘Don’t worry, boy, you’ll be getting to know this paddle very well over the course of the next couple of minutes!’

‘H-h-h-how many swats will you give me?’ Eddie says, bending over my lap and pressing his erect cock against my legs. ‘I won’t be able to take as many as I would if you were giving me a hand spanking.’

‘Don’t you worry about all that,’ I laugh, a hint of menace in my voice. ‘Daddy knows best. I’ll give you exactly the right number of swats. And I want you to ask me for another after each one. Got it?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Eddie says, his voice trembling in what I know if a mixture of fear and sheer exhilaration.

I swish the paddle through the air not once, but three times.

Each time the paddle makes a whooshing noise, I feel Eddie tense up and prepare himself for the flat, wide paddle to come crashing down on his plump, round cheeks.

‘Now it’s time for the real thing,’ I say, my voice controlled and firm but with a hint of love too. ‘Hold on tight.’

CRACK!

‘ Awww ! That hurts! That hurts!’ Eddie squeals.

‘Remember what you need to say, boy,’ I roar. ‘Good boys always ask for another swat from their Daddy!’

‘P-p-p-p-please may I have another?’ Eddie says, struggling to compose himself after the first swat.

‘Good boy,’ I say. ‘And… of course you may!’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, daddy,’ Eddie says, now truly understanding what is required and expected of him.

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘Please may I have another, Daddy?’

CRACK!

‘ Awwwww! P-p-p-please… may… I have… another, Daddy?’ Eddie says, now struggling to maintain his composure.

I know the boy has his safeword and the trust between us is good.

I decide to give him four more swift cracks, only this time I won’t wait for him to request more.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

‘That’s a good boy,’ I say, putting the paddle down and immediately reaching for the cooling cream from my pocket. ‘You took those like a real champ.’

‘T-t-thank you, Daddy,’ Eddie says, his voice quiet and serene. ‘It hurt a lot, but… I think I know that I have to tidy my toys away from now on.’

‘Well, that’s wonderful to hear,’ I reply. ‘Were you close to using your safeword? I know I went pretty hard there.’

‘No, I was okay,’ Eddie replies, flinching then cooing as I work some cooling cream over an especially red spot. ‘I know I can trust you. If I ever need to say my safeword, I will. Thank you for checking in with me about it though, it means a lot.’

It’s good to hear Eddie talk like this.

I know I can be intense – and I was worried for a moment that surprising Eddie with a paddling might be too much for him to handle.

But the reality is that Eddie took his medicine like a champ.

Eddie might not be a Mafia man like me, but he’s got more resilience and character to him than the vast majority of people I come across in the dark, dangerous world of crime that I exist in.

And that’s why I think Eddie might just be ready to face my next question.

It’s something I’ve had on my mind all week since the Luca Conte shooting.

It feels like it’s time.

I certainly know that I’m ready.

But the only question in my mind is whether the boy is ready for this kind of commitment…