7. Marshall

Chapter 7

Marshall

The week passed by just like any other, except for one major difference. As Marshall worked in the diner each day, he suddenly found that he had a new regular customer. The new regular diner customer was handsome, brooding, and enjoyed a closing-time coffee with his book each evening…

Urgh. He's so handsome.

I want his hands all over me.

Wait, am I jealous of a paperback book now?

Marshall allowed himself a giggle as he cast his eyes over toward Zane. As ever, he was in his favorite window seat and reading another novel and drinking a black coffee. The two of them would always talk briefly when he arrived, with brief being the operative word.

Zane wasn't talkative, but he was polite. And ever since stepping in to protect Marshall from Tag Rackvill, Marshall felt like there was definitely something between them. It might just have been a spark, but it was something .

The only problem was that apparently Zane wasn't a Daddy. Or that's how he saw it anyhow. As far as Marshall was concerned though, Zane was pretty much everything a Daddy should be – so much so that he couldn't resist taking a moment to message his Little friends and let them know that his crush was looking extra handsome in his crisp white t-shirt, jeans, and work boots…

MARSHALL: Yup, you know what's coming… Zane is here again. And he's looking as yummy as always. We're still not talking much, but today I got a smile when I walked past his booth. Am I crazy, but I just know that we've got something? I can't put my finger on it. It's almost like he's coming here every evening just to make sure that Tag Stink-vill doesn't bother me again. I wish he was a Daddy *SIGH* XoXo

DALE: My Daddy says that Zane has been asking lots and lots of questions about being a Daddy. I think you should ask him to spank your butt! Hehehehe XoXoxo

ARLO: Or maybe… do something to MAKE him spank you. If Zane has got a Daddy inside him, you could bring it out! XoXo

NICK: OMG. That's too good. You could sass him over and over until he snaps? Or… you could play a prank on him? Xxxooo

MARSHALL: Or I might just do both… XoXo

Marshall smiled to himself and then cast a mischievous glance over toward Zane, whose head was still very much buried in his latest novel.

With the clock ticking down toward closing time, the diner was quickly emptying out as all the regulars finished off their food and beverages and made their way home. Marshall knew that Zane would likely be the last one to leave, and this was especially true given how engrossed he was in his book.

And speaking of Zane's precious novel, Marshall spotted a potential opening for a prank. Zane wasn't at his table and must have gone for a quick bathroom break. With the novel left on the table, it was a brilliantly easy target.

With the diner now empty, Marshall was able to lock the door and flip the sign to Closed . Everything was perfectly set up for his cunning plan.

‘ Oooh , let's do it,' Marshall giggled to himself, swiftly darting over to Zane's table, taking his book, and then scurrying back to the service area and hiding it underneath a big stack of local newspapers and tourist guides. ‘Perfect.'

Marshall watched on with intrigue as Zane returned from the bathroom and proceeded to sit down with a puzzled look on his face. Despite the fact that Zane was now looking in his direction, Marshall didn't make eye contact. Instead, he continued to clear up and wave goodbye to the final customers as they made their way down the strip and away from the diner.

Hehe, this is so funny.

He's got no idea where his book is.

And he's too proud to ask!

‘Anything I can help you with, Zane?' Marshall asked, doing his best to suppress a smile. ‘You look a little… lost ?'

‘I do, do I?' Zane answered, a note of frustration in his voice. ‘It's my book. It was on the table when I left to go to the bathroom, and now it's gone.'

There was something about the look in Zane's eyes that made Marshall's heart skip a beat. Suddenly, a flash of panic came over him and he was beginning to wonder whether this little prank was such a good idea after all.

However Marshall wasn't going to simply roll over and tell Zane where the book was. He had already committed to the prank too much. In fact, it was time to be brave and take the prank to the next level by adding a whole dollop of Marshall-sized sass to the equation.

‘Maybe it grew a pair of legs and walked out, like the rest of the customers,' Marshall said, his cheeks flushing bright red as he saw Zane stand up from the table. ‘Yeah, that's right. Your little book got bored so decided to go and explore Eagle Ridge. '

Marshall felt himself freeze to the spot as Zane walked toward him, slowly and deliberately. A big part of Marshall was regretting even thinking about playing a prank on an ex-con he barely knew. However there was something so thrilling about the whole affair that it was making his body react in all kinds of ways. Marshall had butterflies in his tummy, and he also had the wettest, most tingly sex imaginable.

And if Marshall thought he was at the height of his fear and arousal level, then he had another thing coming…

‘Book. Now ,' Zane said, by this point standing on the other side of the service counter, his bulging forearms gripping the metal bar that ran around the edge. ‘Tell me where the book is, and I won't…'

‘W-w-w-w-won't what ?' Marshall stammered, his heart racing and his senses scrambling.

‘Give me my book back right this second,' Zane said, his voice slow and deliberate. ‘Give it back and I won't spank that peachy little ass of yours.'

Marshall gasped and opened his mouth wide. He wanted to talk back to Zane, to give him some more of his well-known sass. But somehow the words just wouldn't come out of his mouth.

Hearing Zane say that he would spank him was enough to stun Marshall into total silence.

Zane might not have had any experience of being a Daddy before, but he was certainly more than capable of issuing a Daddy demand in the most convincing way, that was for sure .

‘I'll count down from five,' Zane said, looking focused and sounding very serious indeed. ‘If that book isn't in my hands by the time I reach zero, I'll march around the back of the counter, pull your shorts down and your briefs too, and then heat that butt all the way up.'

This was the most talking that Marshall had heard from Zane. Gone were his short, clipped sentences and brooding stares. This was a different Zane. And Marshall was powerless to stop himself from liking it…

‘Five… four… three… two…' Zane said, his biceps flexing as he spoke. ‘One…'

Marshall could feel his legs trembling and his heart racing as Zane walked from one side of the service bar to the other. As Zane approached him, Marshall didn't know what to do or say. This was real. This was happening right now.

‘Safeword,' Zane growled, taking Marshall by the hand. ‘I need your safeword right now.'

‘ Java ,' Marshall said, gasping as Zane lifted him up and bent him over the freshly wiped service counter. ‘My safeword is java .'

‘Got it,' Zane replied, wasting no time in unbuttoning Marshall's shorts and sliding them down to his ankles. Zane then firmly but carefully slid Marshall's white briefs down over his ass cheeks and toward his knees. ‘Hold on tight. You're getting six spanks to begin with, three on each cheek. And when I'm done, I expect you to fetch me my novel. If you still don't want to, then the spanking will continue until you do. '

‘Whatever,' Marshall spat out, a newfound courage bubbling up inside him. ‘Maybe I will, maybe I won't.'

‘I see,' Zane replied, almost sounding like he was enjoying Marshall's backtalk. ‘Let's not waste any more time.'

With that, Marshall readied himself for the first spank and moments later let out a little yelp as it duly landed on his left cheek. It was hard, but Marshall had taken harder. Suddenly, the prospect of being punished by Zane wasn't so scary.

The second spank landed on Marshall's other cheek, and he yelped again. Marshall could feel his cheeks heating up, but this wasn't a problem. If anything the situation was more titillating rather than a real punishment, and Marshall could feel his cock stiffening by the second.

‘ Bleurgh . I've had harder spanks from my stuffie,' Marshall said, defiant and sure of himself.

‘As you wish,' Zane answered, immediately bringing down two rapid fire spanks on each cheek, this time harder and faster. ‘Simply tell me when you're ready to fetch the book, boy. These spanks are only going to get harder.'

And Zane wasn't kidding.

Very quickly, Marshall was beginning to regret his provocation. Zane soon enough settled into the role of Daddy and was delivering the crispest, most accurate spanks that Marshall could remember taking.

‘ Owweee !' Marshall hollered, kicking his legs as they dangled. ‘That hurts! That hurts! '

‘That's the point, you naughty little mischief maker,' Zane said, evidently enjoying the moment. ‘But there is a quick fix, as you well know.'

‘ Poo !' Marshall replied, determined not to give in just yet. ‘Your silly, boring book stays hidden until I say!'

Zane chuckled and the spanking resumed – and it was only four spanks later before Marshall knew that the time had come for him to relent. With his cheeks on fire, Marshall told Zane he would fetch his book.

‘Keep your shorts down and your briefs around your knees,' Zane barked. ‘You'll fetch the book with your red cheeks and little cock on display. Naughty young men need more than just a spanking, they need to learn their lesson in full.'

‘Y-y-yes, Zane,' Marshall replied, not even questioning him at this point.

Marshall felt a thrilling sense of humiliation as he walked toward the book's hiding place with his round, glowing bottom on show and his semi-hard cock wobbling from side to side. The truth was that Zane had delivered the kind of spanking that only a real Daddy would be able to, and the way he was handling the aftermath was equally as convincing.

‘Here it is,' Marshall said, returning to Zane with his briefs now down by his ankles and the novel in his hand. ‘I'm… sorry.'

‘It's fine, I think the lesson has been learned,' Zane replied. ‘Now how about something cool for your butt?'

With that, Zane walked to the refrigerator and took out two cans of Diet Coke before walking back to the booth with Marshall following closely behind him .

‘Allow me,' Zane said, a look of warmth in his eyes as he gently turned Marshall around and bent him over his lap. ‘These two cans should do the job. This is an old trick I picked up back in my college days. Don't ask how or why though…'

Marshall giggled and then cooed gently as he felt the ice cold cans rolling back and forth over his throbbing cheeks. Zane was right, this really was working.

‘How does that feel?' Zane asked, applying just the right amount of pressure with each can. ‘And you know I'm not experienced with this kind of thing, so you can tell me if you weren't happy with any part of the spanking. And I mean any part.'

‘No, it was all good,' Marshall replied. ‘I've been spanked before by full time Daddies, and it's never been so good. Sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you. I know you're not a Daddy or whatever.'

‘No, it's fine,' Zane said, his voice sincere. ‘And anyway… who says I'm not a Daddy?'

Suddenly, Marshall was stunned into silence once more.

Hearing Zane seemingly suggest that he might actually be a Daddy was enough to make Marshall forget all about his still warm butt, and instead felt his manhood harden all the way and begin to throb uncontrollably as it pressed against Zane's strong legs.

If he looks like a Daddy…

And spanks like a Daddy…

Then maybe Zane truly is a Daddy…