Published: June 20th 2022, 6:02:05 am
Author's Note - just a little father's day special set in the summertime before the holiday season starts. It's just about Colt and Robbie at home and the difficulties of being a parent.
"Robbie? Robbie? Now where did that little rascal go?" Asked Colt, looking around the house for Robbie. "I turn my back for one second, and..." He paused, as he thought he heard giggling coming from somewhere behind him in the living room. He listened carefully, but heard only silence, so he slowly crept toward his office.
"AHA!" said Colt, Jumping behind the couch in the middle of the living room a few moments later. Robbie must have jumped ten feet in the air, causing Robbie to squeal out in surprise. Daddy did him one better though, grabbing him and tickling him all over his tummy, chest and ribs to elicit even more squeals.
"That'll teach you to try and hide from Daddy!"
"Ahahah! Daddy Stop!" cried Robbie between gales of laughter. "I give! I give!"
"Daddy will take his tickle tax, and, uh oh, is somebody having a peepee accident?" asked Colt, who now had his arm around Robbie's waist and could feel Robbie's diaper expanding and getting warm.
"N-nooo," said Robbie.
"I think he diiiiid!" replied Colt, patting the front of Robbie's diaper and making the boy squirm.
"Did not! Did not!"
"Now you know what happens when you lie to Daddy," said Colt, holding his hand up. "Daddy's spanking hand gets itchy..."
Robbie whined, his hard-on beginning to tent in his diaper. The truth was, spanking wasn't much of a punishment for him - at least not the way Daddy did them.
"Uh oh! Maybe the little boy wants to be punished. Is that it?"
Robbie shook his head, blushing. "N-no, Daddy! I'm bein good! I just wanted to surprise you is all!"
Colt chuckled, releasing Rob and turning him around so they could see eye to eye. "Oh really? And why would you want to do that?"
Robbie blushed as he turned around to face his Daddy who was in nothing but his boxer briefs. He had planned to surprise Daddy, but then he started giggling in excitement as he heard Colt get near, and then he got distracted by another kind of excitement when he saw his hunky Daddy was in just his boxer-briefs again. And now he was facing the hottie up close, and he was once again getting flustered.
"Um, well, because, um... I uh..."
"What is it, baby boy? Use your words..."
"I made you something," said Robbie, in a small voice.
"Oh you did, did you?" asked Colt, smiling. Robbie nodded vigorously, taking Colt by the hand and over to coffee table. He moved away the magazines that were hiding his big surprise.
"Oh, my gosh! What did you make me, baby boy?" asked Colt, smiling as the big drawing came into view.
"I made it myself!"
Colt looked down at the drawing. It had been made of a bunch of papers taped together and it was a drawing of himself and Robbie playing in the living room. It was very detailed, if a little clumsy, but oh so adorable. Everything was there. Him, with a very flattering six pack of abs on his belly. His boy in a big colorful diaper. The playpen, full of Robbie's favorite toys, and even the TV, playing one of Robbie's favorite cartoons. There were hearts above Robbie's head and the message, Happy Daddy's day to the best Daddy in the world" was scrawled across the bottom of the drawing in big clumsy letters.
"Happy Daddy's day!" said Robbie. Colt's heart melted and he brought Robbie in for a big hug, while trying not to cry.
"Aww, this is the sweetest thing ever, baby boy."
Robbie pulled his head back to speak to Colt.
"Thanks, Daddy! I'm glad you like it. It was really hard to get the letters right."
Robbie was almost certainly not joking. The hypnosis sessions that Colt had been doing had all but eliminated Robbie's ability to read, write, or do math beyond the most rudimentary attempts. And that was just fine. Robbie had no use for such skills anymore anyway.
"You did a great job, baby boy. But where did you get the paper?" asked Colt, releasing his hug to look at the drawing more closely.
"I got it from your office!" said Robbie, proudly. He knew where to find things like paper all on his own.
"Now what did I tell you about going into my office baby boy?"
Robbie's looked stricken. "W-well... you said not to... but... it was for your present..."
"I know that but I have some very important papers in there, Robbie, and I don't want them to get messed up. In fact, I've just been working on... hold on a sec..." Colt checked the backside of the taped-together drawings. "Are these my legal briefs?!"
"Eep!" squealed Robbie, knowing he was in big trouble.
"Oh boy," said Colt, shaking his head and massaging his temples. "You've done it now, kiddo."
"I"m sorry Daddy..."
"You're in big trouble baby boy. It's time out for you while I get this sorted out..."
Robbie sat in the playpen worried as Colt hustled back to his office to undo whatever damage the big little tyke had done.
When Colt finally got back to the playpen, Robbie was beside himself, crying and apologizing profusely. Colt's stern expression was unfazed, however, and Robbie slowly calmed down as he finished saying what he had to say. Robbie wiped away a few tears and that's when he noticed that Colt was holding a couple items in his hands.
"W-what are those for?" asked Robbie.
"You'll see," said Colt, setting them both on the couch. He then helped Robbie out of the playpen and led him over to where the items were. "On your back, baby boy. On the couch."
Robbie immediately obeyed.
"Good boy. I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago..."
And with that, Colt held the first two items up. A pair of super soft booties. Robbie blushed a bit as Colt put them on him, but didn't think too much of them aside from the fact that they were awfully cute. Then he saw Daddy click a little strap into place and realized that they locked. For some reason that was very blushy and exciting to Robbie.
Next, Colt brought out the mitts. These were thick and padded as well, and Robbie blushed as Daddy put his hands inside them. Especially when he locked those too.
"There. No hand or foot privileges for the rest of the week. This oughtta keep you out of trouble."
Robbie held up his hands and looked at them. They were completely useless in the soft but durable covering. He couldn't pick anything up or open any doors, and he certainly couldn't take them off even if he wanted to. But what did Daddy mean by foot priveleges.
"Do I hafta go back to time out, Daddy?" asked Robbie, looking up to Colt.
"No, sweetie. You're free to go now. I'll put up some child safety gates to keep you where you belong. I think that should keep you safe and out of trouble this week, don't you?"
Robbie blushed and nodded. He knew that he could easily climb over child safety gates, but he wouldn't do that, out of respect for his Daddy.
"Good," said Colt, patting Robbie's but. "Not up you get."
At first Robbie thought he was getting off pretty light for what he had done, even if he didn't mean to make trouble for Daddy. But that perception changed as soon as he stood up.
"Owwie!" he yelped, falling down onto all fours instead.
"Oh, sorry little buddy. I forgot to mention. Those booties have little spikies on the bottom. They won't hurt you, but you sure won't want to talk on 'em."
Robbie now understood the extent of his punishment. He really would be stuck wherever Colt left him. He wouldn't be able to get out of the playpen, get past the child safety gates, or get into anything above knee height on his own.
"Uh oh, maybe this isn't as much of a punishment as I thought either. Somebody looks very excited..."
"Am not," whine Robbie, as Daddy picked him up under the legs and held him close.
"Come on, baby boy. Hold onto Daddy. We'll take care of that little problem up in the nursery, and then it's time for your nap."
Robbie blushed and nodded, resting his head on Colt's shoulder as he held onto Daddy's neck. Colt smiled as his little boy got even littler and nuzzled him. This was going to be a very interesting week.