Training Day

Chapter 2
Sanctuary?

Chapter Description: Tommy makes it to the safety of home, and a disappointed Daddy.

In. Door closed. Sanctuary. I look around the hallway through my tears, finally I’m in a safe place.

I hear Daddy call out from the kitchen “Is that you Mr Naughty bum?”

“Yes” I call back, trying to hide the tremble from my voice.

“What did I tell you about letting me know if you’re going to be late?” He says back loudly. I can hear him coming, the sound of his voice getting closer. I don’t reply, how could I? I can’t do anything other than stand there, looking down at my soaked pants, the smell of my shame making me feel terrible.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer….” He trails off as he walks into the hallway, drying his hands on a tea towel. He sees me stood with my back against the door, tears streaming down my face. I look into Daddy’s eyes and see the concern and love on his face. I start crying again, unable to stop myself. Daddy comes up to me and just hugs me tightly, rubbing my back gently.

“There there little one, accidents happen” he coos, “I should have know you weren’t ready for training pants yet”

I don’t reply, I just bury my face into his neck feeling the roughness of his face against mine. I don’t think he has noticed just how bad my little accident is, not yet. I hug him tightly not wanting to ever let go.

Daddy gives a sigh “come on, let’s get you cleaned up then” he says, reaching round and patting my bum. He stops rigid at the first pat, knowing instantly what the big bulge in my pants is. He breaks the hug, taking a step back.

“Turn around” he says quietly, in that voice. The voice that means my bum will be red shortly. In sympathy my face goes red instead. I give a little shake of my head, unwilling to show him what he already knows.

“Now.” he states. I automatically turn round. My body reacting to his look, and his tone. I know I’m already in trouble, but I don’t want to make it worse. I start sobbing again, hands at my face as I show him my backside.

“Wow” he says, slight awe in his voice “that’s a very big mess. What’s the rules about messing?”

“‘sk ‘ision” I mumble from between my hands

“can’t hear you”

“ask permission” I say a little clearer.

“Why didn’t you? Why didn’t you wait and hold it in?” he asks.

I turn around, looking down at my feet “I couldn’t!” I whine “it just came out, and I tried to stop it but it wouldn’t stop it just kept coming, and I kept trying and trying and trying but but but then I needed to pee and I couldn’t stop that either and I tried Daddy, but I couldn’t and and…” I stay looking at my feet, I dare not look at Daddy.

“Upstairs, in the bathroom now” he says.

I glance up, then run past him, up the stairs, determined to show I don’t need asking twice, and that I will be good. I head into the bathroom and wait for Daddy to catch up.

Daddy undresses me, starting with my soaked shoes and socks. My shirt is next, even that got wet where it was tucked in. Finally he takes off my sodden trousers. My training pants are so overfilled that they nearly fall down right there and then.

“Hold your pants up” Daddy orders. I grip the sides, pulling them up, squishing the load slightly, as I lift my legs out of the trousers one at a time. The smell is stronger now my trousers are off, and I can feel some of the softer mess creeping out at the back, and starting to slide slowly down the back of my legs.

“In the bath” I do as ordered, the usual softness has gone from his voice. Part of me doesn’t care. I just want to be clean and this all to be over with. He takes over holding the pants, and pulls them down, whilst trying to contain the mess. My prick, much to my shock quickly gets rock hard as I stand there. I step out of pants and he empties the worst of it down the toilet before throwing them in the bathroom bin. He then turns on the shower head, aiming the water at my butt, sluicing off the mess. I just stand, slightly numb as he cleans me up. After getting the worst off he uses a flannel and coal tar soap to make sure I’m super clear down there.

“Out” again I quickly scoot out of the bath. and into the waiting towel. Daddy dries me off, quicker than usual and with no tickles. I don’t know what to make of this, to be honest I’m a little scared. I’ve never seen Daddy quite like this before. Once dry he takes my hand and leads me unresisting into my bedroom.

Daddy sits in his chair. The S chair, that’s used only for two thing. Telling Stories and Spanking bottoms. I have a feeling I know which I’m getting. I back away slightly.

“Come here Thomas” he says, looking at me. I reluctantly walk towards him, naked and ashamed. When I’m within reach he pulls me over his knee. I don’t resiste in any way. I know what’s coming.

“You’ve been a very very naughty little boy today haven’t you?”

“es daddy” I say, just wishing it to be over.

“Not telling me you were going to be late was bad”

“s-sorry daddy” I say again, I can’t help it as I feel even more tears start to well up.

“Wetting your training pants after telling me you’d be a big boy was very bad as well, even if I did expect it”

I don’t reply, just sniffle a bit, my rump poised and waiting.

“The mess however…” he brings his hand down hard, right across both cheeks, I jump and wail at the first hit.

“You” Smack, “should” Smack, “know”, Smack, “Better” Smack! I yowl and squirm at each hit, the sting spreading across my backside.

“From now on you will be in a thick nappy at all times” He states, whilst rubbing my bum slowly “understand?” I reply with another sob. Daddy spanks me again, twice in quick succession,

“I said, do you understand?” He repeats.

“Yes daddy” I cry.

“Good” he says softly, rubbing my bum gently. Suddenly he spanks me again, another 3 times, this time letting the sting spread after each hit. I cry out, the tears dripping off my face on to the carpet. Daddy waits until I calm down a little, until I’m just sobbing.

“It seems I’ve been too lax with you. From now on I’ll choose what you wear everyday yes?”

I just nod. Right now I’d agree to anything.

“You’ll also ask me for permission to change your nappy, on the rare occasions you’ll need changing out of what I will put you in yes?”

Again I nod slowly.

“And since you like messing” Smack, “your” Smack! “pants” SMACK! “so much” SMACK! “You will use your nappy for everything.” Smack!

“There will be no excuses little man, you had your chance to prove you were a big boy, you ended up proving that you need to be kept in nappies for a very long time.” I can’t talk. I can’t say yes or no to this, I just lay there over his knee sobbing uncontrollably. I know there is no point arguing, or disagreeing. Right now I know Daddy knows best. I just wish the spanking was over.

“Five more” he says, “you can count them” I hear the slight grin in his voice. His hand comes down hard, striking one cheek fully. I yowl again.

“Say it”.

“w-w-one”, I manage to say. He smacks again, on the other cheek this time, just as hard.

“Twooo”, I cry out. He alternates between my cheeks for the last 3. I cry out each time, the number mixed in with my sobbing and crying. My butt feels like it’s on fire, stinging from my thighs all the way to the top. Daddy rubs my bum again, cooing gently this time. Trying to calm my hysterics.

“Up you get little one” he says, gently helping me up. I stand, looking at my feet, still feeling wretched.

“Corner time, whilst you calm down I think”, I walk to the naughty corner without even looking up. Broken for the second time I stand as close as I can, my nose touching the wall. My hands wander and rub my sore rump.

“Now stay there whilst I get some things ready ok? And no moving you hear?”.

“OK Daddy”, I say quietly. Relief is flooding through me now the spanking is over. I wouldn’t dare move in a million years.