Hands On Learning

23. punish me, please

L&H

Louis retrieved his little pink boxers and tee shirt from the floor, admiring Mr. Styles getting dressed. The boy sat back to eat his partially melted ice cream. Nice timing, he thought.

The man smiled at him fondly, and went to get them pajamas because damn that boy is spoiled. He returned and crouched in front of Louis, holding the pajama pants with the legs scrunched up for him to easily step into. Louis pulled them up to his waist and quietly thanked him, the man sitting next to him and cuddling, of course.

"Can I actually have some of that or were you planning on other sex acts involving dessert?"

Louis laughed, carefully offering him some on a spoon like normal people do. His daddy was in a great mood but, in the back of his mind he was going over options for a punishment tomorrow, followed by pleasure of course. After all the boy teased him in school, sassed him earlier about his size, swore up a storm while helping with dinner, was sneakily reading smut again, and disobeyed his daddy when he tried to take him upstairs by just going dead weight in his arms instead of saying please. Mr. Styles was more perceptive than Louis gave him credit for. And this boy was asking for it.

When they were finished and Louis actually put the bowl in the dishwasher instead of being lazy, they went to bed, snuggling up close, and Louis turned into him as if they were hugging, sighing contently at the warmth and security of it.

The next morning was actually pretty warm, it was getting further into spring. Louis wore regular black boxer briefs; only the too small peach thong, and hot pink barely there lingerie were still clean. And he so wasn't wearing that to school. He put on his cuffed light blue denim shorts and a red tee shirt, wincing a bit as the fabric grazed his love bite ridden neck. "Daddy, um, can you please do that makeup stuff again. If you have time?"

"Of course, baby." Mr. Styles led the way into the bathroom, not needing too many layers this time since the bruises were fading. His daddy gave him a once over, smirking.

"Hm, don't you look good in those shorts." Louis blushed as they went to the bedroom, Louis picking his white toms out of the little row of their shoes by the closet, Mr. Styles selecting a pair of low heeled black boots today with zip up sides. Louis finally flirted back shyly.

"Thank you daddy, um you look nice too. I like your boots." Louis would gladly make an entire Tumblr account dedicated to this man and his shoes. Not to be creepy or anything, of course.

"Thanks baby, why don't you just meet me here after school? We can do laundry first, and finish your applications together."

"Okay daddy," he agreed and leaned up for his kiss goodbye, squeaking when Mr. Styles slipped a hand in his back pocket and squeezed.

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Louis hadn't forgotten his important message for Lexie. He took her iced coffee from her hand as he stopped in front of his friends, and Liam jokingly said, "Oh shit!"

"Don't drink it all!" She nearly shouted. She didn't mess around with her caffeine.

"No I'm doing you a favor so this doesn't end up everywhere, you klutz. So I got that answer you've been waiting on." His blue eyes glinted with anticipation.

"Explain?"

"Practice was cancelled yesterday, and I managed to get Mr. -" he lowered his voice discreetly. "Ehm, you know who, to confirm that your obsession is single and has been for awhile."

She squeal-screamed and jumped up and down a little. Neither boy was surprised. She'd been scheming for this info since freshman year for fuck's sake.