My dad is a mafia leader (spanking fic) (Currently On hold)

Chapter 10

Matthias's POV

"But I do not want to!"

"little sire, you must eat the vegetables too if you want to grow tall" 

I was not in the mood today. This morning was rather tiring and I don't know if it's due to my lack of sleep for sneakily staying up late last time, or rather because Papa could not eat breakfast with me, like we used to for the last couple of weeks. I know that he is busy with his job, and being the head of the mafia is not an easy job, at least this is what Ms. Dona said. 

Maybe he doesn't want to see me anymore and is avoiding me. Perhaps he thought that I was a crybaby. 

"But Leona! I read in a book that having good genetics means that you will grow tall naturally. Isn't Dad tall too? Plus If I do not want to eat it, I will not!" 

This wasn't fair! Grown-ups eat whatever they want and I don't have that choice since I'm a child. Plus eight years old is old enough!

"Matthias." I flinched.

There was no need for me to turn to realize that another presence that entered the room was my papa. 

"yes," I mumbled and answered. He didn't like it when the one he spoke to didn't look at him, so I slightly shifted to the right to stare at his, I don't know, 5 feet body. He was so tall. He was wearing a black suit as always, yet you could tell the difference from each of his collections. 

"I want you to finish everything that's put on your plate. Understood?" 

"but-"

"I asked you a question."

I huffed. This was so unfair. I didn't even get to say anything about it and he was always the one solving everything. I moved my eyes to the plate to make a disgusted expression.

Who the hell likes carrots anyway?

By the time I was in my thoughts, papa had already approached me and pulled me out of them with his thumb on my chin, tilting my head towards him.

"I do not like repeating myself, and I do not like your attitude." His voice was firm. So calm yet scary.

"Yes papa" I uttered giving up on arguing with him already. I didn't even start though. His hand moved to my head and rested it there for a few seconds before he retreated while fixing his suit.

"I'll be back before lunch" And that was it. He left.

That meant I was sure as hell not going to eat it and needed Leona's help not to give me away.

"Leona! Will you please not tell Dad about it? Please, please!" I begged pinching my throat slightly to make sure I was begging correctly. She shifted, looking nervous at first but after I used my special move, puppy eyes, on her, she nodded. 

easy.

*** Few hours later***

"Leonia, can I have another piece of tart?" I tugged on her long skirt as she was dusting the shelves. 

"I'm afraid I can not little sir, if your father hears about you not eating breakfast and instead having sweets, he might as well just fire me"

That could not happen, since it was a little secret between me and Leonia.

"He won't knooww~"

"It's bad for your health, Mattie. You might end up with toothache later and I don't want that" She spoke softly, yet I got so irritated at her words. Does this mean I hated Leonia from now on? I furrowed my eyebrows getting angry at her, or rather at myself.

"But I want-" I stoopped in my tracks when I felt a presence behind me. As I watched Leonia's eyes focus on something above me, I stilled. Not again.

"leave us" Papa's voice doesn't sound nice. I hate it. why do I hate so many things today? 

Leonia glanced at me and than turned, scurrying away quickly. I stood there quietly for  a long minute, before turning around towards him, yet focusing on his fancy shoes. Maybe he didn't hear enough.

"I do not like your behavior, it has been very displeasing for these two days." he definitely heard everything.  This was not going to end well, according to his next words.

"I want you in my office, nose in the corner" My ears reddened and  head shot up as I tried to explain myself only to be cut off with his calm, yet sharp gaze. Scurring away, probably like Leonia did few seconds ago, I appeared in his office rather quickly.

I hate corner time, it's so... quiet and so tiring, after being put here already several times, I still hate it.  Peaking at the clock on the wall I stood in the corner with my nose in it. Mostly he would put me here for 5 minutes or less. It all depended on when I would admit what I did wrong. 

I flinched as I heard door open, followed by steps and something being put on the table. I couldn't help but peek curiously, yet before I could catch a glimpse of anything 

"Nose in the corner" 

was heard and shoved my forehead back to the wall again, a little too hard. How I wish that they made round rooms with no corners. It would be so much better. 

Now i just had to wait until he sat down, hearing the sound that reassured me that he was all seated and working on his documents. I spoke shortly after.

"papa I-"

"quite during your corner time, I shall tell you when you can speak" 

that was.. new. My heart dropped at his words. He always let me get away with it if i apologized. I quietened down and felt the sting in my eyes. No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry!

The time was passing veery slowly, when is he going to let me turn around? My legs are tired I can't stand anymor-

"Matthias, come here" 

the words were said and I quickly turned around and approached him. Peaking at the time sneakily. 10 minutes.

"yes papa" I tried to make my  voice as quiet as possible, was he angry? Is he gonna scold me?

"you are being rather obedient at the moment, yet on the other hand, you decided to disobey me this morning and throw a tantrum? Or did you think I would not find out that you didn't finish your food and ordered the maid around as you pleased"

I was probably as red as a tomato right now, This was so embarrassing. I didn't know how to answer him, so I just stood there with my hands clenching my trousers to the sides.

"I will take the silence as a yes. Matthias. In this house, there is not a single thing that I am not aware of. I was not planning to have this talk with you, knowing that you would not go against my words again. I am disappointed to announce that I was wrong. You did not only neglect my words, but also neglected your health.  This on the other hand, I won't let it slide with just a corner time"

My breath hitched. He could not mean- no-. not a spanking. Last time it was awful and embarrassing. 

"I only wanted to have breakfast with you" I spoke feeling the lump in my throat swell. My sentence was met with a moment of silence, until he broke it again.

"I am glad that you can tell me what was on your mind, while acting like that. But that is not a good reason for you to behave this way. You know better than that."

A single tears strolled down on my left cheek, followed with a sniffle.

"I-I don't want a 'panking" I admitted moving my hands to rub my eyes as  a sob accidentally escaped my lips.

A slight groan was what i heard, or maybe I overheard it, but the next words were clear.
"Although this is a punishment, you have been cranky for these few days. It will help you get it off your chest little one" He spoke a little bit softly, yet it still managed to give me a slight comfort. I felt lift me from my underarms and soon I was facing the floor, with him tugging down my pants, along with underpants.

"nooo" I whined the hics and sobs getting slightly louder.

"Hush." I felt his hand rest on my back as he grabbed my waist with his palm, to keep me in place, i guess. 

It was so embarrassing to be spanked on bare.  He spread his legs a little bit, which caused my hips to rise up slightly. Waiting for the first smack is always the hardest.

Although, when I felt him swish his hand and the impact on m butt, it wasn't painfull, rather left a slight sting. But the next ones sure as hell were sharp and it made me only cry out louder. My butt hurt.

"I-Im so-sorry! papa! Im sorryyyy!" The next smack was directed at my lower curve, I don't know why but it stung so much worse.

"I am in charge of your meals and you will eat whatever I put on your plate. Or are you perhaps disrespecting my decisions?"

"nooooo. I won't e-ever! I wooont."

"I sure hope so" 

"'M sorry! sooorryy!" I felt his thumb run up and down on my backside and I desperately hoped he did it so comfort me. Although the swats were still paining my behind, I really wanted it to end soon. The final ones were on my undercurves again, making me sob uncontrollably as I didn't even realize that he finished spanking me.

A hand was felt on my back, rubbing it as a method of comfort, yet it was so hard to make my tears stop coming.

"Shh. Matthias. You're going to make yourself sick. I only gave you 12 spanks. shhh" He picked me up from his lap and I found myself being carried around the room slowly as he rocked me. It was nice. 

So nice that I became quite sleepy when the tears reduced. My eyelids felt so heavy that it was hard to fight the exhausting feeling.

"Sleep little one. You need a nap" I felt him kiss my forehead, his small spiky beard poking my skin, Although, it did not brig me much of a discomfort. Papa's scent and comfort was nice and I found myself slipping into dreams slowly. My butt did hurt but It did not disturb my sleep not even for a slightest bit.