Joshler (Dd/Lb)

Tylers a Bad Boy

((Josh is Dd and Tyler is Lb))
((In Josh POV))
((Some smut))
((Trash))

I sighed softly as I pulled on my shirt. Another long day is just sure to come. At least I have someone to come home to, right?

Tyler is my baby boy. He's not actually my child or anything but HSS my baby and I love him. He's really the only thing I have that actually motivates me to get out of bed and go to work everyday. I want to be able to provide and take care of my little princess and if I'm not able to do that then I basically failed at being a daddy.

I turned around to Tyler and smiled slightly "Bye baby, I love you." I said as I walked over and kissed his cheek. Tyler let out a small whine "Daddy... I want you to stay..." He whispered. He always did this in the mornings and it always made me feel so bad. "I know sweetie, but I have to go. You still want to get toys, right?" I said. Tyler nodded, still pouting. "Well then I have to go. I promise you'll be ok." I said before kissing his forehead again. He was still pouting but he just nodded. "Be a good boy. Any mess you make you better pick up before I get home." I reminded him like I did every morning. He normally kept the house clean while I was gone but I always reminded him to clean up. "Love you." Tyler mumbled out. "Love you too."

I left the room and went to the kitchen, grabbing something small to eat and making Tylers lunch before leaving.

Work was absolute hell. It seemed like everyone had a problem and they all decided to come to me with them, but still nothing that day had prepared me for what I would come home to.

As soon as I walked in all I saw was stuffing all over the floor in the living room. I frowned and slammed the door shut "Tyler!" I yelled. Normally I didn't call Tyler by his name. I would call him princess or baby and sometimes Ty, but right now I was angry. I walked in and saw him scrambling to pick up the stuffing that was all over the floor as if I hadn't already seen it.

"What are you doing?" I said furiously. Was I getting worked up over something that probably wasn't that big of a deal? Fuck yes. I had already had a long day at work and all I wanted to do was relax with my baby boy, but now I'm probably going to be stuck with Tyler sobbing because I spanked him which means I will probably have to pick up the rest of the mess because I can't stand a lot of clutter on the floor.

Tyler jumped when I spoke and looked up at me with wide eyes. He knew he was in trouble. "Daddy.." He whispered. He turned back and continued trying to pick up the stuffing that was on the floor "I-Im sorry daddy... I was just starting to pick it up when you got home.."

"You should have picked it up a long time ago. Where did you get all this stuffing from?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"T-teddy was sick." Was all he said. I signed heavily and rubbed my face. Since he gave me that extremely adorable answer it was hard to be mad anymore.

I looked up and saw Tyler pointing at his big white stuffed teddy bear that I had bought him. I sighed heavily and looked at all of the stuffing. "Tyler... Just get this mess picked up. You'll be getting five spankings when your done."

I knew it was kind of mean but I hat to stay from to what I say, right? Other wide he'll think its ok to do stuff like this all the time.

Tyler pouted slightly but nodded. I went upstairs and fell onto the bed after pulling off my tie. I think I must have passed out because when I got up I saw Tyler next to me touching himself.

What the fuck?

I sat up and frowned, running my eyes. Tyler knew he wasn't suppose to touch himself. I opened my eyes and looked at Tyler again. Yep. He was still laying there, legs spread out and slowly jerking himself off.