Johnny walked into the kitchen to do the usual, you know, steal some of that creamy and white fluffy suger that Papa hates when he eats. But Johnny cant help himself, its just so good he cant resist. Just one bite wouldn't hurt, Johnny told himself. Johnny wasn't telling the truth, he always lied to himself.
Always...
Johnny opened all the cabinets and finally found the good stuff. He slowly grabbed the sugar and began to eat. Papa came bursting through the door and screeched an unholy screech. "BICH WAT YOU DOING JOHNNY!?" Johnny froze, now unable to speak. Papa got tired of waiting for a response, so he grabbed Johnny and put him on his lap. Johnny blushed, still confused on what the hell was going on. "You're a bad boy Johnny. Do you know what I do to bad boys like you?" Papa spoke seductively. "N-no papa...I-"
"Why do you call me Papa, Johnny? You should call me daddy~"
"P-PAPA WHAT ARE YOU-"
Papa laid Johnny on his lap and turned him around. He began to take off his lil' pants.
Johnny's face grew red, unable to grasp what was happening. Until Papa whispered something in Johnny's ear.
"Bad boys like you deserve an old fashioned spanking."
Well that was shit.
