Pop sat in his chair, lost in thought. It had been a few weeks since Cub made him play that game. The Naughty Daddy Game. At first, Pop wasn’t a fan of the game since it involved Cub tying his paws and feet together and smacking his bare bottom with a wooden spoon. But as time went on, he began to enjoy it more than he was willing to admit. He had even called Disco Bear over a little while later to spank him again. Meanwhile, Cub was playing with his toys where Pop could see him. Cub looked up and smiled at Pop, and Pop smiled back. Pop couldn’t help himself, so he asked, “Hey buddy. Wanna play a game?” Cub’s ears perked up. “What kinda game, Daddy?” He asked in his high-pitched toddler voice. “Remember that game you showed me a while back?” Pop asked, his heart beating. Cub perked up. “Oh, da Naughty Daddy Game?” Cub asked. Pop nodded. “What abouts it?” “Do you wanna play it again?” Pop asked. Without hesitation, Cub jumped up and shouted, “YAY!! Naughty Daddy!!” Cub jumped around with joy. “Calm down, buddy. I know you’re excited, but try to settle down,” Pop said. Cub settled down eventually. “Why don’t you keep playing with your toys while I go get the wooden spoon?” Pop said. Cub nodded and clapped his paws. Pop then went to grab the spoon from the kitchen. He then went to the living room, set the spoon down, and got into position, putting his paws in front of him. “Alright, buddy. Go ahead. Daddy will try to stay still for his punishment,” Pop said, trying to keep his tail from wagging. When Cub lifted Pop’s robe above his tail and exposed his butt, Pop felt something happen. Cub rubbed Pop’s butt with his paw. “Wow. Daddy’s butt is so big.” He giggled. “Yes, Daddy does have a big butt, doesn’t he?” Pop said. Cub giggled. “Is Daddy weady?” Cub asked, holding the spoon. “Daddy is ready. Make sure I learn my lesson.” Pop said. Cub giggled again. He slapped Pop’s butt with the wooden spoon. “Ouch, that kinda hurt,” Pop chuckled. “Daddy was naughty, so he needs a ‘panking so he wearns his lesson,” Cub said, smacking Pop’s butt again. Pop couldn’t help but admit that he was enjoying it quite a bit, partially because he and Cub were bonding, but also because he enjoyed being spanked. Cub kept smacking at Pop's backside while Pop tried to keep from giving away that he was enjoying it. Cub playfully scolded Pop for being “naughty” with every slap and Pop didn’t mind one bit. Cub slapped away at Pop’s butt for what felt like forever, and Pop couldn’t help but enjoy every impact by the wooden spoon to his bare bottom. “Don’t forget to slap Daddy’s sit spots too,” Pop said. Cub paused and tilted his head. “What? What’s a sit ‘pot, Daddy?” Cub asked. “This right here,” Pop said, reaching back and pointing to the area where his upper thighs connected to his bottom. “Oh, okay, Daddy,” Cub said, giving Pop’s sit spots a hard whack. “OW!! Geez, buddy, I wasn’t expecting you to be so rough with it. Sorry if I scared you,” Pop said, feeling embarrassed. Cub was slightly frightened by Pop’s sudden exclamation but figured his apology could be used against him. “Daddy is still bein’ vewy naughty, so he needs an extwa hawd ‘panking,” Cub said, readying the spoon. He focused on Pop’s sit spot for a minute, whacking them with a lot of force, which made Pop blush embarrassingly. After about 15 smacks to each of Pop’s sit spots, Cub shifted his attention back to Pop’s now red cheeks and continued slapping them, much to Pop’s enjoyment. “Naughty Daddy needs his butt ‘panked so he’ll never bes naughty ever again,” Cub said, slapping Pop’s butt with all his strength, which isn’t really a lot since he’s a small child. Pop let it keep going for a few minutes before his butt started to sting beyond pleasure. “Okay, Cub, Daddy is sorry for being naughty,” Pop said. Cub stopped spanking him and smiled. “Does Daddy pwomise to not be naughty anymore?” He said. “Daddy promises. Thank you for spanking me, Cub. Now I know to not be a naughty Daddy anymore,” Pop said, trying to keep from smiling. “Okay, Daddy can go, but no more being naughty,” Cub said. Pop got up and carefully rubbed his tender bottom. “Ouch, that really stings, buddy,” Pop said, smiling. “Good, Daddy deserves it for being naughty,” Cub said. “Yeah, I suppose I do,” Pop chuckled to himself. Pop picked the spoon up and put it in the kitchen sink, then headed to the bathroom and shut and locked the door. He pulled his robe up to look at his bottom in the mirror and saw lots of red marks all over. He bent over to get a look at his sit spots and saw that they were completely red and they hurt a lot. “I’ll say that my kid may be small, but he can sure deliver a good spanking,” he chuckled to himself. He left the bathroom and headed back to the living room where Cub was giggling and talking about his butt. “Daddy’s big butt is red. Daddy has a big butt,” He giggled, playing with his toys. Pop just laughed and said, “I’m glad you find that amusing. It makes me happy to see you enjoying yourself, son,” before heading over to his chair and sitting down. The cool leather pressing against his warm, sore bottom was shocking at first but he quickly fell in love with the feeling. He felt very relaxed and didn’t want the feeling to go away. “That was really fun, Cub. Thank you for spending time with me and for spanking me,” Pop said. Cub just smiled and said, “You’re welcome, Daddy.”
