Spending Time with Daddy
Another Tale of Jody’s Adventures
Daddy was glaring angrily down at his two little rug rats, both looking up at him innocently, even though the proof of their trouble was splattered behind them. Mary knew that it was her fault, she hated making Daddy get that look, the look that means that she have been a very bad girl. Slowly she turned to look at the mess hidden behind her, splattered along the floor, and the walls. The two had been playing ball in the house, even though they knew that they shouldn’t, Daddy had told them not to, many times. Now because Mary had been bad, Daddy’s favorite vase lay on the floor in pieces, flowers (one’s he had bought her, for special) and glass was everywhere.
Jody was skulking behind Mary, blushing bright red, giving Daddy hopeful shy smiles, the slut. He had wanted to get attention from Daddy who still wouldn’t play with him, even after getting permission from his mommy at the beginning of the New Year. Daddy though was sneaky and had purposefully been putting Jody off for weeks, flirting with him, patting his head, even giving him gentle kisses on the forehead, lightly brushing his hand against Jody’s pee pee. All of this was leading up to poor Jody walking around with a permanent hard-on and tears, he thought Daddy didn’t like him. I knew that Daddy liked Jody though, but Daddy was rather mean, so I wasn’t surprised that he had been teasing him for so long. All of this led up to today, with Jody playing ball inside the house in a final attempt to get attention, any attention, from Daddy, and me purposely angling the ball to hit something.
Being the helpful little girl that Mary was, she immediately drew Daddy’s attention to Jody.
“Daddy, I didn’t break the vase, I didn’t even want to play ball, JODY did it!” she yelled, pointing her finger at Jody accusingly, adding a few tears for affect.
Jody looked up hopefully at Daddy, a touch of fear in his face but mostly anticipation.
“HOW COULD YOU?” Daddy roared glowering at the two, glaring fiercely.
“If you wanted attention Jody, and Mary, if you wanted to help Jody, there are much better ways then breaking one of my favorite possessions. This vase was a gift from your Mommy, Jody, what do you think she will do when she finds out that Mary deliberately broke it?
With this pronouncement Jody began to shake, tears rolling down his cheeks, face reddening, as the impact of his behavior stuck. Jody wanted Daddy Dave’s attention but not if it meant making him so mad, especially if it meant that Mommy would be mad too. Jody was a really good boy, he didn’t make Daddy mad at all and was always on his best behavior around him, but he had been getting desperate.
“I’m sorry, Daddy Dave I just wanted your attention soooo badly, I couldn’t stand you ignoring me, it was horrible. I wanted you to like me so much, but no matter how helpful I was, no matter what I did, how good a boy I was, you wouldn’t look at me. I had to do something!” Jody wailed, finally lying on the floor and sobbing his heart out.
Realizing that his neglectful behavior had lead little Jody to finally breaking down, he had forgotten how insecure the boy was, Daddy knelt on the floor and pulled him into his arms. Jody wrapped his arms around Daddy’s neck and buried his face into his chest, hiccuping softly as he began to calm down, enjoying the feel of Daddy’s arms around him.
“I’m sorry that I neglected you, but that does not excuse your behavior, no matter how you cry, I’m still going to punish you.” Daddy pulled Jody till they were eye to eye.
Nodding his head obediently, Jody looking adoringly at Daddy ,willing to accept whatever punishment he had earned.
“Yes sir, I understand. I know it was wrong of me to break your vase, we didn’t think the ball would actually hit anything we just wanted to get you riled up. I’m very sorry” Jody put on his most apologetic face and looked up at Daddy imploringly.
Sighing, Daddy nodded his head. “I understand that the vase was an accident, but it is still broken. Mary honey, please get the dust bin and carefully clean up the mess. Then come back into the discipline room to receive your punishment with Jody.”
“Yes Daddy” Mary nodded her head and went in search of the cleaning supplies.
“And watch the glass!” Daddy yelled warningly. Watching as Mary nodded her head obediently, than turned to look at Jody.
“As to you little boy, I do believe that it is time to receive your punishment.” Jody said nothing as Daddy lifted him up into his arms and carried him towards the discipline room, which when Mary was behaving was often called the play room.