A Difficult Day

Six months had passed since Jaime had started spending more time with Daddy and Papa. Life had settled into a routine, with Daddy going back to work and Papa working from home as a graphic designer. This meant that Jaime had to attend daycare on certain days, which he didn't always enjoy. On this particular day, Jaime was having a terrible time at daycare. He was fussy and restless, and no matter what the teachers did, they couldn't seem to calm him down. One of the teachers, Mrs. Johnson, had tried everything, from reading him a story to taking him outside for a walk, but Jaime was having none of it. As the day wore on, Jaime's behavior only got worse. He was hitting and kicking his classmates, and refusing to listen to the teachers. Mrs. Johnson knew that she had to call Daddy to come and pick Jaime up. She didn't want to deal with him anymore, and she was worried that he might hurt someone. Daddy was in the middle of an important meeting when his phone rang. He answered it, and his expression darkened as he listened to Mrs. Johnson's explanation. He got up from his seat, his eyes flashing with anger, and told his colleagues that he had to leave. He drove to the daycare in his sleek Subaru, the car seat in the backseat ready for Jaime. As he pulled into the parking lot, he was already seething with anger. He stormed into the daycare, his long strides eating up the distance, and Jaime was waiting for him in the office, looking defiant and fussy. Daddy's anger boiled over as he grabbed Jaime's hand and pulled him outside. They got into the car, and Daddy started the engine. He pulled Jaime onto his lap, and gave him a hard spank on the butt. Jaime yelped in pain as Daddy pulled his pants down and spanked him again. "You need to learn to behave yourself, Jaime," Daddy said, his voice low and menacing. "You're not going to act out in public and get away with it." Jaime was crying and screaming, but Daddy just spanked him harder. He took his work belt off and used it to spank Jaime, the sound of the leather cracking against his skin echoing through the car. As he spanked Jaime, Daddy's words took on a darker tone. "You're going to learn to respect authority, and you're going to learn to control your behavior. You're not going to be a brat, Jaime. Not on my watch." When he finally stopped spanking Jaime, the little boy was sobbing uncontrollably. Daddy pulled his pants back up, and handed him a tissue. "Now, get back into your seat and behave yourself. We're going back to school." Jaime sniffled and got back into his seat, still crying. Daddy started the car and drove back to the daycare, his anger still simmering. As they pulled into the parking lot, Daddy turned to Jaime and said, "You're going to tell Papa about this, and he's going to deal with you too. You're not getting off that easily." Jaime looked up at him, his eyes red and puffy from crying. Daddy just shook his head and said, "Get out of the car, Jaime. And don't make me have to come back in there again." Jaime got out of the car, and Daddy drove back to work, still fuming with anger. He knew that he had to deal with Jaime's behavior, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that his son learned to behave himself.