Nate slipped the device into his back pocket when he saw the boys coming his way, biting back a laugh when Matt timidly rapped his little fist against the door. The teen did his best to compose himself as he stood to answer the knock, determined to play dumb for as long as possible. His efforts were undone the instant he opened the door, however, as he just couldn't help himself after looking down and seeing his little dads pouting up at him. They were just so darn cute standing their in their superhero t-shirts and their tiny undies that Nate snorted out a laugh as he whipped out his phone and snapped a pic.
"HEY!" An indignant David cried out as he and Matt simultaneously pulled down the hems of their tees to hide their Y-fronts from sight. "You did do this to us, didn't you!"
"What if I did, short stuff?" Nate teased as he ruffled the boy's wavy black hair. "You gonna do something about it?"
"Nate, this is insane." Matt stepped in to try and take control of the situation. "I don't know how you did this but you are going to reverse it right now, or so help me - "
"So help you what?" Nate taunted the husky tyke, grinning viciously at the way he stumbled back at the barest push. "You're not the one in charge here, *dad*. You and David arrrrrrRRRRGGGHHHH!"
Nate's jeering was cut short when Matt slammed his bare little foot directly onto the teen's socked toes, taking no small amount of satisfaction in the way his much larger opponent cursed and hopped about in severe pain. That satisfaction lasted until Nate regained his balance, however, every bit of color draining from the six-year-old's cheeks as his son whirled on him. Suddenly very aware of his situation, the terrified tyke turned to bolt from the room - only for Nate to grab the squealing, struggling boy by the wrist and drag him over to the bed. Nate sat on its edge and pulled Matt across his lap, wrapping one arm around his chubby waist while his free hand yanked down the back of his tighty whities. The horrified boy kicked and screamed as his round white rump was exposed, David unable to do anything but look on in open-mouthed shock as his son prepared to administer the most humiliating of punishments to his husband.
"NO!!" Matt howled. "You can't! YOU - "
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Nate brought his strong palm down upon Matt's jiggling tush with five quick smacks, the marshmellowy cheeks turning pinker and pinker as Matt gasped and whined and then broke down into fall-on bawling. Finished for the moment, the teen pulled the boy's tiny undies the rest of the way down his baby-smooth legs, put Matt on his feet and stood looming over the sniffling six-year-old with his arms crossed and his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. Matt couldn't raise his eyes, couldn't do anything but whimper and hop from foot to little foot as he rubbed his stinging, tomato-red tushie with one hand and shielded his weewee from sight with the other. Though it pained David to see Matt like this, he didn't dare speak up lest he risk joining his husband in his pantless red-faced shame.
"I'm going to call Tyler and tell him he can come over." Nate declared before pointing at an empty corner. "If you stand there and stare at the wall until I get back - AND if you apologize for stomping on my foot - then you can have your undies back. Understand?"
Matt managed a tiny nod as he turned and trudged over to the corner, feeling very much like the naughty little boy Nate was treating him as. David shivered at the way Nate grinned at him as he left the room, the five-year-old needing a moment to compose himself after what he just saw his son put his husband through.
"...Matt?" David peeped as he tiptoed up to the blubbering boy. "Are you okay?"