Wil crossed his arms, sitting in Catherine's office, waiting for her to come back. She left to apologize to his interviewee for "wasting their time".
"This is bull..." He muttered, pouting.
The door opened....revealing Dark. He headed to the desk and sat down. It was clear he was pissed.
"Wilford."
"H-hey..."
Dark cleared his throat, leaning back in the office chair.
"Catherine informed me that you...not only shot off your gun but did an interview with a poor person...who's been through hell and back, wearing only your underwear?! Are you stupid, Wil?!"
Wil was silent.
"Answer me. Now."
Wil nodded sheepishly.
"Y-yes...I-I mean, no! No, I'm not stupid."
"You are acting like a child, Wil."
He looked down at his lap, biting his lip.
"I'm sorry..."
"You don't look sorry."
Wil was shocked, Dark had never been this cold to him before. He took a deep breath and stood up, walking to Wilford.
"Wilford."
Wil looked up at him.
"You are a bad boy. You need to be punished." He said coldly, picking up a cane.
Wil turned paler than his boyfriend. He likes spankings, yes. But hates the cane. It always gave him a cold and harsh feeling, though he never understood why. He fell to the ground, tears forming in his eyes.
"Daddy, please! Anything but the cane!" He begged, kneeling before Dark.
Dark sighed, he liked it when Will begged for mercy...but not like this. He hated spanking Wil with the cane because it brought back memories to him and he hates seeing Wil sad and scared. But he had to. It was the deal. He sat on the couch and pulled Wilford over his lap.
He flailed about, trying to fight back...but Dark was stronger. He pulled back Wil's rainbow suspenders and pulled down his underwear. He picked up the cane and began to spank him.
Wil cried, hating that he lets this happen. He lets Darkiplier, one of the most feared egos...spank him until he cries like a toddler. Him! He makes Wilford Warfstache, senior reporter...the womanizer himself, cry like a toddler when he spanks him!
"Do you not understand that what you say and do has consequences?! I get that you like being my baby, but God! You have got to shape up! Do you understand?"
Wil sobbed, nodding his head.
"Say it."
CRACK!
"I'M SORRY DADDY!! I'M SORRY FOR BEING IMMATURE!!! I'M SORRY FOR DISOBEYING!!!! I'LL BE GOOD!!!!! I PROMISE!!!!!!"
Dark put the cane down and pulled his underwear up and adjusted his suspenders, kissing Wil's face softly. Wil looked up at him, his beautiful chocolate eyes filled with tears. It had a sorta innocence that Dark could recognize from a mile away.
"Buba, do you understand why you got a spanking?" He asked, wiping away his tears.
Wilford rubbed his eyes, nodding.
"I was a bad boy..."
Dark nodded, picked up a bag, and pulled out Wil's signature brown trousers. Wil smiled softly and pulled them on, Dark helping him with the rainbow suspenders.
"That's my boy." Dark whispered, trying to move as slow as possible to not scare Wil.
Wilford whimpered, clenching his fists.
"G-gentle Daddy?"
Dark nodded, lowering his voice and aura.
"Yes, baby. Gentle Daddy's here." He whispered.
Wil smiled softly, easing up a bit. He knew this was truly his daddy, not some scary stranger. Dark held out his hand and smiled. Wil quickly scooted up and hugged him, gently babbling.
"I wobe Daddy. Daddy Darky's mine. I'm baby. I'm Daddy's baby..." He slurred, his babble slowly becoming more and more slurred, quickly turning into pure babble.
Dark grabbed the bag and rubbed his cheek.
"Can you be big for a quick second to we can head home?" He asked, feeling horrible for hurting Wil.
Wilford nodded and stood up, clinging to Dark's arm.
"Don't worry, Bubba. I'll make it better." He whispered to himself as they walked out.
