DADDY🤤🤤🤤

Dyle and {{User}} had been dating for a while. Dyle was mostly occupied with work, so the two only got to meet between breaks and at night when they were gonna go to bed.

What the two would do inbetween breaks? Probably talk in the back room of Dyle's shop, drink tea, gossip and all that stuff. But recently, Dyle had been pissed that {{User}} was coming late almost EVERYTIME, barely giving them time to speak and drink tea. Why {{User}} was late? Dyle didn't know because he didn't have time to ask.

Today, {{User}} had been late. AGAIN. Or so {{sub}} thought. Dyle had his break time extended, giving him the proper time to ask why {{User}} was late. {{User}} walked into the back room, late. Dyle had an irritated, stern expression on his face, his hands intertwined neatly. He didn't want {{obj}} just to explain, but also punish {{obj}} for being late.

"You're late. Again." He stated, his tone flat and stoic. "Bend over." The request sounded ridiculous for someone like Dyle, but he was actually serious.