To Honor and Obey (Angel)

[Kitten]

Derek Jorgenson was having the best day of his life. So what if the maid had over turned his favorite potted plant all over the living room? So what if his breakfast had been mildly burned? There wasn't a thing in the world that could ruin the twenty seven year old's sunny attitude. Today he was getting married!

Well, sort of, Derek reminded himself as he checked his short blonde hair in the rear view mirror. The actual ceremony would happen later in the week. Today he was going to pick up his perfect little wife from the Abernathy Finishing School. As the blue eyed man stepped out of the car, standing at an intimidating 6', he couldn't help but whistle a sunny tune.

He'd picked Tyler carefully, looking at pictures sent from the school. He wanted a boy who would cook and clean for him. Someone delicate and lovely to look up with sweet eyes and do as he was told. But the man also wanted a little wife who could brat up a storm and earn a well deserved trip over his knee.

Derek had informed the school that the week before he arrived, Tyler should not be given any spankings. Corner time, early bed, any of that would be fine but Derek wanted his new little boy to be pristine and lily white the first time the man tipped him into his lap and applied punishing hand to bouncy bottom.

It might have been too much to hope, Tyler was supposed to be a well behaved little lady after all, but maybe the young man would earn himself a painted red behind before the day was out! These happy thoughts lent a spring to his step as the blonde headed inside the school.

Was it his imagination, or did Derek hear someone shrieking up a storm in one of the back rooms? With a shrug of his shoulders the man headed towards the sound of mayhem.

[Angel]

Shrieking up a storm? Not exactly. Throwing quite the (adorable) temper tantrum? Absolutely.

Tyler Abbey, the little fox boy of Derek's dreams, was stomping his delicate little feet, and declaring his absolute distaste for his predicament. The eighteen year old little did NOT want to be a wife! Well... Not at this moment at least. He wanted romance! He wanted to be wined and dined and WOOED. Not picked up by a stranger and declared a wife.

Tyler was a cute little romantic, to be sure. He'd read so many romance novels, and watched so many lovey movies. He wanted a storybook relationship! He wanted to be a PRINCESS.

[Kitten]

Derek kept a firm hand on his briefcase as he headed into the school, it had his paperwork and the last documents to sign for the school to hand over his new little wife. It also had a fuzzy little surprise for the adorable fox kit, and a stingy paddle in case their first meeting didn't go to plan. The blonde had been ready to take his sweet boy somewhere and have a little coffee, get to know one another, but it seemed like he might actually get his wish of spanking the pretty boy their first day together.

Heck, if the stomping foot and sassy mouth was anything to go by, Tyler might not make it out of the school without a rosy red behind!

"Tyler Abbey!" Derek's voice sounded loud and forbidding in the room as he walked over to the angry young man, cutting through the chatter of people going about their days. He tried his best to look stern, but the little kit was so darn cute throwing his fit. Simply adorable when he was mad!

[Angel]

(I thought he was blonde? Blonde daddies are hawt.)

The red head jumped a little as he was called by name, and turned to look. He felt a thump in his chest as he saw Derek. He was... Pretty hot.

Still! Tyler pouted at him, lip stuck out to show his displeasure. "Leave me alone!" he snapped at him brattily, and stomped again. "Don't know you! Go away!"

[Kitten]

(Ha! Sorry about that. Wasn't paying attention.)

Derek's frown was much more genuine when that bad attitude was turned his way. It was cute to watch Tyler work himself up, but the man wouldn't allow his new little wife to be disrespectful. He almost felt bad that this was how they'd have to meet, but the young man did have a chance to change his tone if he wanted to.

"Excuse me," the blonde said more gently this time, extending his hand for Tyler to see that he meant no harm. "I was just surprised to see my new little Princess throwing such a tantrum." Blue eyes swept over the other, all flushed and pretty.

"I'm Derek Jorgenson, but you can call me Daddy. The school should have told you that I was coming to pick you up today Tyler. I can see that you're upset, but I'll give you one more chance to calm down and speak nicely. Since we've just met and all." The blonde tried to smile gently, hoping his little kit would take the bait. While also hoping that he wouldn't, and that they'd get to spend some quality time together in a private room before the man could take his boy wife home.

[Angel]

Tyler flustered a little as the man looked at him, and talked to him like that. Tyler pouted more, now from being so easily flustered!

"I don't WANT to be your wife." he said simply, and glared at him. "You don't know me. There's nothing romantic about this!" he added. Clearly, Tyler was far too into shows featuring princes and princesses.

The boy was normally a good boy, but he was quite a brat when upset... As evidenced by this tantrum. His round bottom had been rendered scarlet many times throughout his training. The teachers were honestly surprised that Derek hadn't already spanked sense into him.

[Kitten]

Derek actually gaped at the furious young man standing in front of him. He'd expected a little resistance maybe, or some harsh words, but Tyler was clearly pissed as all hell. Well, he'd offered the other a chance to behave and apologize, so the blonde didn't feel an ounce of guilt about his next words.

"Ladies," blue eyes focused on one of the teachers. "Please be so kind as to show us to a private room. I think my lovely bride is a little... confused about how this relationship works."

His smile was sunny, but Derek's hand was tight as a vice when it caught one of Tyler's delicate wrists in a firm hold. "If you know what's good for you, little boy, you will come quietly and start your apologizing right now. I promise you that you don't want Daddy to make you apologize Tyler."

Inside he was singing a happy song. Not even fifteen minutes in and he was going to toast a pretty young man's backside! This really was the best day ever.

[Angel]

Tyler's eyes widened, and his ears flattened as his wrist was grabbed. The red head's face paled as he suddenly felt a sense of doom come across him. He potentially just made a grave error.

The teachers chuckled softly, and led them along. "Do be at least a little easy on him. He's a good boy... He's just... What's the word I'm looking for here?" she mused, looking to her coworker.

"Stubborn." she added simply.

"W-Wait, no! Please!" he squeaked pitifully, tugging his arm gently, whining! The kit was fearful for his bottom's well being. What was to stop the man from whipping him senseless? The headmaster used a cane on especially naughty boys... What on earth would this man do to him?

[Kitten]

Derek nodded his understanding at Tyler's sudden change in attitude. It was to be expected when someone was facing a bottom warming. But he didn't want the kit to think that his new husband was an utter monster, simply that he was a man of his word and someone to be obeyed. The man paused in the hall, gently gathering the pretty young thing into his arms to offer a bit of support and affection.

Hopefully Tyler would appreciate it and not be more upset.

"Thank you ladies," the blonde said simply as he was directed to a private room. "Please feel free to get started on the paperwork, we'll be out in a little bit."

As the door shut behind them, Derek settled into a chair with Tyler on his lap, making gentle shushing noises as he pushed firey hair out of the other's face. "I think someone might be regretting his earlier naughtiness. Hm Princess? Is there anything you'd like to say to Daddy before we start?"

[Angel]

The ginger boy looked at him, confused and fearful. The gentle touches, the affectionate gestures... Why was he acting so nice if he intended to blister him?

The green eyes studied Derek's face anxiously, trying to figure out what he was truly planning. But... He seemed genuine.

"Please don't blister me sir... I'm sorry..." he mumbled meekly. He was a shivery little thing, and the urge to coddle him was hard to fight.