Sean pushed open the door to their bedroom, expecting to be met with the familiar sight of his Daddy Dom, James, lounging on the bed. Instead, he was greeted by the sound of the Hoover, its loud hum filling the air. He followed the noise, a curious expression on his face, and found James attacking the curtains with the vacuum cleaner.
James looked up as Sean entered, wagging his finger playfully. "Sean, love, did you forget what day it is?" he asked, his Irish accent thick and comforting.
Sean looked around the room, taking in the mess. Half-empty snack packets were strewn about, clothes were scattered on the floor, and toys were scattered haphazardly. He felt a pang of guilt. "I'm so sorry, Daddy," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I'll start cleaning right away."
But James shook his head, pinching Sean's cheek gently. "You've had a long day, love. You need a break." He shooed Sean towards the bed, his eyes twinkling.
Sean watched as James mercilessly vacuumed up the mess, picking up special toys and placing them gently on the bed. He hummed softly, tsking and scolding playfully as he worked. Sean couldn't help but notice the way his body responded to James' gentle dominance.
James chuckled, noticing the bulge in Sean's pants. "I know what you're thinking, naughty boy," he said, wagging the vacuum wand teasingly. "But I have work to do first."
He continued to vacuum, his movements methodical and soothing. Sean watched as his things tumbled into the Hoover bag, his arousal growing. James smiled, setting up the Hoover again and turning it back on. "Time for the closet," he said, his eyes gleaming.
Sean couldn't help but laugh, his guilt and embarrassment forgotten. He was thoroughly enjoying this day of cleaning, and he couldn't wait to see what other surprises James had in store.
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