Please Daddy(12)

“You’ll have to excuse us for a moment,” Joe said, after shaking Dalton’s hand before squatting down to look into Colette’s eyes. “I promise we are going to have a lot of fun but right now I need to take care of my little Trisha.”

“Wha…what are you going to do?” Colette asked.

“I’m Trisha’s daddy, and she’s been very naughty so, sweetie, what do you think I’m going to do?”

Colette couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting to the corner and focusing on the bare bottom in full view. Her own buttocks clenched as she said, “Spank her?”

“Exactly and can you tell me why?” Joe asked, drawing her attention back to him while Dalton stood at her side, his hand at the small of her back.

“Because she was bad?”

“Not bad…naughty,” Joe corrected and smiled as he glanced at Trisha. “And because I love her too much to allow her to be naughty without paying the consequences.”

Something in Colette had her smiling as well. “That’s because you’re her daddy, and daddies sometimes have to spank even when they know it will hurt.”

It had felt perfectly natural when Joe reached out and gave her a hug and then a kiss on her cheek. “That’s right, honey, but daddies always make sure that even with a painful tushie, their littles know that all is forgiven and they are loved, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Jackson.”

“Call me Uncle Joe, Coco. I know we are going to all become very good friends.”

And they had. She had sat on her daddy’s lap as Trisha had been pulled over Uncle Joe’s knees. Coco had felt so many emotions running through her: embarrassment for the beautiful young woman at having such an intimate thing witnessed by strangers; mortification that her own panties were swiftly moving from damp to soaking as the spanking progressed; fear that Trisha would despise her before they ever properly met; and then a sense of empathy that overwhelmed her as Trisha’s cries and shrieks of promises to never be naughty again filled the air as her daddy’s hand lifted again and again to crack against her wiggling bottom. Colette remembered burying her head against her daddy’s chest, tears welling in her eyes as the pale bottom was quite thoroughly roasted and turned crimson.

“Shh, she is fine, ladybug,” Dalton had whispered against her ear.

Colette had her doubts but once “Uncle” Joe was finished with spanking, he immediately lifted the sobbing miscreant onto his knee and cuddled her close. As soon as Trisha’s cries had quieted into hiccups and sniffles, Colette had slipped off her own daddy’s lap and plucked a tissue from a box on the coffee table and had gone to the couple.

“I’m sorry you got a spanking,” she said, holding out the tissue, unsure where she’d gotten the courage but unable to resist the compulsion to offer the woman comfort.

Trisha had turned green eyes to her and despite what had happened, gave Colette a smile as she accepted the tissue. “Thank you. Do you want to see my room?”

And that was the start of a friendship that had grown ever deeper.

“I can’t believe you’re going with us! We are going to have the best…Ow!” Their little happy dance was interrupted, both women yelping as hands connected to their backsides. Twirling around, Colette looked up.

“Why did you pop me?”

Dalton shook his head as if shocked she had to ask. “You do not ever run from me, young lady! You didn’t even look to see if a tram or another car was coming. You could have been hit!”

Colette could hear Trisha getting the same lecture and had to suppress a giggle that would be seen as highly inappropriate given the look on her daddy’s face. Swallowing hard, she turned big blue eyes up to meet disapproving brown ones. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just so excited.”

“I know, baby, but it was still a naughty thing to do. We’ll talk about it more on the plane.”

Well aware that “talk” meant “spank” she felt her bottom clench which caused her to remember the plug she had once again forgotten she was holding. “But—”

“Exactly, and unless you wish to drop your panties to bare your butt right here, I suggest you answer properly.”

Her daddy had never before spanked her in public where those who weren’t in the lifestyle or would possibly judge them could see, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t start. Especially not when she’d broken such an important rule as one regarding her safety. Looking up, she said, “Yes, Daddy.”

Lectures and promises of further discipline given, Uncle Joe swept her off her feet in a giant bear hug. “Hi, my dear Coco.”

“Hi, Uncle Joe. I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, little one. I’m very happy that we were able to work out our schedules to share a vacation with you and the others.”

“Others?” Colette asked, looking around to see that Dalton was sharing the same sort of welcome with Trish, the young woman held in his arms. “Who else is coming?”

“You’ll see,” Dalton said, giving Trisha’s cheek a kiss before setting her on her feet as Joe returned Colette to hers. “Let’s get on the plane, shall we?”

The women squealed and grabbed each other’s hands again, barely pulling up short before they ran for the stairs that had been rolled against the plane. “Oops,” Colette said, turning back to see her daddy shaking his head.

“Oops indeed,” Dalton repeated, taking her free hand. The four walked to the stairs and were soon standing in the interior of the plane.





Chapter Seven





Colette stood with her mouth open at the sight of people milling about on the plane. Since that first play date, her daddy had gradually introduced her to a group of like-minded adults who found their greatest pleasure in sharing the dynamic of age-play. They’d attended many different events, both in the private homes of the individuals as well as had met to enjoy group outings to different venues. But as she glanced at the occupants, she understood this would be the first time all of them shared a vacation, and judging by the clothing she saw, was also the first time they’d be free to be exactly who they were without threat of sanction. She recognized Suzy, Jenny, Maddie and their daddies, giving them all a wave as her daddy removed her coat and passed it to a smiling flight attendant who hung it in a closet.

“Go on,” Dalton said, giving her a grin. “Go say your hellos.”

That was all the permission she needed. She and Trisha joined hands and moved down the aisle to the middle of the plane where there was a round table and several chairs. They were met by all their friends, and the plane was soon filled with the excited chatter of the little ones.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Colette asked.

“No, Daddy wouldn’t tell me,” Jenny said.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise,” Maddie interjected. “I’ve guessed like a gazillion places but don’t know if any of them are right.”

It appeared that none of the women knew their destination, but if it were anywhere as good as the surprise of learning they’d be sharing the vacation, Colette was sure it would be fabulous. Turning to give her daddy a smile, she saw another young woman step inside. “Who’s that?” she asked, a bit shocked to discover a stranger among them.

“Oh, that’s Veronica,” Suzy whispered, “and don’t make the mistake of calling her anything else.”

Knowing it was common practice to shorten their full names to help them drop into the roles of little ones, Colette was surprised at what Suzy said. She watched as a very large man stepped inside behind the beautiful blonde. “Is that her daddy?”

“Yes, his name is Carlton Anderson,” Trisha offered. “They were at the party you missed when you had the flu.”

Colette couldn’t help but notice that instead of the giggles, waves, hugs, and kisses she and Trisha had received upon their entry onto the plane, not a single one of her friends were extending the same welcome to Veronica. Turning to the group, she whispered, “What’s the matter?”

“Um, nothing,” Maddie said.

“What she means is that Veronica is a brat,” Jenny said bluntly.

Remembering how scared she’d been before accepting she not only loved being her daddy’s special little girl, but had instantly felt a deep bond forming with those sharing the same dynamic, Colette looked towards the front again to see that Veronica was walking towards them. “Maybe she is just scared,” Colette said softly. “Maybe she just needs a friend.”

Dismissing the looks the women passed between them, when Veronica reached them, she said, “Hi, I’m Coco, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Coco? Seriously?” Veronica’s eyes raked up and down as she took in Coco’s outfit. “Well, you’re certainly not wearing Chanel so I suppose you just like to pretend you know anything about high fashion.”

Colette couldn’t believe the woman had insulted her—she didn’t even know her. She loved the name Dalton had given her but before she could even respond, her daddy and Mr. Anderson joined them.

Veronica gave the men a huge smile. “Hi! You must be Coco’s daddy. I’m Veronica, I’m so happy to meet you, sir.”