A few minutes after Uncle Joe and Trisha returned from the bathroom, Uncle Frank clapped his hands as he stood up and stepped into the middle of the aisle. “May I have your attention please? Girls come sit around the conference table, please.” Once the girls were seated, their daddies standing back a bit, every eye turned to Frank.
“First, I want to say welcome aboard and that I am very pleased all of your daddies have managed to pull off this surprise. It has been our goal to be able to not only get together for a night or even a weekend, but to be able to enjoy each other’s company for an extended length of time. We wanted to be able to truly feel free to live the roles we all have come to love without the need to hide any of our…well, kink, I guess some would call it. We want you to be free to let out the little girl inside of you and to know you won’t have to worry about anyone judging you for the special gift that makes you all so incredibly unique.” He paused, the sincerity of his words clearly written on his face. He grinned and continued. “I know that if my little Maddie has been driving me a bit nuts trying to get me to tell where we’re going, I’m pretty sure every one of you has done the same. Has anyone guessed yet?”
Coco looked around the table to see if anyone cared to speculate. When none spoke, she heard him add, “Well, I admit I find that surprising. After all, every single one of you has been given a clue. Think hard and the first one to guess correctly wins a prize.”
A clue? A prize? Instead of thinking of possible destinations, Colette concentrated on what she had been given that could possibly be a clue. She’d been given a spanking but was pretty sure that wasn’t it. She’d already considered her clothing but if her coat didn’t point her in the right direction, then she had no idea…Wait! Yes, she’d considered her clothing but had forgotten one piece. She remembered tossing the item aside and yet now, the memory of watching as her daddy pulled her panties down to give her a spanking had her turning to Trisha.
“What’s on your panties?”
“My panties?” Trisha repeated.
“Do they have things you find on an island? Like coconuts, shells, palm trees?” Coco asked.
Trisha’s eyes went wide and she smiled. “Yes! Yours too?”
Coco nodded and said, “We’ll guess together, okay?” The two girls turned their attention where Uncle Frank stood and….
“We’re going to an island!”
Coco’s head whipped to her left to see Veronica cut her eyes to hers, grin and then turn to speak again. “Is that right, Uncle Frank?”
“What gave you that idea?” he asked.
“You said everyone was given a clue and if there are palm trees and coconuts and seashells on the panties…you find those on an island.”
“Congratulations, Veronica. You are right. We are going to spend a week on an island in the Caribbean. You’ll be swimming in the ocean and playing on the beach. We’ll have cookouts and a bonfire and games every day. And while I’d bet my last dollar there will be spankings and naughty bare bottoms being displayed in corners, I promise there will be good food, good times, and lots of love as well. Well done, Veronica. Come get your prize, honey.”
Veronica slipped from her chair and skipped around the table to accept a bag her honorary uncle accepted from the flight attendant. “Go ahead and open it,” he said after giving her the bag.
Looking inside, Veronica squealed and pulled out a large, purple stuffed dolphin. “Oh, how cute! Thank you, Uncle Frank.” She hugged him hard, and he bent to kiss her cheek.
“You’re welcome, Veronica. Dolphins are one of the smartest species so it seemed an appropriate prize for the one who figured out the answer.” He looked around and said, “And don’t you fret, girls, you’ll get to hug a dolphin as well because we will be swimming with them, and there will be more prizes given out throughout the week.”
“Look, Daddy, isn’t she sweet?” Veronica asked as she ran to her daddy. He swept her up and hugged her, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“I’m so proud of you, Princess. What are you going to name her?”
“Dancer because dolphins dance on the water.”
“She ought to name him Cheater,” Trisha softly growled. “She’s not even wearing the panties! She heard us talking! I’m going to tell Uncle Frank!”
Coco saw that her friend was correct. Instead of cute panties, Veronica had on a thick diaper. Still, she reached over and took Trisha’s hand as she began to lift it. “No, don’t. We don’t tattle on each other, remember?”
Trisha resisted for a moment and then sighed. “It’s still not right.”
Coco shrugged and said, “We’re still going to have an awesome vacation, right?”
“Right,” Trisha admitted, and the two were smiling by the time their daddies joined them as the flight attendant began serving lunch.
The daddies were offered their choice of beverage to enjoy with their thick roast beef sandwiches while the girls were all given glasses of apple juice and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches where the crusts had been cut off. It was yet another way to help the women sink into their roles though Coco did manage to snag a French fry off her daddy’s plate.
After the meal had been cleaned away, the men escorted their little ones to one of the two bathrooms to potty and wash their hands and faces. Returning to their seat, Coco saw that a pillow and blanket had been placed at one end of each sofa.
“Nap time,” Dalton said as she climbed into her seat, and he lifted her feet to remove her shoes.
“I don’t want to nap,” she complained, wanting to sit and chat with Trisha and her friends.
“Do you want another spanking?”
“Um, no, sir.”
“I didn’t think so,” her daddy said. He pulled the pillow onto his lap and gave it a pat. Coco laid her head down and pulled her legs up onto the sofa. The blanket was tucked in around her and, as if giving her a subtle warning he wouldn’t tolerate any more protests, he cupped her bottom in his hand, giving it a squeeze. The cabin quieted as girls settled down, and though Coco was sure she’d not sleep a wink, she was out like a light within seconds.
Chapter Eight
“Welcome to Little Isle.”
Dalton watched as each young woman looked to the front and every mouth dropped open. They’d been so engrossed in gawking at their surroundings, they hadn’t even noticed another person had joined them. Standing in the center of the huge foyer beside a large round table holding a huge floral arrangement was a woman he knew the girls both loved and hated. Jean Hawthorn, Nanny Jean or ma’am as the girls were required to address her, could be the most loving of women, offering hugs and praises—or—she could be stern and wielded a paddle, tawse, hairbrush or any number of implements against a bare bottom like a pro. She liked to tease she must be the reincarnation of a Victorian era nanny. She loved everything about her chosen profession, including the uniform she wore. A black dress was covered with a white apron with large pockets. The girls had learned any number of things could be pulled from their depths…things like a piece of candy to reward a little one, a hanky to wipe tears or blow a runny nose, a brush to tidy hair or blister a bottom. Dalton thought she had to be on the far side of fifty and yet was still beautiful—in that stern, nanny way she carried off so beautifully. He watched as Jean smiled and held out her arms. Just that simple change had the girls running to her.
“Looks like we made the right decision in asking Jean to join us this week.”
Dalton turned to see Joe had joined him. The men had decided that having the woman they kept on retainer to attend some of their get togethers join them for their first communal vacation would be beneficial in many ways. Her presence would allow the girls to remember that vacation didn’t mean one would get away with naughtiness. The house was very large, the grounds extensive and the men would be busy not only with their girls but with the running of the planned activities. Jean’s eagle eye would remain on the girls if their daddies were occupied with other things. The men wanted their girls to feel free to play and converse with each other and having a woman present tended to help them drop deeper into their roles. A stern nanny persona also had many a little one pausing to reconsider their behavior if told that Nanny Jean would be “speaking to their daddy.” Having to stand before a daddy and admit they’d just been punished by Nanny Jean was both embarrassing for the little one and quite often resulted in an opportunity for a daddy to make sure the naughty girl was reminded that earning a spanking from the nanny guaranteed another trip across her daddy’s knees.
Watching his wife and her friends hugging and hearing them chatter had him grinning. “Yes. You’d never be able to tell that the last time Coco interacted with Jean, it was hanging over her lap and getting her butt blistered.”
Joe chuckled and nodded. “I remember. I also remember you were a bit concerned about how she’d feel once she had time to truly process the experience.” He nodded towards the group of women. “Seems like she is fine.”