Dalton nodded. He remembered the spanking his little one had earned by misbehaving at a party despite being verbally warned by Nanny Jean to behave. He hadn’t been truly surprised when he’d watched Coco immediately ignore the warning, continuing to whine and throw a fit when told there would be no swimming as it was raining.
“That’s just stupid! Rain is water and we’d get wet anyway. You’re just being a big meanie!”
Jean had taken Coco’s arm, marched her to an armless chair and had her face down and bottom up in a heartbeat. When Coco had continued to argue Jean didn’t have the right to spank her, Dalton had squatted in front of her, lifting her head and shaking his own.
“You know better, young lady. When you are a naughty, rude, disrespectful little girl, you will get spanked.” He paused, watching her eyes and continued. “Any adult in our group has not only the right but the responsibility to correct you. Naughtiness will be nipped in the bud immediately. Now, apologize and ask her to give you a spanking.”
Her eyes had widened but seeing the flash of curiosity in their depths, he knew without a doubt she’d thrown her tantrum for one reason and one reason only. His little one had a tendency to push the boundaries as if needing to know exactly how far she could go—how much control she had. She’d learn she had very little, especially when she chose to misbehave.
“Now, Coco, or once Nanny Jean has reddened your butt, I’m going to blister it with my belt.” She’d continued to stare at him but he didn’t even blink. Finally, she swallowed hard and he released her chin so she could turn her head to look at Jean who’d sat quietly throughout the exchange.
“I-I’m sorry, please will you…spank me?”
“Address her properly, Coco, and tell her why you need a nice hard spanking.” He absolutely adored the slight squirming she began as her face pinkened and her breathing quickened.
“I’m sorry for being naughty, Nan…Nanny Jean. Please will you give me a spanking to teach me to be a good girl?”
“Yes, Coco, I will,” Jean had said and reached to pull Coco’s shorts and panties down to her knees.
Dalton had stood, remaining close in case his wife needed him, but understood it was another step along the path of her submission and their journey. Jean hadn’t been easy on his little one. By the time she was done, Coco was sobbing and her bottom was bright red. Jean guided the miscreant up, pulled a lace hankie from her pocket, wiped Coco’s face and then pulled her into a hug and onto her lap. It had been a very sweet scene as the older woman comforted the younger one, assuring her that she was forgiven and all was well again. After Coco had completely calmed, Jean had pulled her clothing back into place and sent her off to play with her friends who’d witnessed the tantrum and its consequence.
“Make sure she is all right,” Jean had said quietly as she rose from the chair.
Seeing his wife being surrounded by her friends and then the group running to play, he said, “I’m sure she’s fine.” Jean had shaken her head.
“I don’t mean right now, Dalton. I mean later when you are home and she’s had time to process what happened.”
Dalton didn’t truly understand but he’d nodded. Coco was quiet as they drove home but assured him she was just a little tired. After her bath, he’d been pulling her nightgown over her head when he noticed she had tears in her eyes.
“Hey, ladybug, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing—”
“Don’t fib,” he said and then remembered Jean’s words. “Do you want to talk about the spanking you got at the party?” She shook her head but the tears began to fall. “Well, I think we need to,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to his room. Sitting in one of the large leather chairs, he cradled her on his lap.
“Sweetie, you’ve been spanked by others before. Every one of your uncles has had you over his knee a time or two.”
Coco squirmed on his lap but nodded.
“So, what is bothering you, and don’t tell me nothing.”
“I guess I was just embarrassed.”
“There’s no reason to be. Nanny Jean has spanked many a naughty girl—”
“But…she’s a woman…and…”
Dalton took his time to really look at her, read her body language and not just listen to her words. He saw the flush on her cheeks and the confusion in her eyes. Suddenly, he understood. “And when she spanked you, your pussy wept as well, right?” Though she instantly buried her face in his neck, he could feel her head nod. “And you were confused as to why that happened?” Another nod. “Ladybug, you are a very special girl. You are also a very sexual creature when it comes to a combination of pain and pleasure. Never be ashamed of who you are or how your body reacts. I assure you there is nothing wrong with your reaction.”
“Promise?” she asked softly.
“Yes, Coco, I promise.” He further understood he’d failed her in that whenever she’d been spanked before…by himself or her uncles, he’d made sure she was rewarded for her submission with at least a bit of pleasure. Though he didn’t always allow her to climax, depending on the severity of the naughtiness, he did make sure she felt safe and loved. He’d not done that today.
“I’m sorry, ladybug. Daddy should have made sure you were all right. I know Nanny Jean held you and gave you comfort, but you needed more from your daddy, didn’t you?”
This time when she nodded, he set her back and lifted her chin. “No, babygirl, I need you to use your words and tell Daddy what you need.”
It had taken a few minutes before she said, “I need you to love me, Daddy.”
He’d given her a kiss and after removing the gown and panties he’d just put her into, he took her to bed. By the time he had her spooned against him, her bottom nestled up against his groin, she’d been loved so well that she’d exploded multiple times. He’d brought her to her first climax with his mouth and fingers, her second while making soft love to her, and the third, most intense shuddering implosion by pounding into her when she was on her hands and knees, her cheek to the mattress, her bottom well up into the air. He’d added a bit of pain by slapping her plump nether cheeks, loving the way they wobbled with each stroke and her mewls and moans until she came with him, leaving them both completely satiated.
Still, he’d wondered if she were completely accepting of the entire scene when she began to complain of feeling ill a couple of days before their next planned party. He never wanted to put her in a situation that made her truly uncomfortable. Before he decided to question her, she’d made a dash for the bathroom. She’d not even complained when he took her temperature, just whining softly as he held her across his lap, holding the thermometer in her sweet little bottom hole. With a reading of 103 degrees, he knew that there was no question she was very ill. She’d spent almost an entire week in bed. Dalton was brought out of his memories when the woman he adored flung herself at him.
“Daddy! Nanny Jean said there is enough time before dinner that we can go swimming!”
“She did?” he asked, looking out the floor to ceiling windows that made up the back wall of the house. “It’s getting a little dark to swim in the ocean.”
“There’s a pool! Nanny Jean said it has a slide and floaties! Please, Daddy, may I go?”
He grinned down at her, the excitement and pleasure on her face obvious. “Hmmm, I don’t know. The last time there was a pool—”
“Daddy!” she squealed, her cheeks turning pink before she giggled. “I promise I’m going to be good.”
He chuckled and nodded. “All right, ladybug. Let’s go get you into your swimsuit.” The group climbed the stairs, each couple moving along the long hallway to find their rooms. Dalton placed one suitcase on top of the king sized bed as Coco looked around the room.
“Wow, this is beautiful!” she said. “There’s a balcony and everything!”
“I’m glad you like it,” Dalton said, unzipping her bag. “Why don’t you go potty while I find your suit? The bathroom is right through there,” he said, nodding toward a door.
When she returned, he had her swimsuit ready and quickly stripped her. “Arms,” he said, and she lifted them so that he could pull the top which was a soft pink decorated with big white polka dots over her head. Picking up the bottoms that were a panty and skirt combo, he saw her shuffling her feet a bit.
“What’s the matter?”
Her mouth opened and her cheeks flushed again, but she shook her head. “Nothing, Daddy.”
He bent to hold the bottoms and then straightened. “How about I remove your plug? I think you’ve worn it long enough today. What do you think?”
“Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she said, throwing her arms around his waist.
Dalton was very proud that she hadn’t asked, that she was willing to wear the anal plug until he decided to remove it. “Bend over the bed and spread your cheeks.” She immediately obeyed, her bottom cheeks held apart by her hands. Tossing the swimsuit bottoms on the bed, he patted the bare bottom presented so prettily.