“Yes, I’m good…now.” She giggled and with a pretty flush on her face asked, “Have you ever been spanked while running in place?” Coco shook her head but had to admit it was not only an apropos punishment but a very creative one as well. “Well, let me just say I won’t be running around the pool for a long time,” Suzy said, giving Coco a smile. Before Coco could return it, the smile slipped from Suzy’s face. “Oh my God, can you believe that!”
Coco turned to see what her friend was looking at and just stared. Veronica was descending the stairs as if she were royalty…right down to the actual tiara she was wearing on her head.
“Who does she think she is?” Suzy hissed.
“Well, her daddy does call her princess. But still…” Jenny said, shaking her head.
“What are you girls whispering about?” Dalton asked.
“Nothing, Daddy,” Coco said, “We’re just hungry.”
“I’m sure you are. Swimming is known to bring on the hungries. Shall we?”
The men led the girls to their seats, each one pulling chairs out from the table and helping the girls to sit. Coco was very glad to be seated between her daddy and Trisha but wasn’t thrilled to discover Veronica was sitting directly across from her. Picking up her napkin, she carefully spread it on her lap and heard Trisha whispering.
“So what’s up with Princess Icky?”
Coco had to bite back a giggle at the nickname, thinking it was actually quite appropriate. “Who knows but, seriously, a tiara?”
“I’m beginning to understand why there was so much beheading among the ruling class back in the day.”
With a quiet giggle, Coco gave Trisha’s hand a squeeze. They were introduced to an older woman who entered with a large platter. Her name was Mrs. Portsmith, and she was round as she was tall, a cap of gray curls covered her head but she won every girl over when she smiled, put her hands on her very ample hips and informed all her “little beauties” that they were to call her Mrs. Potts. She brought in bowls and platters until the table practically groaned beneath their weight. With a final little bow, she said, “Be my guests.” Girls giggled and daddies smiled as they began to pass the food, filling their little’s plate before their own.
When her daddy only placed half a spoonful of green peas on her plate, Coco thanked him. He grinned and said, “You will eat every one, correct? I hear there are chocolate chip cookies for dessert.” He cut her pork chop into small bites and made sure her glass was full of the lemonade she requested.
Coco had listened to Veronica’s complaints that the pork chop was too tough, the mashed potatoes too lumpy and the lemonade too sour.
“Good grief, are the peas too green?” Trisha whispered, shaking her head. Coco thought Veronica was nuts. The meal was delicious, and she ate every bite while Princess Icky was allowed to leave more than half her meal on her plate. As they left the table, Mrs. Potts entered the room to begin clearing the table. Coco and Trisha slipped away from their daddies and went to introduce themselves and thank Mrs. Potts for the meal.
“Why you are welcome. I thought perhaps I’d made it a bit too adult for you little ones.” Coco saw that she was looking at Veronica’s plate.
“Oh, no, ma’am. Veronica didn’t go swimming so I’m sure she just wasn’t as hungry as we were.”
“I know I’m stuffed,” Trisha said.
The portly woman gave them each a hug. “I hope you saved room for dessert. I’ve got extra large cookies with your names on them.” She returned to the kitchen and Trisha looked at Coco and rolled her eyes.
“Why did you defend Princess Icky? You heard her do nothing but complain.”
“I didn’t want to hurt Mrs. Potts’ feelings. She’s nice.”
The girls went to join the others who were about to leave the dining room. “What are we going to do now?” Coco asked.
“Another surprise,” Dalton said, taking her hand.
The surprise turned out to be an in-home theater room. Several loveseats sat on raised platforms in front of a wall of red curtains. Uncle Frank spoke, “We have a large selection of Disney movies. Why don’t you girls choose one?”
The young women flocked towards the cabinet at the rear of the room.
“Oh, let’s watch Finding Nemo,” Maddie suggested. “We’re at the ocean after all.”
“Or Beauty and the Beast,” Coco offered. “You know, Mrs. Potts?” They were debating between the two when Veronica reached to pluck a video off the shelf.
“Hey!” Maddie said.
“We’re watching this one,” Veronica said, holding up The Princess and the Frog.
“We didn’t vote yet!” Jenny said.
“Consider me the tie breaker,” Veronica retorted.
“That’s not fair, Suzy’s in the bathroom,” Trisha said.
“Too bad for her,” Veronica said.
“Look, just because you are wearing a tiara, that doesn’t make you a princess, Veronica,” Jenny snarled.
“What’s going on here?” Frank said, coming towards them.
“I asked if we could watch this one, and Jenny was mean to me. She said my tiara was ugly!”
“What?” Jenny exclaimed, her mouth dropping open.
“Jennifer, you know better than that. Little girls who can’t be nice do not get to share in a treat.” Frank turned to Veronica. “I’ll put this in, sweetheart. Why don’t you go help Mrs. Portsmith pass out the cookies while Jenny and I have a little chat with Uncle Roger?”
“Thank you, Uncle Frank,” Veronica said, all smiles as she handed the video to him.
The girls watched as Veronica twirled and ran off to do as he suggested while he left with Jenny in tow, heading towards the loveseat where Roger was seated.
“That is so not right,” Trisha said, shaking her head.
“You’re a lawyer when you’re ‘big’ right?” Maddie said, looking at Coco.
Coco nodded. “Yes, why?”
“I’m wondering what the extradition policy is for wherever we are.”
“Whatever for?” Trisha asked.
“Because if Veronica continues to act like a brat, I’m not sure I won’t kill her.” Pausing, to look at the woman who was causing so much disharmony in their group, she added, “If she tries to get me in trouble, I’m going to make sure it was worth it!”
The girls all nodded as Suzy joined them. “What’s up?”
“Just more Princess Icky drama,” Trisha said. Coco knew it was wrong to think of another that way and yet couldn’t deny that Veronica was quickly wearing on every one’s last nerve. At least the nerves of the littles. As far as she could tell, the woman acted totally different when she was within ear shot of any of the daddies. They watched as a tearful Jenny was led from the room, not only denied the movie and dessert, but most likely going to receive a hot bottom before being put to bed early.
Despite the brief altercation, Coco had to admit she enjoyed the movie. She sat nestled on her daddy’s lap, nibbling on the cookie that Mrs. Potts had offered, seeing Veronica’s eyes narrow when she realized it was one of the larger ones on the tray. Coco knew it was immature but couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at the girl’s back once she’d moved away…but she did make sure she gave the childish gesture as she took a bite of the delicious cookie. By the time the film was over, she was yawning.
“Time for bed,” Dalton said, setting her on her feet. They said their goodnights and returned to their room.
Coco brushed her teeth and used the toilet after her daddy changed her into her nightgown. Returning to the bedroom, she moved to the window. “Oh wow, it’s so beautiful,” she said when her daddy turned off the light. Stars were brilliant against a midnight sky, the moon’s reflection visible on the ocean’s surface.
“It is,” Dalton said, and she blushed realizing that he wasn’t looking out the windows but at her. “Let’s go say goodnight to the moon, shall we?”
He led her out on the balcony. A breeze was blowing gently, lifting the hem of her short nightie. When she pressed her hands against the fabric, he stepped behind her. “Let me help.” Her nipples puckered as instead of holding it down, he lifted it up and over her head. When he lowered her panties and instructed her to step out, her pussy pulsed. It felt both delicious and naughty to be standing completely nude outside.
“Daddy, what if someone can see?”
“Then they’ll see the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said, running his fingertip down her cheek. “Grab the rail and spread your legs, sweetie.”
Obeying, she soon gasped as his hands moved to cup her breasts. Strong fingers massaged her flesh, her body on fire as he took her nipples between his fingers and began to roll, pluck, and tug them until she was sure she would explode from the intense pleasure blending with a delicious spark of pain.
“Please…” she moaned, attempting to press her breasts into his hands and her bottom against his groin at the same time, wanting so much more.
“So nicely asked,” he said, kissing her again before his finger began to stroke along the crease of her bottom. She automatically clenched her buttocks.