Please Daddy(24)

“Well, once word gets out that Little Isle is available for rental, I’m betting we won’t have a lick of trouble paying it off. We’re just going to have to make sure we keep enough openings for ourselves. I plan on bringing Trisha down as often as I can.”

Dalton smiled. “Me too. Coco needs this even more than I do. She works way too hard and gets stressed too quickly. She’s been more relaxed these last couple of days than she’s been in months. And that’s with her becoming little the moment she steps through the front door.”

“How’d she handle the diaper?” Joe asked. “I know it isn’t something you two have experienced before.”

“No, but we have discussed it a time or two. Actually, I had Mrs. Dryer pack a couple of diapers. I’d planned on putting Coco into one before the week was over. Today’s episode just sped up the process.” He paused and then continued. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t too sure it was something I’d really like, but I gotta admit, having Coco come to me with that look on her face of such absolute trust, knowing she’d allowed herself to let go and wet her diaper, gave me such a feeling of pride. Changing her was an honor. Having her know that I’d take care of her every need reminds me of how precious the gift of her submission is.”

Joe nodded and smiled. “Yes, you two have come such a long way. I just wish I could say the same for Carlton and Veronica.”

“What is really up with those two? I swear, I’ve wanted to reach out and smack her butt a couple of times but until Carlton gets on board, any punishment is up to him.”

“True, but if it helps, you’re not the only one to feel that way. Jenny missed the movie and got her ass blistered for her attitude last night and then today, well, there is no way I believe Maddie would purposefully sabotage the race.”

“Just like I don’t believe Suzy meant to knock Veronica over yesterday.” The two men were quiet as they bobbed up and down in the water for several minutes. “If you want the truth, I find it hard to believe that Carlton is so blind to Veronica’s antics.”

“Well, I guarantee that rules or not, if she continues the path she is on, she won’t have a single friend among our set and while that is a shame, I won’t force Trisha to interact with her after this week. However, I also won’t let her or any of the other little ones get away with any naughtiness, contrived or not.”

Dalton laughed again. Joe was the leader of their play group and had certain rules that were to be followed by all. One was that discipline was swift for infractions of those rules, one of the basics being politeness from their girls. Most of the spankings that occurred in their playdates were caused by a snarky or sassy attitude, a roll of the eyes, a temper tantrum, a protest of unfairness or lack of proper respect. Though every little bottom on the beach had experienced the swift descent of panties and a hard hand smacking onto bare flesh, each one of the girls knew they were loved and forgiven instantly when the punishment was over…well, everyone except for Veronica.

“I think we might need to talk to Carlton,” Joe said.

“You mean like an intervention?”

“Exactly. That or I won’t be shocked to hear a request for a vote about them being asked to leave. I want to help others find friends who share this lifestyle like we helped you and Coco, but not at the cost of the happiness of any in our group.”

Dalton nodded. “I agree. We need to nip this in the bud as soon as possible so that we won’t have a mutiny on our hands. If you’ve not noticed, our girls are the only ones who haven’t received a spanking as a direct result of some type of interaction with Veronica.”

“Then let’s hurry that intervention up. I want everyone to truly enjoy this vacation. Well, shit.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t see Coco.” Before Joe could say another word, Dalton had begun to swim back towards the sandbar. He was breathing hard by the time he pulled himself up onto the bar. “Where’s Coco?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s looking for another shell,” Trisha said, pointing down into the water. “We want to get enough for every…Ow!”

Dalton was popping Trisha’s behind when Joe joined them, shaking his head. “Trisha, you heard Uncle Dalton instruct you both to stay on the sandbar. Whatever possessed Coco to disobey?”

Trisha couldn’t quite answer as her uncle was still peppering her backside. Only when he’d landed the last two smacks, did she look to her daddy. “I’m sorry…Coco is a really good swimmer and can hold her breath so much longer than I could. When I got tired...oh, um…” Evidently seeing the looks on their faces had her changing her explanation. “I…I guess we weren’t thinking. I’m sorry, Daddy, Uncle Dalton.”

A head popped out of the water followed by a hand holding a large conch shell. “Oh God, Trisha. You were right! It’s a huge one!”

Dalton watched as her free hand came up to swipe the wet hair from her face. When she realized that Trisha didn’t respond, her head swiveled and her eyes widened. “Oh, hi, Daddy.”

“Don’t you hi me, young lady. Get up here right this minute!”

“But, Daddy, we need one…”

“Now!” Dalton roared, not giving a single care that his doing so caused Trisha to give a little jump and Coco to momentarily disappear beneath the surface as she forgot to tread water and began to sink. He reached down, hooked her under her arms and pulled her out of the water. Before she could even blink, he had her swimsuit bottoms at her ankles and her bent double over his knee. Crisp slaps rang out and water droplets flew from her skin as he spanked her.

“You do not disobey me!” he said, slapping her cheeks, one after the other. “I told you to stay and what do you do?” Smack...smack…smack…smack! “You decide to ignore me and swim. I told you the water was deep and—”

“But I can swim and dive and—”

Dalton couldn’t believe she’d interrupt him, protest while getting her ass blistered. Evidently, he wasn’t making the impression he needed. Pulling her up to her feet, he yanked her suit bottoms up and pointed to the beach. “Get going. The very second your feet hit the beach, you will go to our chair and bring me one of your flip-flops.”

“A flip—”

“Go!” Dalton roared again. She dropped the shell and as soon as she could safely do so after walking off the sandbar the way they’d come, she dove into the water and began to swim for shore.

“I’m really sorry…we didn’t—”

“Your Uncle Dalton has the right idea,” Joe said, cutting Trisha off. “You two made the choice to be naughty together, you can get punished together. Go on, I’ll be expecting you to be on the shore, flip-flop in hand, swimsuit at your ankles, ass bare by the time I get there if you know what is good for you. And share that with your partner in crime. Go!”

Trisha was soon in the water as well, leaving the two men alone.

“Will they ever learn we mean business?” Dalton questioned, shaking his head as he watched Coco climb from the water and run towards the lounge chair.

“Only if we never let them think we don’t mean business when we give them an order. If it takes a hot bottom, well, so be it. Ready?”

“Yes, I just hate the fact that not an hour ago I was so enjoying being deep inside the same little ass that I’m about to set on fire with a fucking flip-flop of all things.”

Joe laughed and clapped him on the back. “Welcome to the conundrum of being a daddy to a little. If you’re lucky, they will cause you to want to cuddle them close one minute and blister their butts the next. Regardless of which it is, I promise, Coco knows you love her.”

Dalton couldn’t disagree. He’d give his life for his wife. But, not today. No, today he’d give her a well needed lesson that when she disobeyed and practically gave him a heart attack, her ass belonged to him…in every way.

The two men reached shore, having swum slowly, knowing that having to stand at the water’s edge, flip-flops in hand, suits at their ankles, bare bottoms presented to the world, friends and their uncles wondering what on earth had brought on this scene, would serve as a lesson in and of itself. Dalton stood and strode towards his wife, noticing that her cheeks were as red as the flip-flop in her hand. Well, by the time he was done, she’d have a matching set of cheeks that would be throbbing.

“Step out of your suit and go squat in the water,” he said, taking the flip-flop from her hand.

Though she looked up at him with a puzzled expression, she stepped from her suit and took the few steps to the ocean. She looked embarrassed as she squatted so that her butt came into contact with the water but she dutifully remained, ass submerged as Trisha received the same instruction from her daddy.

“Girls who make conscious choices to be disobedient deserve a spanking they will remember for quite some time, don’t they, girls?”

“Ye…yes, Daddy,” Coco said

“Yes, sir, Uncle Dalton,” Trisha bravely echoed.

“And what can make a spanking hurt even more?” he asked.