The two women looked at each other and then Trisha said, “A flip-flop?”
Dalton had to fight not to smile at her answer stated as a question. When Joe smacked the flip-flop against his palm and both girls squealed and started to stand, Dalton shook his head.
“Butts back in the water.” Once they were squatting again, he continued. “Yes, I promise you that a flip-flop is quite capable of delivering a sting. But, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Coco? Care to tell us what that answer is?”
Sad eyes met his, and yet he knew she understood his reasoning for soaking her ass. “Wet bottoms, sir. Spankings on a wet bottom hurt…a lot!”
“Yes, they do. And hopefully, spankings given on a wet bottom will form a lasting memory of why when you are told to stay, you should stay. All right, come out.” He had to smile as the two rose, linked hands and walked towards their doom as a united pair. God, he adored these women. Yes, he’d blister them any time they earned it, but he’d love them until his dying breath. They only separated once their reached their daddies and the men knelt on one knee, draping their naughty girls over their bent knees. Dalton didn’t allow many droplets to slide from his wife’s wet butt before he brought the flip-flop down. She immediately arched and yelped, her hands clawing at the sand and her toes kicking behind her. Dalton continued the spanking, his flip-flop strokes alternating with Joe’s so that there was an unending stream of crisp smacks that filled the area, accompanied by the moans, pleas, promises of better behavior and finally full out sobs of two young women who were learning the price of naughtiness.
Once Coco’s rear cheeks were blazing red, Dalton tipped her further forward and applied the next round to her tender sit-spots. She bucked and screeched from the very first swat.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she cried, her words given between strokes of the little rubber shoe. “Ow, please…I’m sorry!”
“Are you ever going to do something like that again?”
“No! Never…ow! Ow! I promise! Please, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Then accept your punishment and let it teach you that I love you too much to let you put yourself in danger, Coco. Stop kicking and squirming.”
It took another few swats before she collapsed over his knee, accepting his discipline. Dalton gave her another two strokes to each sit spot, a few down the backs of her thighs and then considered his naughty little one very well punished. Lifting her off his knee, he knelt in the sand and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her face in his neck. A couple of feet away, Trisha was doing the exact same thing with her daddy.
“Shh, it’s over now,” Dalton said softly. “You got a good spanking and are forgiven.”
He felt her nod against his skin and bent to kiss the top of her head. He didn’t rush her, allowing her to calm on her own until she was only hiccupping, her small body jerking with every one. Guiding her away a bit, he smiled down at her.
“Take a deep breath and hold it, ladybug.” He guided her through several deep breaths until she gave him a small smile.
“I’m okay, Daddy…well, I’m not hiccupping anymore.”
He chuckled knowing it would be a while before she could sit comfortably, but was pleased to see her smile. He bent and kissed her mouth, loving the fact she kissed him back with passion. “I love you, Coco.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Dalton and Joe decided that having to keep their very red bottoms exposed would deepen the lesson and serve as a good reminder to the other women that daddies wouldn’t hesitate to take naughty girls in hand. Though it was easy to see the two red-bottomed girls disagreed, they were smart enough not to voice their disapproval. Instead, they obediently carried their bathing suit bottoms back to the lounge chairs along with the flip-flops that had been used to quite effectively roast their rears. Dalton was very proud of them when they returned, apologized to each of the men again and then didn’t protest when the four went to join a new game of volleyball. Dalton admired Coco’s little body as she jumped and her bright red bottom bounced. He also had to admit he was so very proud when he heard her laughing and having fun despite the fact that everyone had witnessed her punishment. She’d come such a long way from that shy woman who had first balked at being seen naked or having to accept a spanking from another. He was the luckiest man on the planet. Looking up to return a high flying serve, he saw Veronica across the net from him. Unlike all the other women, she looked…sad. He gave Carlton a good look as well and had an epiphany. Veronica reminded him of his Coco when she first began this journey and he’d been too hesitant to push her too far too quickly. Carlton’s wife didn’t need for him to coddle her…she needed her daddy to push her limits, to spank her when she was naughty and to do so in front of her new friends. That was the only way the young woman would feel as if she truly belonged to this group…if she truly wanted friends on more than a forced, polite level. Yes, an intervention was needed or else neither one of the pair were ever going to be happy in this dynamic.
Chapter Thirteen
When the game was over, after they congratulated the winning team, Joe clapped his hands to gain their attention.
“How about a sand castle building contest? We’ve got a couple more stuffed animals to give away.”
The girls jumped up and down, Jenny and Suzy being the most vocal about the announcement as they were the only two yet to receive a prize.
“We’ll split into two teams and whoever makes the biggest, best looking castle will win. Dalton, you and Coco are on my team. Carlton, you and Veronica as well.”
Coco and Trisha exchanged glances but didn’t protest. “Sounds great,” Dalton said. “You girls find a good piece of real estate and we’ll go get some buckets and shovels.”
All the men left the girls to find the perfect spot while they went back to the house to gather supplies. Trisha took Coco’s hand and they walked away from the other group after receiving looks of sympathy from their friends. Neither girl looked at Veronica.
“How about here?” Coco suggested, standing on a spot of well packed sand. “We’ll be close to the water—”
“No,” Veronica said. “This is a stupid spot. The water will wash our castle…oh, I get it. You’ve got a hot ass…hot Cocoa.” She grinned while Coco’s mouth dropped open and her face burned.
“God, are you always so mean?” Trisha asked. “By all means, let’s let Princess Icky choose the spot. Otherwise, I’m sure she’ll tell some huge fat lie to get us in trouble.”
“Trisha!” Coco said, but knew that her warning was way too late by the look on Veronica’s face.
“Take that back or I’m going to tell my Daddy!”
Trisha laughed. “Go ahead. I don’t care. You’ve been nothing but hateful and mean. Not a single one of us has been mean to you, and yet you’re doing your best to get us all in trouble. So, Princess Icky, go ahead. Do your best. My butt already hurts and I really don’t care anymore!”
Coco saw the men coming back and though her buttocks clenched, she knew that if push came to shove, she’d stand by her best friend. Veronica turned and ran towards the men.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it,” Trisha said quietly.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re only telling the truth. I just hope Daddy doesn’t decide that he needs to use his belt.”
“I’ll tell him you didn’t do anything wrong and don’t deserve another spanking,” Trisha promised.
Coco knew she would but shook her head. “No, I might not have said it, but I thought it.”
“So, girls, where are we going to start building?” Dalton asked.
“Uncle Dalton, what about right by the water? Coco said that way we won’t have to walk far to get it.”
Coco looked over to Veronica, shocked that the girl suggested the same location as she had. Coco didn’t really care where they built, she’d just planned on being able to dunk her hot butt in the water at least a few times.
“No, I think that would be too much of a temptation to take a dip instead of working. Find a nice sandy spot. We’ll bring you all the water you need…for the castle.” Coco knew by his amused look that her daddy had been able to guess her intention at choosing the spot close to the soothing water.
The three girls settled a few feet up the beach, taking the shovels handed them and beginning to dig, putting the sand into molds. Their daddies went down to the water to fill buckets with water to use to pack the sand in the molds. Trisha added another scoop to her mold. “So, go ahead, Veronica. Tattle.”
Veronica didn’t speak but shook her head. Coco looked at her closely and saw that her eyes were sparkling and not with happiness. She didn’t know what to make of it and didn’t have a chance to think up something by the time the men came back. When her daddy sat cross legged on the sand and pulled her onto his lap, she sank against him.
“Are you all right, ladybug?” he asked, his lips brushing against the top of her head.