“This is awesome. More friends!” Molly added excitedly. “We can play together and have picnics.”
Gabby turned to Becca, “Where do you and your Daddy live?”
“We live in Haymarket. We’re all really close to each other. But, I don’t really like to play much, kinda busy. You guys can play amongst yourselves. Leave me out of it. Not tryin’ to be mean, just don’t care.” Becca grabbed a magazine and pretended to read and stopped talking to the girls.
Molly immediately started planning picnics and games. She seemed like she was going to be a lot of fun. “…and then we can do three legged races, we’ve got enough of us to do that now and we can swim and skip rope and play Red Rover; Red Rover and tag and hide and seek and catch lightning bugs in the dark and put them in jars. Daddy can put holes in the covers and we can sleep with our lightening bugs. Oooo, maybe we can sleep in tents and we can roast marshmallows. Do you like marshmallows? I love marshmallows and chocolate. Oooo, we can make s’mores, everyone loves s’mores and sing songs by the camp fire and tell ghost stories. I know lots of ghost stories, do you know ghost stories?”
“God, do you ever shut the hell up?” Becca threw her hands up in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you always this way? Just one of those fucking hyper people that drives the rest of the world nuts?” Becca looked up, flopping her head back dramatically.
All the girls gasped and immediately Gabby heard the click, click, click of high heels on the floor rushing toward them. Momma G stood next to Becca and said. “I do believe you know little girls are not allowed to swear and I had specifically stated that there would be no unfriendliness. And I stated that no one was to be mean or bullying to others. And you, missy broke all three of those rules. Four, including the swearing. You’ll now stand up and drop you pants and panties so your bottom can be swatted with Paddy.”
Becca just stared back, crossing her arms over her chest and blowing a bubble with her bubble gum.
Momma G grabbed Becca by the ear, the ear bud popping out.
“I believe you and I have talked about this iPhone twice already and these ear buds weren’t supposed to be in your ear.”
Momma G took the ear buds and her iPhone and put them in her pocket. “Your Daddy and I’ll be discussing your defiance.” She once again grabbed Becca’s ear and pulled her off the chair, water sloshing as her feet were yanked out of the basin. Momma G swatted her jeans-clad bottom five times quickly, each blow ringing out like a gun shot. By the fifth swat, Becca moaned behind her closed mouth.
“That was for not getting up when I asked you to get up. Now, pull your jeans and panties down to your knees and put your hands on the seat of the pedicure chair. Do. Not. Make me swat your bottom again. And remember, young lady, you asked for this with your insolence.”
Everyone in the room was silent. The only sound Gabby heard was the gurgling of water in the foot soaking basins. Glued to the scene before them, the girls seemed to hold their collective breath.
Becca didn’t seem so arrogant all of a sudden—she actually seemed contrite and embarrassed. She pushed her jeans over her hips and down to her knees. When she hesitated, Momma G just pointed toward the floor and said, “Down!” Becca pushed her panties to meet her jeans and bent over to hold the seat of the chair she had recently vacated.
Momma G walked up to her and pushed her sweatshirt up to the middle of her back, making her backside totally exposed. Her hips were narrow, and her small bottom sported angry red handprints left by Momma G. Her little pussy was peeking out in her vulnerable position, and goose bumps had risen on her bottom in anticipation of her paddling.
“Now, tell all the little girls here watching your punishment why Momma G is going to use Paddy on your bottom.”
“Oh, please. Do I have to?”
Swat!
“Does that answer your question, Rebecca?” Momma G paused for a second and then continued, “Tell the girls why you’re getting paddled.”
“I was mean and bullied Molly and I swore at her. I was also wearing my ear buds and iPhone against the rules.”
“Yes, you were. You’ll receive five swats and then your daddy can finish your punishment this evening.”
Crack!
Momma G swatted Becca’s backside quickly with Paddy and by the last swat, Becca stood up, grasping her bottom with both hands. Becca had obviously lost any worry about her dignity in that mani/pedi room, and apparently didn’t have a concern that everyone would see her bare pussy. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes had tears in them that welled up until they fell silently down her cheeks.
“All right, young lady, turn around and pull up your panties and pants. I think we’ve come to an understanding.”
Becca turned and when she bent over to get her panties to pull them up, everyone was able to see her bottom was very red, and looked very sore. The outer edges of her cheeks had the outlines of Paddy, and everyone stared quietly. Gabby vowed she’d never let Paddy strike her bottom; she had a renewed respect for Momma G. It wasn’t a long spanking, but it was fierce and intense. For only five swats, Becca seemed pretty subdued.
After Becca finished buttoning her jeans, Momma G pulled her into her arms and she murmured into her ear while rubbing her back. When Momma pulled away, she lightly patted Becca’s bottom and said, “All right my girl, sit down and we’ll make your nails pretty today for Daddy. I’m sure you’ll have a good time now. Daddy will decide what to do with your iPhone, until then it stays in my pocket. I’m assuming you’re okay with that?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Becca gingerly sat on the seat and kept her eyes down; her cheeks were colored with embarrassment. Unable to meet the gazes of her new friends, Becca covered her eyes with her hands and quietly let a sob escape.
Molly turned her way and said, “I’m sorry you got mad at my talking and got a spankin’, Becca. I won’t talk anymore ‘cause I don’t want you to get another spankin’.”
Becca glanced up and with her lip trembling; she said “It’s not your fault, Molly. It’s mine. I should have been nice to you. You’re a nice girl, and when we get together for picnics at your house, I’m sure we’ll be good friends. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”
“Yes, Becca, I forgive you. I get in trouble all the time. Ask Meggie, we’re always in trouble getting spankings. But I’m a little afraid of Momma G—that looked like it hurted a lot. Are you okay?”
“It did hurt—a lot. But my daddy is going to be so mad at me. And now I won’t have my iPhone either. I’m gonna be grounded for sure.”
Lilly looked flabbergasted. “That’s it? He’s only going to ground you? My daddy would blister my bottom for sure if I caused a ruckus here like you just did, and said the words you said.”
“Oh, I’m getting spanked, don’t you doubt that for a minute. I won’t be sitting well at the dinner tonight, and I won’t have my phone either.” She rolled her eyes and her lip started to quiver. “Will you still be my friends, or did I ruin that too?”
Meggie jumped up, walking slowly with her wet feet on the tile. “Becca, we’ll still be friends. Wait and see, Molly and I are always in trouble. We’d never, ever stop talking to someone because they were in trouble. ‘Cause if we did that, we wouldn’t have any friends either. I hate that you’re getting two spankings today, but let’s forget about this and we can plan all the games we’re going to play when we get together, and let’s just enjoy getting our nails done. Let me see what colors you picked out, Becca. I have orange for my toes and red for my nails. Molly likes purple, so she has purple for both her fingernails and toenails. She’ll have to tell you about her story with the purple crayons. Now that was a bad day, huh Molly?”
“I’ll say. I don’t wanna talk about that. See my purple nails? I love purple! Do you like purple?”
Chapter Five
When Jace entered the Daddy Seminar, the room was divided into round tables with five seats at each table. Every man was greeted at the door by Captain Garrett, who l
ived the lifestyle and was conducting the daddy class that day. He informed each of them that they were assigned to tables based upon their location, and that the other daddies at their table would be future friends and neighbors.
Jace joined the men at his table and introduced himself, “My name is Jace and my little girl is Gabby.” He sat in a chair and looked at the five men at the table. “We live in Bealeton, Virginia, just outside of Warrenton. Any of you men live near us?”
The blonde guy spoke up, “Hey, we live in Warrenton. We’re real close!” Tim leaned over, stretching out his hand to shake Jace’s. “My little girl’s name is Lilly.”
Jace asked Tim, “What do you two do for a living?”
“Well I’m a physician’s assistant in a local doctor’s office in Warrenton and Lilly is a paralegal in Stafford.”
“Hey that’s close to where we live, which is Culpepper.” Michael leaned over and stretching out his hand to shake Jace’s. Jace noticed that he and Michael we about the same size, which was unusual. You didn’t often run into men over six foot four. Michael continued, “My little girl’s name is Meggie. Brad and I work together as IT engineers and both of our little girls are secretaries in the company we work for.” Michael elbowed Brad in the ribs, “Introduce yourself to the man Brad.”
Brad jerked away from Michaels elbow and pushed his curly hair off his forehead, “Hey, cut it out!” He leaned over and shook Jace’s hand. “As Michael said, we work together and our wives work together. Many days they’re in so much trouble, we wish they worked in different companies.” He chuckled, “But it does make watching them easier. They’re rarely out of our sight.” He looked at Michael and they shook their heads laughing. “We live in Culpepper not far from Michael and Megan.
Jace turned to the only guy left, who appeared to be in his early thirties with a receding hairline, “Hey, the name is Jace. How’s it going?”
“Good. The name is Bob.” Bob shook Jace’s hand. “My little girl, well my teenager is Becca. We live in Haymarket. Not far from you guys at all.”
Jace raised his eyebrows. “I’ve never met someone who had a wife who role played a teen. How’s that?”
Bob laughed and said, “Well, it can be confusing some days. I never thought I’d be struggling with rebellion daily. It definitely has its high points. You never said what you and your little girl do for a living, Jace.”
Jace cleared his throat, “Well, Gabby owns the family’s advertising business and I’m a Graphic Arts Designer under her supervision.”
The men all whistled and exhaled, shaking their heads. Brad was the first to speak, “How the hell do you do that, man? That has to be difficult. Enlighten us.”
Jace laughed and said, “Well most days it isn’t difficult. She’s in charge at work and we work toward a common goal for the company. But she has clear limits on her behavior, manners, language, health and well-being. If she breaks any rules we have for Gabby Girl, she can expect a strict, bare-bottom paddling when she gets home from work. I don’t tolerate disobedience and she has learned that over my knee many a night.”
Bob just stared and then shook his head, “Man, I think I need to take some lessons from you. I tend to not be as strict as I should be with Becca and I know it. You sound like that isn’t a problem for you.”
Jace stared back, just as confused by the concept of Bob and Becca as Bob was about their dynamic. “Yeah, I’m not lax. I don’t make rules, unless I expect them to be followed without complaint or deviance. If I’m not sure I’ll reinforce it one hundred percent, then I don’t institute it. Consistency is the key, dude. If you want her to be secure and know you’re the top, then you’ve got to be consistent and firm.”
Bob nodded and when he turned to look at the other men, they were all nodding.
Jace continued, “For example, if there’s a meeting in the conference room and Gabby gets upset with a staff member, she’s not allowed to swear, call the staff member names, mock or belittle people in the room. If any of these behaviors happen, there’s a comeuppance when she gets home. I, however, usually whisper in her ear at some point in the day, warning her of her upcoming paddling and what implement will be used on her bottom. Or, I may tell her what corner in the house she’s to be standing in when I get home. Of course, I then tell her if I expect her to be naked from the waist down or naked except for her panties. The anticipation all day sets the tone for her punishment when we get home.”
Michael nodded saying “I had to do that with Meggie once when she pulled a prank and filled every inch of my office with yellow post-it notes.” He shook his head laughing. “I can laugh now, but it was not funny that day. She got paddled in the office and again at home. Have you ever paddled her at the office?”
Jace shook his head, looking at the table choosing his words carefully before he spoke, “No, I’d never punish her at work. Gabby doesn’t have a position where that’s a chance I’m willing to take with her. Her position of authority can’t be compromised, even by me. I honor her position and would never do anything to jeopardize her responsibility to the company. I promised her that and she trusts that I’d never break that promise.”
Captain Garrett interrupted and asked the men to share with each other the area that was most challenging and difficult for them, and invited them to share any suggestions they may have to help each other out.
Jace, turned facing the men at his table and said, “Well the biggest issue Gabby and I have is switching gears. The transition from her being boss to being Daddy Jace’s Gabby Girl can be difficult some days.” He shook his head looking at the table. “Some days the transition isn’t bad. But other days, she has to come home to a punishment for an infraction at work and she fights the transition.”
Captain Garrett walked over to the table and listened in on the conversation, pointing out “It’s very common for CEOs and people in higher levels of position to desire giving up control. Have you seen that with Gabby, Jace?”
Jace nodded, saying “Absolutely. Some days she can’t wait to come home and just be a little girl. It isn’t possible to do this daily, so weekends are our ideal time. And she looks forward to those times.
Captain Garrett, grabbed a chair and sat at their table comfortably. “They want to shed the responsibility and stress associated with being in charge and many can’t find a way to communicate that easily, so coming home and being able to take on the persona of a little and be Gabby is the best thing you can do as a Daddy or Dom. I’m sure the transition isn’t easy for you or her, but consistency is the key here. Do you find that consistency helps?”
Jace laughed. “We were just talking about that before you came over here. We were telling Bob that is what the littles in our lives look forward to. If you were to ask them they’d deny it I’m sure. But when Gabby knows that she isn’t allowed to swear at home or at work or she gets her mouth soaped and her bottom paddled, there is a comfort in that. She knows that I’m watching her at all times. They like being cared for.”
Captain Garrett stood up and as he was walking around the room, he looked at the men present and re-stressed, “When she knows that you’re in charge of her behavior and habits, that she belongs to her daddy and he’s always her number one fan and he always takes care of her without fail, she’ll submit beautifully. It doesn’t matter what position or status your partner or wife holds in her daily life or career, what she really wants is to be taken care of. Littles enjoy being loved unconditionally. So, if you’re in a situation where your wife is your supervisor, you can still be her daddy 24/7. Never let her behavior slide, she needs the security of knowing that her daddy loves her in all settings.
“Thank you for sharing with us, Jace. Gentlemen, feel free to continue with your discussions.”
Daddy Bob addressed their little group and said, “My biggest challenge with Becca is knowing how to deal with a teenager. I know none of us know how to deal with women some days and it can be challenging to know how to enforce boundaries and
unconditional love on a little, but I have trouble dealing with a defiant teenager. Becca had a difficult childhood and she wants to work out her troubled teens in a safe relationship and with a daddy who loves her completely. I’m concerned with how to manage the defiance.”
“In this situation,” Captain Garrett offered, “as with all littles regardless of the age they’re regressing to, they want to feel accepted. Becca must have felt unaccepted as a teen. Is she feeling a need to relive the defiance she exhibited in her teens?
Bob agreed, “Definitely. She had real assholes as parents. Her father in particular. He loved her as a little girl but told her when she hit her teens that she was unlovable and that no one would ever love her because she was too high maintenance. She isn’t high maintenance at all.
The captain came over and stood near Bob. “She wants to make peace with these bad situations with a daddy, namely you, who’ll love her and impose the rules she needed at that age. Does that make sense?
“I guess,” Bob responded, “I just don’t know how to put it into action. I’m not sure when to be firm and when to just love her.”
The captain put his hand on Bob’s shoulder. “I could see where this would be difficult. This isn’t an easy situation. When she pushes you or challenges, smile and hold her, telling her you know this game and play with her, most littles love to wrestle. Tell her she’s beautiful and make her believe you. Hold her on your lap and don’t let go until she has fallen asleep, or is smiling and wanting to play. She needs to feel—to her core—that you love her even when she acts unlovable. However, she also needs to know that you won’t tolerate defiance and disobedience. But at the end of a misunderstanding or discipline session, she needs to feel completely loved and cherished by her daddy.”
Daddy Brad and Daddy Michael both said that their biggest challenge was the women being together and getting into trouble constantly, but they were pretty confident that they were dealing with the issue appropriately and their main goal for this trip was to acquire Daddy/little girl friends.
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