The Little Princess Cruise

by Megan Michaels

  He held her foot up so she could take a really long look at her toes. She nodded at him and he saw her light up with that beautiful smile. He loved that smile so much. He would do just about anything to make her smile like that. And if pretty blue toes made her smile like that, then pedicures were what she’d get weekly from now on.

  He continued. “You’re my Becca. No matter how naughty, rebellious or defiant you become, I’m not leaving. We’re going to keep working through this until you realize that I’m not your father. You are mine. I don’t understand how a parent can decide to not love you because you misbehave. But I’ll not stop loving you because you misbehave. And I know that makes you happy, it fills an area of concern for you. But remember that feeling in about a half hour when you’re trying to take a nap on your tummy because your bottom is so sore. I’ve got other methods to make you behave and they’ll prove to you how much I love you. I know you can behave, and I’ll not accept anything less. “

  She averted her eyes and looked at the ceiling. He gave her time to process that and held her for a while just rubbing her back and bottom until he felt her relax in his arms and the fight and fear seemed to slip from her body.

  * * *

  Becca was feeling very content and loved in his arms and was moments away from falling asleep when she felt his hand pat her bottom. “C’mon, girl, up. Go get my belt so we can get this out of the way and continue our day.”

  She got up and started to lose her balance, but he caught her arm. “Be careful. Your pants and panties are still at your ankles.” When she got her balance again, she shuffled over to the dresser to get his woven leather belt.

  “Uh-uh, not that one. Get my dress belt in the suitcase, please.”

  “But, Daddy, I hate that one. It really hurts.”

  “I know. Please get my dress belt.”

  She stared at him for long seconds, trying to decide if she wanted to fight this. But she didn’t have any fight left in her. He loved her, and she knew he would never tolerate her being disrespectful to Momma G. She deserved this.

  Opening the suitcase, Becca found his black belt in the back pocket. As she pulled it out of the pocket, she could hear the buckle jingle. That sound made her bottom clench and she took the time to fold it over like Daddy did. The more obedient she was through her punishment, the quicker it would be over. She shuffled her way back to Daddy and he took the belt, putting it on the chair he had been sitting on.

  “You have too many clothes on. Let’s get this sweatshirt and shirt off of you.” He pulled them both over her head, leaving her standing in just her bra, her pants and panties still at her ankles.

  “I want your knees on the seat, facing the back of the chair. Keep your knees near the edge, but put your arms on the back of the chair, so your bottom sticks out. I know this belt stings and hurts, so we won’t do many. It won’t take many to get you dancing in this chair on your knees.” She instinctually reached back and cupped her bottom, as tears coursed down her cheeks. “I’m not going to give you a number though. I’m going to go by your response and how your bottom looks. C’mon get into position, please.”

  She put her knees at the edge of the seat, and leaned forward on the Queen Anne chair so her arms were over the back. She felt air on her bottom hole as she bent forward, knowing her dark hole was exposed in this position.

  * * *

  Bob eyed his girl’s bare bottom as he thought about how best to teach her to behave. “Now, tell me why you’re getting the belt today, Becca. What did you do, or not do, that requires correction?”

  “I wore my ear buds and listened to my iPhone even though you told me and Momma G told me not to. I swore at you and at my new friend, Molly. I also called her names and made her feel bad. But we made up Daddy, and we’re good friends now.”

  “I’m glad you said you were sorry and that you two are friends again. But if Molly hadn’t been so nice, you would have lost a friend today because of your mouth, disobedience and defiance, right?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are, baby. You’ll be punished for it, and then it’ll be over. Hopefully the sore bottom you’ll have for the next couple days will remind you how to speak to people in authority and how to speak your new friends. As for the iPhone, that was complete disobedience and you just being plain difficult. You were told to not play your iPhone by both of us. So, for the next two days, you won’t have your iPhone to listen to at all. And when you get it back, you’ll have to ask permission to listen to it until I’m sure you understand how rude it can be.”

  Bob doubled the belt and after he patted her bottom with it twice getting his distance figured out, he started swinging. He didn’t go slowly, but he wasn’t hitting her hard. There was no need to, her bottom was already red and he knew that the fast-paced swats would bring her to the headspace he needed her to be in. He had read once that there were five stages women went through during discipline: denial, anger, bargaining/pleading, self-pity, and finally, acceptance. It was stated that the faster the swats were delivered, the quicker a woman would work through the stages. If you really wanted her to think, you would go slowly and let her feel every single stage. If you wanted quick obedience, acceptance, and a spanking that was memorable, swats were to be given quickly. This was the method he chose today.

  Initially, she was quiet and not moving, but because the strokes were so fast, by stroke five she was moaning and waggling her hips back and forth.

  “Mmmm, ahhh, Daddy!” Her fingers were flexing open and closed to prevent herself from reaching behind to protect her bottom.

  “Keep your hands up front, Becca. If someone tells you to do something, are you going to do it?”

  “Yes, Daddy! Ow, ow!”

  “If someone tells you that your phone is to be put away. What’re you going to do?”

  She was dancing on her knees just as he had said she would be, “Ow! Oh! I will put my phone away or give it—Ow!—to Daddy!”

  Daddy Bob nodded in agreement, “Good girl. Will you swear at new or current friends?”

  She was moving her arms of the back of the chair, reaching to protect her backside. “No, Becca! Hands up front. Keep them there! Will you swear?”

  She was wagging her hips and crying pretty steady. He would be finishing up with a few well-placed lashes. “Last few, Becca. Keep your hands up front and keep position.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She dropped her forehead onto the back of the chair, quietly crying. Daddy Bob rubbed her bottom, patting her hip before he started swinging again.

  By the time he finished, she was cupping her bottom gingerly, quietly sobbing. He pulled her pants and panties off her legs and put his belt on the dresser letting her quiet herself in the chair watching her closely to be sure she wasn’t feeling dejected.

  “Baby, tell me what you’ve learned.”

  “I-If someone tells me to not listen to m-my iPhone, I will obey. If you or s-someone in charge t-tells me to do or n-not do something, I’ll l-listen. I’m s-sorry, D-daddy.”

  “Becca, get up.” He helped her rise from the chair, sniffling and still cupping her bottom with one hand. “It hurts doesn’t it, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

  “I hope so. Next time Daddy may use a cane or a switch. I don’t think you would want that.” She looked up and her face had shock and awe written all over it. Her eyes became larger and her mouth literally dropped open.

  She then said, “You’d switch me? Really?”

  “Absolutely. We’ve got to get this sassiness and rebelliousness out of you, kiddo. It’s time my teenager knows that her daddy has a strong hand when he sets his mind to it.”

  They stood silently staring at each other, sized up whether the message was clear and Becca looked like she couldn’t believe the turn of events.

  “I want you to drape yourself over the arm of the chair with that beautiful red and pink stripped ass up in the air. I’ve been wanting to f
uck that ass since we started. And since you were a naughty girl who didn’t have enough sense to follow rules or respect your elders, you aren’t going to cum today. If this is a problem for you, you need to safe word now.”

  Her lip came up and her tears started anew. “But Daddy, I’m horny too, when do I get to cum? Can I cum later?”

  “We’ll see how you behave at dinner. If you can behave at dinner tonight, Daddy will make sure you get an earth shattering orgasm. But right now, this is for me.” Daddy Bob lifted her chin and said again, “Are you safe wording?”

  “No. Daddy, I’m not safe wording.”

  He nodded and pointed at the chair, “Up over the arm of the chair, baby.”

  She arranged herself over the arm of the chair, surprisingly obedient and quiet. Bob then said to her, “I want you to reach behind you, pulling your cheeks apart so Daddy can see that pretty pink rosebud.” Her face flushed and colored to her collar bones. But she did as he asked and pulled her bottom cheeks apart and his cock leapt just at the sight of her pretty puckered hole.

  “God, this ass is amazing, Becca. I’ve been wanting to take it since you were standing with your pants down. There is absolutely nothing hotter than a red, freshly spanked bottom. And to see your dark hole winking at me, yawning with your arousal and begging to be fucked has me rock hard.”

  He walked up to her and kissed her little hole rimming it with his tongue. “Mmmmm, I can feel the warmth of your spanked bottom on my face, sweetie. Bet that little bum hurts but Daddy loves nothing more than your spanked bare bottom.” Daddy Bob worked his fingers into her channel with lube loosening the muscle there. Becca’s breathing increased and she started to tighten and clench.

  “Uh-uh, Becca, no clenching. Keep that ass open and push back on my fingers, let the muscle relax, sweetie.”

  The muscles softened and he added another finger, working her channel and applying more lube as necessary until he felt she was prepared.

  “You’re ready, Becca.” He quickly undressed, then added more lube to her entrance and his cock and entered her slowly, pushing the head in slowly an inch at a time, stopping to add more lube. “Hold your cheeks open, Becca it will prevent you from clenching and push back, sweetie, bear down, kiddo.”

  He pushed himself in, pulling out slowly and then working farther into her each time. On the last push, he slid in as far as he could go and stilled himself reveling in the feel and success. Daddy Bob threw his head back, closing his eyes, “Shit! You’re so tight and that hot ass is pressed against me making me lose control. I love you, Becca.”

  “I love you too, Daddy.” Becca was moving and raising her hips.

  Bob opened his eyes and Becca had moved her hand underneath herself rubbing her clit. Bob pulled back just enough to give his hand the freedom it needed and swatted each cheek three times, hard. “Rebecca Lynne, you’re not supposed to be cuming right now and you know it. Move your hands, now!”

  “Daaaadddy! I want to cum so bad.”

  “We discussed this; bad girls aren’t cuming right now. Later, if you can redeem yourself at dinner, you’ll cum then. Until then, you’re here to service Daddy. Have you changed your mind? Are you safe wording?”

  “N-nooooo! I won’t cum. I’ll wait.”

  Daddy Bob immediately started pumping into her, reaching around to the front of her to caress her breasts with his hands. He increased the rhythm and felt his balls tingle, rushing into her he pounded his hips into her hot little ass until he felt his cock release his seed into her channel. Resting over her back, Daddy continued to milk her breasts, catching his breath, spreading random kisses on her neck and back.

  Bob pulled out of her and said, “Wait here, kiddo. I’ll be right back.” He took the time to wet a washcloth with warm water for himself and Becca. Cleaning himself off first and then getting her washcloth, he went to wash her paddled bottom.

  “Daddy, will wipe your bottom carefully. You’ve got some pretty red welts on this bottom, Becca. I think you may actually try to contain that mouth tonight. Am I right?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good tonight.” She was looking over her shoulder at him.

  Bob pulled her up out of the chair and pulled her possessively by her hips into his embrace. “Good girl. C’mon, Becca Baby, let’s cuddle and then put you down for a nap so you can get all girlied up for dinner tonight.”

  She laughed and crawled into bed with him burying her face into his neck, they laid quietly while he stroked her back.

  Chapter Seven

  Gabby was still very nervous about the dinner in the Captain’s Dining Room. Daddy Jace had his dark blue suit on with a long sleeve white dress shirt and the silver and sapphire cuff links she had given him for Christmas. He had a beautiful royal blue tie on that matched her dress. Her silk dress was styled after the dress Kate Hudson wore in the movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days; the back was open right to the dimples above her bottom, accentuated with criss-crossing ribbons, the color a stunning royal blue that shimmered when the light struck it. Her body was perfect for the dress. She was tall and curvy with a long, regal neck and had the shapely bottom this dress required, especially since Kate Hudson had set a precedent on what kind of ass had to be in a dress like this. She wasn’t thin like Kate Hudson, but she was proportioned and the dress accentuated her curves.

  She stepped out of the bathroom and heard Jace gasp. “My God, Gabrielle, you look amazing. Absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

  “Are you sure? My ass doesn’t look too big and it isn’t too revealing?”

  “Gabby, your ass never looks too big and every guy on this ship will be staring at it. But they’ll know better than to let me see it—I’ll rip their eyes out. As for it being too revealing, well it might be too much for the office, but we’re going to a formal dinner.” Jace walked up to her casually grabbing her hips and pulling her into him. “You look amazing and I assure you, every woman will be envious of you in this dress. Where are your shoes, girlie?”

  “They’re in the closet.” Gabby pointed to the closet near the door. “The silver strappy ones.”

  She followed Jace to the closet in case he couldn’t find them. When he exited with them, she put her hands out for them.

  “Nuh-uh, you sit on the bed and let me put them on your feet.” She felt herself blush and walked toward the bed; he always surprised her when he did things like this and for whatever reason it embarrassed her. When her bottom met the soft surface of the bed, she gasped and eased herself up with both her hands, closing her eyes briefly.

  Jace smirked and said, “I see my reminder from yesterday and the six licks you got this afternoon will be present for this evening. That’s a good thing, right Gabby Girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy, it still hurts. And can I plead the fifth to the last question?”

  He stared at her for a second with his eyes twinkling in humor. “I think I’d like to hear from your lips how your bottom feels, and if you think it’ll help you to behave. Then I want you to explain exactly how it’ll remind you to behave tonight.”

  Damn him.

  She should have just answered the question. It could’ve been a simple, “Yes, Daddy,” but now she was going to have to expound on her sore bottom. She felt his finger under her chin tilting her head up, “I’m waiting Gabby Girl.”

  Gabby cleared her throat. “Yes, Daddy it still hurts. And, yes, it’ll remind me to behave because even though I’m not wearing panties and the silk is soft on my bottom, it still hurts to have it rub and it’ll hurt a lot to sit on the hard chairs at dinner. But, I’ll speak kindly to everyone and it’ll remind me to be respectful and not sarcastic.”

  “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl. Let me ask again. So, it’s a good thing then that you’re sore for dinner tonight?”

  She stared at him for a couple seconds, she hated when he made her answer questions like this. It was never a good thing to get punished. She hated getting punished. But she had to admit that it would make her behave.
/>   His eyebrow rose as he watched her, and she quickly responded, “Yes, it’s a good thing.”

  “I think so too. Let’s get these pretty shoes on you so we can meet our new friends.” He slid her shoes on her feet and fastened the delicate straps. He rose from the floor then extended his hand to her to help her rise from the bed.

  * * *

  Gabby was sure her mouth was wide open when she walked into the Captain’s Dining Room. The dining room had two levels, but because of the small ship population for this trip the second floor was empty and would be used for dancing later. There were mini lights on the white banister railings for the balcony and small blue lights that gave it an ethereal look. The combination of deep blue and white lights made it look like a night sky. Hanging from the center of the ceiling, was a huge chandelier. She had never seen anything so spectacular. It had to be eight feet in diameter with what looked like millions of little crystals. The light was just shimmering from it. When she took her eyes off the ceiling to look around, other girls who’d entered with them were gazing up with the same awe she felt. It was hard to not gape at the beauty of the room.

  Captain Garrett was dressed in a white captain’s uniform and was accompanied by his wife and little girl, Melinda who he introduced as Mindy. Mindy looked to be the Captain’s age, around forty and she was petite with brown hair with gold highlights. Her eyes were a very pretty gray-blue, the color of an autumn sky. When she smiled, she had two dimples on each side of her cheeks. Mindy wore a very pretty gold halter gown and had her hair pulled up into a bun with a little tiara that was pretty without being too much. She smiled sweetly at Gabby and they shook hands.

  The captain said, “It’s very nice to meet you, Gabby, I’ve heard some very nice things about you from your daddy. I hope you enjoy your trip and make a lot of friends.”

  “Thank you, sir. I hope so too.”

  “I have everyone sitting at tables with your new neighbors and friends in your area.” The Captain pointed to a table about ten feet away. “So you should see the same little girls you met today at your pedicure and the daddies met at their seminar this afternoon. I hope you enjoy your dinner and the dancing later on.”