Later, after lunch, she didn’t get a trip to the woodshed. As daddy said, she was far too tender for even a hand spanking. So, she got some rest, as she felt totally drained, and then got ready for work. Needless to say, she didn’t sit all night. Fortunately, as they were super busy, she had the perfect excuse for not sitting.
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The next couple of weeks saw several things added to their routine. First, no matter how many times he punished her for masturbating, she kept right on doing it and getting caught. The punishment became known as a glove spanking. Next, anal sex followed by a spanking became her most special of sessions, the one she begged for the most. She also got Drew to help her finish fixing up the clubhouse; it was now big enough for both of them to get inside, and they spent time there playing many games.
They also returned to Beach Plum Point several more times to swim and to play, and when the beach plums were ripe, right around mid-August, they picked a couple buckets full of them. On her next day off, they whipped up a batch of beach plum jelly. When it had cooled and gelled, she had some on her toast the next morning.
“Ohhh, ambrosia,” she sighed. “I’d forgotten how good this stuff is.”
Drew chuckled and poured her some fresh orange juice. “Nothing like it, right?”
“Especially when you make it yourself with someone you… love,” she said, blushing.
“Well, it’s like my mom used to say: Those who taste the beach plum can never truly leave the island, or it them.”
“Your mom was always a wise woman,” Lisa said with a smile, and then chewed her lip. “Ah, do you remember her other saying regarding the plums?”
“Hmmm, let me think. Oh, yes, it was: ‘When the beach plums are sweet, say goodbye to the heat.’ It was her way of saying summer was coming to an end.”
She slowly nodded. “Yeah, exactly, summer’s end.”
He shrugged. “There is that other saying about time and tide waiting for no one. It’s the nature of time. What’s your—oh, I get it.”
“Yeah. Dad—Drew, we need to talk about… you know.”
“Yes, I guess we do. Lisa, I love you; I know I’m being redundant, but I wanted to say it again. Hell, I love saying it! You’ve made it clear your feelings about the island and staying, and I accept that. When you go, I’ll go with you. I don’t care where we end up; I love you enough to leave this place, just so it means we can be together.”
“I knew you were going to say that, you big dope.”
“Hey, it’s true!”
“And your work, this place?”
“I can do my job anywhere. As for this place… well, it’s just a place.”
“Yeah, right, on both counts!” she shot back sarcastically. “Well, I love you too, and I love you enough to know that you can’t leave here. The island is a part of you, a part of your soul. If you leave it for any amount of time, you’ll die. Oh, not physically, but a part of you will wither. I see your passion in your work, and I know what would happen if you left: you’d suffer and become a shadow of your true self. I can’t do that to you, I won’t do that to you.”
“What, sacrifice your future, your happiness just to make me happy? How would I feel about that? From this day forward, every time I saw you, every moment we were together, I’d be reminded of the fact that you gave up everything you wanted just to be with me. I’d be miserable, which means I’d make you miserable. No, you’re not—we’re not staying, and that’s final.”
Lisa smiled, moved to stand before Drew, and took his hands in hers. “And what if I told you this isn’t merely about you?”
His brow wrinkled. “Huh?”
“Drew, in my time back here, I’ve learned some things about myself, and not just that I love our special relationship. The shops, the people, the sights and smells, and the… memories of this place have taken a hold of my soul as well. I don’t want to leave.”
Drew’s chest heaved in delight and his smile went ear to ear. Then doubt rippled across his face and he pulled her closer. Silently, he looked into her eyes, and she into his. She didn’t flinch and merely stood there and let him probe the recesses of her soul. The seconds seemed to drag, but she didn’t mind. As with one of their lovemaking sessions, she felt a connection, she felt their souls intertwining, and she felt something even more powerful than a mere sexual climax.
She felt her soul mate.
A tear formed in Drew’s eye. He blinked and nodded. “I believe you. So, you are prepared to stay and be my little girl?”
She blinked too, desperate not to cry great tears of joy. “Yes, daddy.”
He rose, gathered her into his arms, and hugged her warmly. “In that case, I have a lot of work to do!”
Lifting her off her feet, he spun her about the room. They laughed, they kissed, and Lisa felt countless emotions wash over her. She was content, she was happier than she’d ever known, and she was deeply in love with her man. There was but one concern troubling her: what did the future hold once the season was over?
Chapter Thirteen
Now that Lisa was staying, Drew set to work on a bunch of secret projects. The fact that he wouldn’t tell her anything about them, and banned her from the cellar while he worked drove her wild with fear and anticipation. Yet, he held firm, and so she focused on work and their times together. The former became her sticking point, as the season would end come Labor Day. Finally, near the end of August, Ken called everyone together before the place opened.
“Okay, folks, as the saying goes: All good things must come to an end,” he said. “I have to say, this has been a very good season, one of our best, and I have nothing but good things to say about all of you. If any of you need a reference for a winter job, you just say the word. As for next summer, you’re all welcome to come back.”
Handshakes and hugs followed, and then they made preparation for closing up the place in a week. Lisa wondered about her future. The island’s summer population was about sixty thousand. In winter, it dropped to about six thousand, which meant jobs were few and far between. The joke among the old timers was you either fished or cut bait as ninety percent of the businesses closed up shop. Lisa’s concerns extended to her life with Drew for one simple reason: he locked her out of her room. The two moved into the master bedroom, which was actually quite nice, yet she still felt her heart speed up every time she looked at that door.
What the hell is he planning?
He wouldn’t say, no matter how much she begged. So, after the season was over and the restaurant closed, she helped Drew with his woodworking. It meant he no longer had the excuse of her breaking curfew to spank and paddle her, but that wasn’t important. He had plenty of other reasons to either march her out to the woodshed or punish her in their room. She made a point of showing him their old ‘engine’ under the porch, which he’d long since forgotten about, and it delighted her to see how happy finding it made him. He, of course, used it as a further reason to punish her. That confused her for a moment, but he explained that as she had hidden things under his porch and ‘torn up’ the boards to do so, punishment was called for. She almost rolled her eyes, but she managed to look properly contrite and beg for mercy, which she didn’t get.
When the day came that he asked her to hold still while he measured her wrists and ankles, she truly broke out in a cold sweat.
Oh, now he is really planning something sinister!
Still he remained silent regarding details.
Then, one morning in late September, she awoke to find herself alone in bed. Looking about, she saw confetti scattered on the floor to create a trail, and she got up. The bare wooden floor was cold against her equally bare feet, but she didn’t bother with slippers. She had to see where the path led. Scampering out the door, she saw the trail lead to the door, and it had a big pink bow across it. Drew, leaning against the wall next to the door, had his arms crossed, and the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
“Morning, little girl. You ready for your big sur
prise?”
She trembled, her toes curled, and her mind went blank. It took a moment for her to get her brain working again, and then she just about sprinted down the hall to stand before him.
“Wha-wha-what is it, daddy?” she said, bouncing up and down.
He gestured at the door. “Have a look for yourself.”
Lisa almost literally reduced the ribbon to shreds inside of one second and threw open the door. Her jaw dropped. Drew had redecorated the room, which she had expected. He’d gone with the classic little girl motif: lots of pink and lace, multi-colored balloons and teddy bears, and a closet with new clothes. What she hadn’t expected was the scale of things. The twin beds were gone, replaced by one large one: beautiful ornate wood, carved and painted with an undercoat of white and bright primary colors in decorative patterns. It looked like a little girl’s bed and was so large as to make her feel like one. Her special stool was still there, and now she had a dresser, table, and chair. All of them were likewise oversized. Sitting in the chair, she felt all of about eight! She also squirmed, as the chair’s seat was not soft and not flat. No, it was hard and pointy, just like her stools.
“Wow,” she gasped. “Daddy, this is… incredible! How did you do all of this? Goodness, wasn’t it very expensive?”
“Naw, I had all the raw materials,” he said, waving her off. “It was just my time and labor.”
“Yeah, materials, time, and labor, all of which could have gone toward actual paying jobs. Why waste it on me?”
“Now, now, it was no waste. The sparkle in your eye was all the payment I needed. Besides, look at it this way: it was good practice for making things for others.”
“Yeah, okay, I… guess.”
“Oh, come on, cheer up, baby girl,” he said, taking her chin in his hand. “I’ve got another surprise down cellar in my shop.”
“Oh, Dre—daddy, this is too much. Goodness, you’re going to spoil me.”
He chuckled. “Eh, no problem, I have the cure for that.”
She giggled and tingled, and raced down the stairs, Drew right with her. Opening the hatch in the pantry, they headed into the cellar, and she saw her new toy. Drew had built her a set of stocks! Now she truly did freeze and have her mind go blank.
“Oh… my… God,” she said, barely above a whisper.
“Thought you’d like it. Come on, try them on for size.”
As if in a dream, she let him slip off her nightie and guide her into them. The leg cuffs held her ankles so that her legs were spread wide. Her tummy rested against a small padded bar, and she had to bend forward, her head down, ass up so her wrists could reach the other cuffs. She was now trapped. His hand cupped and caressed her bare skin, slid between her legs to tickle her, and then withdrew. He moved to a bench and picked up a tool. Its motor hummed as he switched it on. When he turned to her, she gasped.
It was a vibrator.
Trembling, she strained to see what he was going to do with it, but couldn’t. It touched her, right at her most sensitive spot, but that was all. Suddenly, Drew was standing at her head.
Huh? How the hell…? Wait, I remember, I saw a little… post in the back, right between my legs. I didn’t pay any attention to it before, but it must be a holder.
“All right, time for breakfast, little girl. Open your mouth,” he ordered.
She did so, and his cock entered. It slid and moved within her mouth, and the vibrator just kept right on humming. It was maddening.
Smack, spank! Lisa gasped and gagged around his shaft. Now her insanity was doubled. Drew reached over with both hands to spank her, she sucked and swirled her tongue around him, and that damn vibrator was in place, right against her pussy.
“Ahhh,” she whimpered.
Whack, swat! He stepped up the action, spanking harder and faster.
“Come on, little one, what’s wrong? Can’t you focus on your task?” he scolded, and laughed.
Lisa’s mind slipped away. The sensations assailing her body were too much for her to process. In and out went Drew’s cock. Harder and faster went his hands, and in the background remained the tickling of her pussy. Her muscles tightened, her thighs began to spasm, and she heaved against the stocks. It was pointless. She was held firm and couldn’t move until released.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, ohhh, yesssss,” she wailed.
One orgasm tore through her, then another, and then Drew came. His hot essence gushed within her mouth. She drank, drank, and drank some more, licking and sucking his firm cock until she’d swallowed every ounce of his cum. As he climaxed, he spanked harder and faster than she’d ever known. She wailed and howled around his shaft, yet didn’t let up for a second. Only when he was well and truly done did he stop and step back.
“Ohhh, such a good, goooood girl,” he groaned. “I’ll get you some breakfast, baby.”
She came down slowly, her body shivering with sexual delight, and then gasped as she heard him climb the stairs.
“Hey, wait, daddy, let me go!” she called out.
He laughed. “Oh, all in good time, my dear, all in good time.”
The trap door closed and she was left alone. The vibrator was still on! Held there, she tried to calm down and relax, but it wasn’t happening. That hum, the constant stimulation in the background, it made her toes curl and her pulse pound. Seconds were like hours and soon she was dripping in sweat and other fluids. When Drew appeared in front of her, she wiggled in surprise. She hadn’t heard him return.
“Okay, open wide, baby, and I’ll feed you.”
“Wha-what? Daddy, come on, let me up. I can feed myself,” she whined.
“Yes, you can, I just don’t think you should have to. So, open up,” he said with a smile.
She did so, and he did. Still that horrid vibrator tortured her. It was the longest meal she’d ever eaten, and when she was done he turned to his work bench.
“I-I-I… oh, daddy, I’m done now. Can I, can I get up.”
“Ohhh, in a while,” he said casually. “I’ve got some work to do.”
“Oh! Daddyyyy, pleeeease,” she wailed.
He laughed and set to work. Lisa’s moans and wails grew louder and stronger, yet she didn’t come. She couldn’t, the stimulation just wasn’t enough. It kept her in a constant state of ‘almost there,’ and it drove her insane. The topper was Drew. All the while, he just casually worked on his next project and ignored her pleas for release or climax.
“Lisa, you ready for daddy again?” he suddenly said.
Her eyes flew open. “Yes! Oh, God, yes, anything. Pleeease, daddy, anything.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Okay, here we go,” he replied, stepping around behind her.
Her cheeks were spread and his rigid cock easily slid into her ass. She would have preferred a good old-fashioned fuck, but at this point she would take anything. Her torment was driving her mind off its rails. As he rocked and thrust into her, she climaxed almost immediately, and then kept coming as he slammed her again and again. When he filled her ass with his hot cum, she snapped, her mind crumbled a bit more, and then he gave her the ultimate, the thing she craved the most. He stepped back and truly, truly spanked her. Lisa was gone. She floated off into subspace. She felt his hand, the sizzling cum within her, the vibrator, and heard herself bawling like a well-spanked baby. Other than that, there was nothing but a continuous state of orgasm.
Sometime later, she awoke to find herself in her new bed. She rolled over and sat up, and practically shot up onto her knees. Her ass was a throbbing mass of painful delight. She felt warm and cozy. Flipping back the sheets, she saw that she was in brand new cold weather nightie: flannel footie jammies with a drop seat. Drew was seated at the table eating a sandwich. He turned to her as she moved.
“Ah, there you are. Have a nice nap?”
“Ohhh, very good,” she said, getting to her feet and daintily rubbing her bottom. “That was some wild session, daddy.”
“Too much for you?”
S
he giggled and shook her head. “Not by a long shot. Although… maybe we don’t do it a lot?”
He nodded. “I agree. Maybe we’ll call it your spank-day special. Do it once a week. For now, how about some lunch?”
“Oh, yes,” she squealed in delight.
Moving to the table, she stood and ate, and an idea presented itself to her. “You know, daddy, it occurs to me that other people might like your stocks and ‘little girl’ furniture.”
“You think so?”
“Oh, sure. I’ve been surfing the web regarding the lifestyle. I’ve seen lots of stocks and benches and such, but not a lot of furniture. Think about it, it could be another revenue source for us.”
“I suppose, but I’m not good at setting up websites. I needed help to get mine for the woodworking, and how would I ask someone I know to do one for… you know?”
Lisa grinned. “Leave that to me.”
“You? Ah, okay, sure, take your best shot. Hey, it’ll be something for you to do for the winter.”
“Just what I was thinking. I’ll check it out starting this afternoon. Standing at my computer, of course.”
She giggled. He laughed, and they kept eating. Afterwards, Drew returned to his work, and Lisa got on the Internet. She had a real flair for web design, and inside of a month she had a site up and running. They soon had a first-rate online business selling paddles, stools, and ‘little girl’ furnishings, all of which were thoroughly tested before being shipped. Between that and Drew’s regular woodworking business, they had a fine income, a strong and loving relationship, and a house full of fun and childish delights.
Lisa hadn’t known such happiness since her first childhood, and she intended to enjoy this one to its fullest.
The End
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