They walked up the brick-laden sidewalk, surrounded by freshly blooming roses. The ranch-style house took up a generous portion of the lot, not leaving an abundance of space between neighbors, and he immediately noticed that someone next door was standing in the large picture window, observing them.
Unlocking the front door, Max excitedly swung it open, and Chrissy rushed past him, gliding around the large room. “Max, how did you find this house, it’s really beautiful.” Running across the vast living space over to the large sliding glass doors, she pulled back the drapes. “It overlooks the ocean, too!”
“After an exhaustive online search, it seemed like a winner.” Max put his arm around her shoulder, taking in the view. “I really want this to be like a family vacation, especially for the girls.”
Chrissy settled her head into Max’s shoulder. “Max, what are these people like? I feel like it’s my first day at school and don’t know a soul.”
“I know you’re apprehensive, but you need to trust me. I’ve been in touch with Becca and Lizzy by e-mail, done all my homework on them professionally, and communicated with their husbands. Aside from being a bit cerebral, these men are extremely protective of the person most important in their lives.”
“Cerebral? Is that’s writer’s code for nerdy?”
Max shook his head and bent down to place an errant strand of blond hair behind her ear. “Josh and Peter are both very respected and successful in their work.”
“Don’t worry, daddy, I’ll be good.” Chrissy smiled at Max’s delicate touch. “But since we’re the first ones here, I think we should get to choose the nicest bedroom.”
Max sighed. “No, we’ll wait for the others before any definite decisions like that are made. Do I make myself clear?”
She stuck out her lower lip in disappointment and ran toward the bedrooms. “Don’t test me, Chrissy!” Max muttered as he trailed after her.
* * *
Peter and Lizzy’s car and Josh and Becca’s car pulled into the driveway simultaneously. Both couples emerged from their cars, standing in silence for a moment, trying to figure out how to address the brief awkwardness. Finally, Peter extended his hand. “We’re the Starks—Peter and Elizabeth.”
“I’m Josh Levy and this is my wife, Becca.”
“Her friends call her Lizzy,” Peter added with a grin, watching the two girls hug.
“Oh, my God, it’s so good to finally meet you and put a face to the name,” Becca said, taking a step backward to eye Lizzy up and down.
Lizzy blushed nervously. “Maybe you didn’t see it. I finally put my picture up on Twitter…”
“There’s another car here, so it’s probably Max’s,” Peter commented to Josh.
“I’m pretty sure he was due to land shortly before we did,” Josh said, grabbing a suitcase from the trunk.
The four of them walked up the sidewalk, and before they made it to the entrance, the front door swung open. Max stood there with outstretched arms ready to greet them, while Chrissy peeked out from behind his shoulder. “When we heard the car doors slam, I hoped it was our new roommates.” After brief introductions all around, the three girls immediately congregated in the kitchen that was off to the side while Peter, Max, and Josh walked out onto the back patio.
“I have to say this place is spectacular. Your taste in property is magnificent!” Josh complimented with a hefty pat on Max’s back.
“I love the view and the privacy of having our own beach. There’s no doubt our girls will love it,” Peter agreed with a wink. “Did you have a chance to check out the rest of the house, Max?”
“Only briefly. I had my hands full running around after Chrissy who was intent on exploring everything. Just giving you both fair warning… she can be a handful,” Max admitted, arching an eyebrow with a fleeting shrug.
Peter laughed. “It’ll be interesting to see how the three of them get along with each other.”
Josh turned to glance over his shoulder. “I would say based on the lively conversation taking place in the kitchen, they’re bonding nicely.”
In only a matter of seconds, Becca walked toward them with hands firmly placed on her hips.
“Uh-oh, I think we spoke too soon,” Max whispered to Peter.
“Why did Chrissy get to pick the bedroom first?” Becca asked indignantly.
* * *
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be nicer,” Chrissy whined as Max firmly lowered her across his lap. “Please, I don’t want the others to hear.”
“We’ve been here less than an hour and already you’re acting up.” After yanking down her panties, Max tipped Chrissy forward and landed a hard swat to the bottom of her pale tush. “I told you to wait, so we could consult the others before we picked out a bedroom, but you had to roll your suitcase into the master suite as soon as I turned my back.”
“Ow! I’m sorry!” she yelped in a high pitch after receiving the first smack, peering over her shoulder with pleading eyes. “But you’re the one who made all the arrangements for the trip, so why shouldn’t we get the largest bedroom?”
Max shook his head, watching a pink handprint appear on her left cheek before quickly deploying several rapid-fire wallops across her wobbly buttocks. “Your bottom is turning a nice rosy shade, but that sassy mouth of yours will determine the final color,” he warned, administering a loud crack to each sensitive crease.
“I promise to be good! I promise!”
With ease, Max lifted her off his lap, standing his small wife directly in front of him. Looking down at her lowered panties, she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“I asked you to wait until we all had an opportunity to discuss the living arrangements together, and you completely disobeyed me. Maybe next time you’ll be more respectful when I make a request,” he said softly, turning her around to lovingly pat her reddened, warm bottom.
Chrissy’s head bobbed up and down. “Yes, daddy.”
“Now go stand against the wall, over there,” he directed. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
After returning from the bathroom, Max sat on the bed, drawing her into his lap. She sniffled as he tenderly kissed the top of her head. “You need to tell the others that you made a mistake. Do you understand?”
She instantly peered up at him through bright blue, tear-filled eyes. “You want me to apologize to these people that I barely know? Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing.”
Max lifted her chin with one long, tanned finger. “Your head doesn’t seem clear today, pumpkin. Maybe it was the altitude of the flight. Do you think wearing a stainless steel plug in your tight little bottom would help you focus better?”
Shaking her head, she slid off his lap and pulled up her panties.
“I’m sorry, Christina Hope Bowman. I didn’t hear your response,” he said, turning her around, applying his firm hand to her soft backside.
“No, sir,” she answered in a muffled tone.
“Then march, young lady!”
After a slow walk down the hallway she hesitated for a moment, sneaking a quick peek at the others seated outside the kitchen, engaged in conversation. As soon as Chrissy’s warm, shy eyes connected with Peter’s, he quickly motioned for her to come and join them. With a bit of trepidation in her step, she inched closer to the rest of the group as Max followed close behind.
“Chrissy has something she wants to tell everyone,” he said softly, gently touching her shoulders.
With a blushing face, she cleared her throat. “I want to apologize for my behavior. It was selfish of me to claim the master bedroom without discussing it first with all of you.”
Max supported her with a hug. “Does my little one have everyone’s forgiveness?”
The rest of group nodded and smiled. “You sure know how to break the ice, Chrissy,” Josh joked with a wink.
“Hey girls, let’s head for the beach!” Becca shouted with raised arms, running to the back door.
“Not without at least one daddy,” Peter responde
d with a hand up in the air before turning to Max. “By the way, while you were in the other room with Chrissy, the landline phone rang. I thought it was strange, since none of us had that number to give anyone yet, but after I answered, they hung up.”
Max furrowed his brow. “Hmm, that’s odd. The only people who have this number are the owner and the realtor, so I hope nothing’s wrong. But if it was important, I’m sure the person will call again.”
“Come on, daddy. I want to see the beach now while there’s still daylight,” Chrissy said facetiously, tugging his arm.
“If Max takes Chrissy over his knee on the beach, it’s entirely possible that she could be spanked twice in chapter one of our new book,” Becca deadpanned, elbowing Lizzy. “It’s always good to begin a novel with plenty of action. Don’t you agree, Mr. Bowman?”
Josh’s eyes narrowed with disappointment at his wife. “That wasn’t nice, Rebecca Sue. Maybe my naughty little girl needs her bottom bared right now in front of everyone, for a little twist in the action,” he stated in a hushed but firm tone.
Becca’s face reddened and immediately turned toward Max and Chrissy. “Hey, no offense, but this is a spanking novel we’re writing, and I’m just trying to think like an author. After all, you two weren’t exactly quiet in the bedroom ten minutes ago, and a little discipline on the beach in front of everyone would be pretty hot and embarrassing, no?”
Max’s mouth curled upward. “I’ve always liked how you think, Becca.”
Chrissy couldn’t help but notice that Lizzy’s eyes were filled with jealousy.
Chapter Three
As Chrissy watched the sun brightly stream into the crystal clear master bedroom window, Max rubbed his morning wood up and down her warm cleft. “Are you awake, baby?”
“Mmm hmm, and it seems my husband is, too,” she joked, a warm smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Are you happy with the accommodations, sir?”
He effortlessly turned her toward him. “I wasn’t surprised when you suggested a game of Candyland to determine who would move into this room. It was so you,” he said, moving her long bangs to the side.
“Truthfully, I first thought we should all play Monopoly, but then decided it would be more fun to limit the game to only the little girls,” she commented, reaching down to stroke his stiff cock. “You know how competitive I am when it comes to board games.” She paused for a moment to peer into his eyes. “I probably should have checked with you first…”
“Oh, let’s not ruin the moment, pumpkin,” he retorted as she grinned, continuing to pet his hardened length.
Moving to kneel at her husband’s side, she took his rising cock into both hands, lightly licking a drop of fluid from the tip of his broad head and stroking the underside of his velvety skin with the very top of her wet tongue. Passionately, his fingers weaved through her blond silky hair, pulling and guiding her closer. As she laved her tongue over the creamy circumference of the crown and slightly tugged his soft skin close to the head, he moaned softly, “Oh, my God, take it all in, sweet girl.”
Eager to please, she took his swollen, fleshy manhood further into her mouth and leisurely sucked, enjoying the musky aroma of his scent when Max’s grip became stronger.
“I’d love for you to do more than taste this morning, Chrissy. I want you to swallow. Will you do that for me?”
Once again she stared into his intense dark blue eyes, but this time her mouth was brimming with his cock. Silently agreeing by taking him deeper and deeper into her throat, she worked his thick member furiously with her tongue and lips until Max’s deep moans changed into loud groans. Knowing he was on the verge of erupting, she pulled on him one more time until the skin was tight and his length was hard as a rock.
“I’m almost there,” he warned in a low and raspy voice.
Feeling his balls tighten in her hands, she sucked even harder and pulled on him more vigorously, watching with delight as the muscles in his thighs finally quivered.
“Jesus Christ, Chrissy!” Throwing his head back, Max closed his eyes, spurting his hot seed into her mouth. In two large swallows, she finished every last bit he had to give and happily brushed her tongue over his smooth, shiny tip, leaving not a trace of the sweet and salty substance. Loosening the grip in her hair, he gently eased his fingers through her luxurious shoulder-length locks. “You’ll always be daddy’s good girl.”
Her eyes sparkled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.”
* * *
“Why are the guys here? I thought we were having an author meeting this morning,” Becca mumbled under her breath to Lizzy while Josh and Peter exchanged glances across the table.
“Max seemed to think it would be best for all of us to be included in the first meeting,” Josh answered as Max and Chrissy entered the kitchen.
“I trust everyone slept well,” Max said, rubbing his eyes as he headed for the coffeemaker.
Lizzy arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure you and Queen Frostine slept just fine in your spacious room on Gumdrop Mountain.”
“Elizabeth Marie, behave yourself,” Peter scolded through gritted teeth. “Sorry, Max. I think all the traveling yesterday has her a bit out of sorts.”
Max grinned. “Peter, I appreciate you wanting to cover for Lizzy, but we have a book to write and are in need of material, so try not give her too much leeway, eh?” Giving the heads up to Josh who held a folder full of paper, he sat down and said, “So, let’s see what kind of rules you and Peter put together.”
Becca turned abruptly to Josh with a look of astonishment. “When did you two write up a set of guidelines?”
“We’ve been communicating for weeks by e-mail, and Peter is an absolute master at time management!”
“And you didn’t think it was necessary to clue me or the other girls in until now?” Becca countered. “What do you think, ladies?”
Chrissy pursed her lips, taking a seat next to Max. “Whoa, you never mentioned any additional rules to me. What’s going on here?”
Josh broke in. “I’d like to answer that question, Chrissy. Since Max made all the reservations, Peter and I volunteered to take care of some other details that would make our time together… more harmonious. Of course, it’s pretty basic fare except for one unusual paragraph,” Josh continued, passing out sheets of paper that listed a number of rules and regulations covering a wide range of situations.
“Wait, give us a second here.” Becca carefully thumbed through the pages before her eyes grew wide as saucers. “Are you guys insane? You can’t be serious!”
Max met her gaze. “Of course we are, but we would never put this plan into action without your approval. It includes the basic DD rules most of us already observe, but now that I’m reading it again, a couple of points seem to be missing.”
Peter held up his hand. “I know, I know, age-play time hasn’t been penciled in, and I’m betting you were hoping to put a maintenance day on the calendar,” he quickly admitted with a raised eyebrow.
Max scratched his head. “Also, we should talk about the paragraph in the document stating our little girls must be respectful of all the daddies or there will be consequences.”
Chrissy raised her hand. “Hey, I just read that section and you need be more specific with the language.”
Max chuckled. “You should’ve been an attorney, Christina.” He cleared his throat and leaned in close to her. “The men are recommending that it would be appropriate for any of the daddies to punish a disrespectful little girl who is vacationing in this house.”
Lizzy tapped a lacquered pink fingernail on the table before pointing at Max. “I agree with Chrissy… these terms aren’t clear. I’d like an example, please.”
“Okay, let’s say our girls were little during this discussion, and Becca spoke to me in a disrespectful manner.”
“Did I call you a bad name, Max?”
“Yes, you called me a moron.”
“Pretty spunky for a ten-year-old
girl, don’t you think?”
“Will you be feeling spunky when you’re bent across my lap, receiving a good, hard spanking on your fanny in front of everyone?” Though he spoke in a stern tone, there was a gleam in his eyes.
Chrissy and Lizzy giggled before Becca responded. “Come on, lighten up.” As she paused, her mouth dropped open, realizing that he might be serious. “Oh, my God, you’re suggesting that you’d punish me instead of Josh? You’re joking, right?” Lifting the piece of paper closer to her face, she tilted her head in disbelief.
Josh slowly bobbed his head. “Yes, you’d be disciplined in front of everyone.”
“Jesus. You’re all insane.”
Lizzy tossed her list onto the table. “No offense, Becca, I totally agree with your clinical assessment, but you’ve already used that word this morning. Would you like me to bring in a thesaurus?”
“I think they’ve made it crystal clear that we could be punished by someone else’s daddy,” Chrissy stated in a nonchalant tone, placing her sheet of rules back down on the table. “Shall we move on?”
“Absolutely. Can we come to an agreement on the terms of writing and age-play?” Josh offered to the group with a hint of exasperation.
“It seems our girls are comfortable playing ten-year-olds, and we were thinking roleplay would start at five o’clock, running through midnight.” The girls all nodded their assent. “Unless there are special circumstances, the designated writing time will be two hours before roleplaying begins,” Max said, looking around the table for validation of his idea. “Is everyone in?”
“Max, I hope we’re not talking about punishing a bare backside,” Lizzy mumbled, hoping for support from others. “I don’t want anyone but my daddy seeing mine.”
“Ah, we’re back to the subject on being respectful. While I’m sure we’re all capable of tanning a covered bottom, our final decision might depend on the type of misbehavior. And may I suggest that if an implement is going to be used, it should be discussed in advance,” he proposed to the men with a serious expression.
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