Their Strict Daddies

by Shelly Douglas

  “But I thought the agreement referred to being respectful of the daddies—not their darling daughters…”

  “It also stated a rule that the girls must make every effort to get along with each other—and just remember who your judge and jury are made up of,” he said, checking his watch. “It’s five o’clock, princess. Let’s go see what Max has in mind for dinner.”

  * * *

  Becca smoothed her dress as she walked into the family room area. Her buttocks were still stinging from the brush, and the plug was rubbing against the back of her form-fitted sheath.

  Chrissy’s eyes shot upward from the board game that she and Lizzy were setting up and smiled. “Want to sit down and join us, Becca?” she asked with a snort, elbowing Lizzy.

  Max stuck his head out of the kitchen and quirked an eyebrow. “Lose the attitude, Christina. I’m not in the mood for that kind of nonsense tonight.”

  “Can I apologize now, daddy, or do I have to wait for the others to come into the room?” Becca asked Josh in a quiet voice.

  He cleared his throat and pivoted toward the kitchen. “Guys, could you come in here for a moment? Becca has something to say to Lizzy.”

  Immediately, Max and Peter strolled into the room while drying their hands on multi-colored dishtowels.

  Josh watched as his small wife twirled a strand of her honey brown hair around a slim finger. “Go ahead, sweetie, and please speak loud enough for everyone to hear.”

  Becca kneeled down on the floor next to Lizzy. The position was a little uncomfortable, but she thought it was important to be at eye level.

  With crossed arms and pursed lips, Lizzy’s reaction was evident as she sheepishly peered over at Peter.

  “What did we just talk about, young lady?” he asked, blowing out a breath of exasperation.

  “Fine.” Looking up at the ceiling, she uncrossed her arms. “But we all know this wasn’t the first time she whispered behind my back.”

  “But it will be the last time. I promise,” Becca said, her round golden brown eyes filling up with tears. “I’m really sorry your feelings were hurt.” She glanced at Josh for a quick second, hoping for approval before returning the gaze to her friend. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Lizzy. Please believe me.”

  “Personally, I thought her punishment was a little over the top,” Chrissy mentioned nonchalantly with a shrug as she arranged all the colorful plastic pieces on the top of the board. “But he’s your daddy, so who am I to judge?”

  Max’s lips formed a straight line as he tossed his dishtowel on the black leather recliner and kneeled in front of his wife. Cupping her chin with his hand, he gently lifted her face to meet his. “There are three girls on this vacation, and we want to make sure everyone does their best to get along and play nice.” He looked up and winked at Josh. “According to the house rules, my little one’s sass could’ve just earned her a few public swats on her delicate heinie. What do you say about that, Dr. Levy? Naturally, it’s your call.”

  Chrissy seemed horrified as Josh put a finger to the dimple in his chin, obviously considering the tempting offer from her husband.

  “Since this is her first offense, I think I’ll let her off with a warning.” Turning to Lizzy, he tilted his head. “What do you think? Do you have it in your heart to give a friend another chance?”

  Lizzy exhaled a long breath and turned to her co-author. “Okay, I accept your apology,” she said quietly before glancing over at Chrissy. “But just for the record, I think her punishment fit the crime perfectly.”

  “Even though you didn’t have a chance to write today, Becca, I still expect to see you at the morning meeting,” Max added in a firm tone.

  Her eyes darted around the room, noticing three unhappy male faces.

  “Excuse me?” Josh asked, cupping his ear.

  “Sorry. Yes, sir, I’ll be on time.” Appearing contrite, Becca once again reached back to touch the foreign object irritating her bottom. She just hoped no one knew about the plug…

  Chrissy giggled, wrinkling her nose. “How is she going to sit through dinner with that thing up her…”

  “Christina Hope Bowman. If you really are curious, it can be arranged for you to find out… the hard way!” Max scolded, shaking his finger at her.

  “No, thanks, daddy, I’m not that interested,” she said with a devilish grin, turning her attention back to the game on the floor.

  Lizzy picked up the dice. “Let’s play then. We might be able to get a couple of rounds in before dinner.”

  With her face becoming the shade of a tomato, Becca tried to get comfortable on her knees and smiled through gritted teeth.

  * * *

  “That was delicious! You two are like having Bobby Flay and Tyler Florence in the kitchen,” Josh praised, wiping his mouth with a white dinner napkin as he started to clear the table. “Come on girls, since they cooked, we’ll clean up, okay?”

  But before anyone answered, Max held up one hand. “Although I appreciate the gesture, I’d like to hear what happened at the pool today… and this time, I want the story from Becca’s point of view. If it is okay with everyone, I’m going to excuse Chrissy and Lizzy from the table.”

  “That’s music to my ears,” Chrissy sang, grabbing Lizzy by the arm, ushering her out of the room. “We’ll be playing down the hall, Becca, so join us when you’re finished. Okay?”

  “Sure,” Becca answered with some uneasiness as the men gathered around her. She stared at Josh with her best sad puppy dog eyes, hoping he would make the meeting as short as possible, so she could rid herself of that damn plug.

  He leaned in, protectively placing his arm around her. “Just tell them what you told me, sweetheart.”

  “Then can we get this thing out of me?” she whispered with an embarrassed face.

  With hands folded on the table, Max formed a lopsided grin, obviously overhearing their conversation. “Okay, Becca. Tell me exactly what happened.”

  With interest and concern, the men moved closer as she told her story of how someone had been watching them at the pool.

  “But you never really saw anyone in the neighbor’s yard?” Max asked, steepling his fingers together.

  “Come on, Max—I know the feeling,” Josh answered quickly. “Haven’t you ever felt someone’s eyes on you in a crowd before catching them in the act?”

  “Although, I wasn’t able to catch this person,” she admitted.

  Peter’s thoughtful stare met Becca’s. “We’re not doubting you, kiddo. We just need to decide whether action should be taken.”

  Max sat back, slowly crossing his arms. “Well, let’s see. We’ve had two mysterious calls since we’ve been here. Now Becca thinks someone was watching the girls from the neighbor’s yard.” He paused, looking around at the motion detectors. “Seriously, guys, we have a security system and state-of-the-art locks in place that would rival the ones at Fort Knox. No one is getting into this house!”

  “I’m not worried about anyone breaking in, but I don’t think we should leave the girls alone anymore,” Josh said, helping Becca to stand.

  Max winked in agreement. “Go attend to your naughty little girl’s backside and make sure she’s comfortable. I’m going to call the realtor again and see if I can persuade him to give me the owner’s number. Maybe if we know who’s living next door, we’ll all feel better. I would hate for this to ruin our vacation.”

  “I guess that leaves me with the dishes,” Peter groaned.

  * * *

  “Well, look who’s here. It’s the little girl with the steel stick up her ass,” Lizzy said, cupping a hand over her mouth as she elbowed Chrissy in the ribs.

  Becca shrugged her shoulders. “If you don’t want to play with me, I understand.”

  “Wouldn’t you rather run and tell your daddy that I made fun of you?”

  Chrissy shuffled the cards nonchalantly. “Come on, Lizzy, Becca said she was sorry and I believe her.”

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  Chrissy snickered. “Of course, Becca, sit down… if you’re able.”

  “What are you guys playing?”

  “Crazy Eights. Do you know this game?”

  “Sure, but it’s been a while since I’ve played,” Becca said, gingerly sitting down on the floor.

  Lizzy grinned and crossed her arms. “Uh-oh, Chrissy. Sounds like we might be in the company of a card shark.”

  Becca snorted. “This is funny coming from you. I hear your daddy doesn’t play much golf and is very rusty at the game, but it seems he won the front and the back nine today!”

  Chrissy gave Lizzy a sideways glance. “Maybe we should make this card game a little more interesting with a small bet. What do you say?”

  She tilted her head in disbelief.

  “How about ten dollars a game?” Chrissy asked, pulling a brand new bill from her pocket.

  “Are you nuts? Do you know what would happen if my daddy found out I was playing for money? Hey, I’m having enough trouble sitting right now as it is,” Becca said with a one-sided grin. “Deal the damn hand and let’s just play.”

  Lizzy giggled, picking up her five cards. “Ooh, such a foul mouth for a ten-year-old little girl.”

  “Jesus, I should’ve brought a pack of cigarettes on this trip.”

  “For God’s sake, Chrissy. You’re a smoker?”

  “Nah, I just think the dealer should have one dangling out of her mouth…”

  “Girls, is everything alright in here?” Max suddenly cracked the door open to peer inside.

  “Yes, daddy. Everything’s fine,” Chrissy answered, scrambling to pick up her cards.

  “Good. I hope you’re all getting along.”

  “We just started to play a game of Crazy Eights, daddy!”

  He opened the door wider and nodded as his dark blue eyes suddenly glittered. “Why is there a ten-dollar bill on the floor beside you, young lady?”

  Chrissy quickly picked it up and stuffed it back into her pocket.

  Max shook his finger in warning. “Now keep this door open. I want to hear that everyone is playing nice together.”

  All three girls took a deep breath and looked at each other as he left the room.

  “Are we in Palm Beach or Russia?” Becca quipped.

  “His hearing is impeccable,” Lizzy said, shaking her head. “How do you live with him?”

  Chrissy reached into her pocket and drew the folded bill back out. “I can’t believe I’m vacationing with a couple of pussies. The guys play for cash on the golf course all the time, so why shouldn’t we have fun, too?”

  Becca angled her head toward Lizzy. “But I don’t have any money on me. Do you?”

  Chrissy rolled her eyes and drew out two more crisp bills. “Here is a ten-spot for each of you. Call it a loan.”

  Lizzy gulped. “Great. Now we’re in the company of a loan shark.”

  “Stop whining and let’s play before one of your daddies comes in to check on us,” Chrissy warned, her sparkling eyes darting to each girl.

  * * *

  Dressed in an adorable baby doll nightie, Chrissy was about to walk out of the bathroom, but stopped short in the doorway after noticing her husband was sitting on the bed.

  “Christina Hope, I tucked you in two hours ago.”

  “I had to go to the bathroom, daddy,” she said, tilting her head to the side.

  Max motioned with a curled finger for her to join him. “Come here, please.”

  Chrissy shrugged her shoulders and nervously complied with his request. “I couldn’t sleep. Are you angry with me?” she asked, getting comfortable next to him.

  “I’m not angry, sweetie. I just want to know what’s going on with you.”

  “Because I embarrassed Becca talking about the plug up her ass?”

  Max inhaled a long calming breath before speaking. “I need you to try to be friends with the other girls. The friction just isn’t good for the group.”

  “Would you really allow Dr. Levy to spank me?”

  “You not only questioned, but insulted a personal decision of his.”

  “For God’s sake, he spanked and plugged her ass for whispering behind Lizzy’s back! Don’t you think the punishment was a little over the top?”

  “As her husband, that was his decision to make. You were wrong to interfere. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. And, by the way, your language is unacceptable.” Moving to grab her by the ankles, he bent her knees and raised her bottom off the bed, causing her short nightgown to shift upward. As he applied a hard and deliberate smack to her bare behind, her eyes flew open.

  “Oh, my God, that hurt!”

  “I think you need a few more for good measure. After all, we missed your maintenance spanking this week, and my little princess obviously needed it.”

  Chrissy’s eyes glistened with tears as she received four more swats to her full reddening backside. “Please, daddy! That hurts!”

  Max bent over to kiss her soft cheek. “Okay, I’m going to ask you one more time, and I want the truth. What’s bothering my little Chrissy?”

  She cocked her head to the side. “I don’t know, maybe all this talk about hang-up calls and strangers staring at us from the neighbor’s yard has made me a little jumpy.”

  “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to my best girl. You know that, right?”

  “I know what would make me feel better…”

  “Since it’s almost eleven, I think we’re safe to age you a bit,” he joked.

  She tenderly ran her fingers through Max’s reddish brown wavy hair while he stroked her slick lips, watching her labia swell as the ocean waves pounded in the distance. He brought his mouth once again close to her smooth velvety sex, and she twitched and moaned as he tenderly blew on her sensitive skin.

  “Hush. If you don’t settle down, young lady, I will take you across my lap and give your tushy a good spanking.”

  Chrissy tried to relax, but when he traced her soft, soaked seam up and down and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, her back automatically arched as she tried to get closer.

  Max chuckled softly, knowing that his spanking threat had aroused her even more and delved a little deeper into his wife’s gushing wet slit, skillfully guiding his tongue around her hardened pebble. He knew she didn’t want anyone else in the house to hear them, but as he began to lick and nibble, a soft moan managed to escape from the back of her throat. As he continued to wash his flattened tongue over her swollen folds, she finally found it impossible to hold back and released a loud groan as a major orgasm quickly took over her small body, shaking her to the core as he relentlessly sucked on her throbbing clitoris. When Chrissy couldn’t take one more minute, she finally had to push his head away, giggling uncontrollably.

  “Sleep now, my princess, and have wonderful dreams,” he whispered, spooning behind her.

  “I’ll love you forever, Max Bowman.”

  “Mmm hmm, but you know I’ll love you longer.”

  * * *

  In the room down the hall, Peter traced the slippery flow of his wife’s essences with his finger as he watched her head thrash back and forth, retreating into pure pleasure.

  “Peter, that feels so incredible, please don’t stop.” Lizzy pounded the mattress with small clenched fists and spread her legs even further as she lifted her pelvis slightly off the white cotton sheets.

  Adding a dollop of lubrication, his finger traced her perineum to the rosebud opening he knew she wanted penetrated and circled the rim, teasing her unmercifully.

  “Oh, God!” she moaned, angling her soft buttocks upward for more, clenching her twitching cheeks as Peter pressed the pad of his finger inward. Turning and lowering his body onto the bed, he squirmed, rubbing his cock hard against the sheet, letting the friction underneath him assist in his own indulgence. Feeling himself seep from the tip, he pushed two fingers into her saturated pussy and fucked her slow
and deep while the digit on his other hand deliberately inched further into her bottom hole. He watched as Lizzy frantically twisted and pulled the nipples on her breasts, obviously approaching the incoming wave of orgasm. Peter always enjoyed catching her when she thought he wasn’t looking. He was a bit of a voyeur and she loved it.

  “Don’t stop, Peter. Please don’t stop!” Lizzy pleaded, thrusting her writhing body deeper onto his fingers, letting out a muffled scream. Gyrating hard against the mattress, he furiously finger fucked her from both ends, causing her body to quiver and jerk as if a demon had possessed her form. And then with quiet tones of exhilaration, her legs and arms collapsed to each side as her normal breathing resumed.

  As he sat up on the bed, she took Peter’s hard cock in hand and after only a few licks and tugs, helped release his seed in mighty spurts. With a final loud groan, the warmth of his gratification pooled into her mouth.

  “Whew,” he mumbled before rolling over, his chest heaving. “You are something else,” he breathlessly whispered.

  Lizzy wiped the corner of her lips. “I think we were kind of loud. Do you think anyone heard us?”

  Slithering his way back toward the head of the bed, he glanced over at the clock. “I know we cheated a little by turning you into an adult before midnight, but I doubt we’re the only guilty ones.” He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, her head resting underneath his chin. Their breathing became shallow as they both drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  Lizzy’s eyes shot wide open as she turned toward the nightstand. Peering at the red illuminated numbers on the clock dial, she saw that it was only two in the morning. After immediately focusing on the sliding glass door that led to the outside, her lips formed a straight line. “Peter,” she whispered, nudging her elbow into his side. “Peter, wake up.”

  Raising himself up, he glanced at her before looking over at the clock. “What’s wrong, baby?”