by Maggie Ryan
Dalton didn’t truly understand but he’d nodded. Coco was quiet as they drove home but assured him she was just a little tired. After her bath, he’d been pulling her nightgown over her head when he noticed she had tears in her eyes.
“Hey, ladybug, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing—”
“Don’t fib,” he said and then remembered Jean’s words. “Do you want to talk about the spanking you got at the party?” She shook her head but the tears began to fall. “Well, I think we need to,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to his room. Sitting in one of the large leather chairs, he cradled her on his lap.
“Sweetie, you’ve been spanked by others before. Every one of your uncles has had you over his knee a time or two.”
Coco squirmed on his lap but nodded.
“So, what is bothering you, and don’t tell me nothing.”
“I guess I was just embarrassed.”
“There’s no reason to be. Nanny Jean has spanked many a naughty girl—”
“But…she’s a woman…and…”
Dalton took his time to really look at her, read her body language and not just listen to her words. He saw the flush on her cheeks and the confusion in her eyes. Suddenly, he understood. “And when she spanked you, your pussy wept as well, right?” Though she instantly buried her face in his neck, he could feel her head nod. “And you were confused as to why that happened?” Another nod. “Ladybug, you are a very special girl. You are also a very sexual creature when it comes to a combination of pain and pleasure. Never be ashamed of who you are or how your body reacts. I assure you there is nothing wrong with your reaction.”
“Promise?” she asked softly.
“Yes, Coco, I promise.” He further understood he’d failed her in that whenever she’d been spanked before…by himself or her uncles, he’d made sure she was rewarded for her submission with at least a bit of pleasure. Though he didn’t always allow her to climax, depending on the severity of the naughtiness, he did make sure she felt safe and loved. He’d not done that today.
“I’m sorry, ladybug. Daddy should have made sure you were all right. I know Nanny Jean held you and gave you comfort, but you needed more from your daddy, didn’t you?”
This time when she nodded, he set her back and lifted her chin. “No, babygirl, I need you to use your words and tell Daddy what you need.”
It had taken a few minutes before she said, “I need you to love me, Daddy.”
He’d given her a kiss and after removing the gown and panties he’d just put her into, he took her to bed. By the time he had her spooned against him, her bottom nestled up against his groin, she’d been loved so well that she’d exploded multiple times. He’d brought her to her first climax with his mouth and fingers, her second while making soft love to her, and the third, most intense shuddering implosion by pounding into her when she was on her hands and knees, her cheek to the mattress, her bottom well up into the air. He’d added a bit of pain by slapping her plump nether cheeks, loving the way they wobbled with each stroke and her mewls and moans until she came with him, leaving them both completely satiated.
Still, he’d wondered if she were completely accepting of the entire scene when she began to complain of feeling ill a couple of days before their next planned party. He never wanted to put her in a situation that made her truly uncomfortable. Before he decided to question her, she’d made a dash for the bathroom. She’d not even complained when he took her temperature, just whining softly as he held her across his lap, holding the thermometer in her sweet little bottom hole. With a reading of 103 degrees, he knew that there was no question she was very ill. She’d spent almost an entire week in bed. Dalton was brought out of his memories when the woman he adored flung herself at him.
“Daddy! Nanny Jean said there is enough time before dinner that we can go swimming!”
“She did?” he asked, looking out the floor to ceiling windows that made up the back wall of the house. “It’s getting a little dark to swim in the ocean.”
“There’s a pool! Nanny Jean said it has a slide and floaties! Please, Daddy, may I go?”
He grinned down at her, the excitement and pleasure on her face obvious. “Hmmm, I don’t know. The last time there was a pool—”
“Daddy!” she squealed, her cheeks turning pink before she giggled. “I promise I’m going to be good.”
He chuckled and nodded. “All right, ladybug. Let’s go get you into your swimsuit.” The group climbed the stairs, each couple moving along the long hallway to find their rooms. Dalton placed one suitcase on top of the king sized bed as Coco looked around the room.
“Wow, this is beautiful!” she said. “There’s a balcony and everything!”
“I’m glad you like it,” Dalton said, unzipping her bag. “Why don’t you go potty while I find your suit? The bathroom is right through there,” he said, nodding toward a door.
When she returned, he had her swimsuit ready and quickly stripped her. “Arms,” he said, and she lifted them so that he could pull the top which was a soft pink decorated with big white polka dots over her head. Picking up the bottoms that were a panty and skirt combo, he saw her shuffling her feet a bit.
“What’s the matter?”
Her mouth opened and her cheeks flushed again, but she shook her head. “Nothing, Daddy.”
He bent to hold the bottoms and then straightened. “How about I remove your plug? I think you’ve worn it long enough today. What do you think?”
“Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she said, throwing her arms around his waist.
Dalton was very proud that she hadn’t asked, that she was willing to wear the anal plug until he decided to remove it. “Bend over the bed and spread your cheeks.” She immediately obeyed, her bottom cheeks held apart by her hands. Tossing the swimsuit bottoms on the bed, he patted the bare bottom presented so prettily.
“Relax, ladybug. Don’t clench and this won’t hurt, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, and he heard her take a deep breath and watched her buttocks loosen. He slowly tugged on the plug, and she only moaned softly. “Okay, deep breath,” he instructed and once she had taken one, he popped the plug free. Bending, he placed a kiss on her little hole, causing her to gasp, and yet he saw her pussy spasm. His cock had hardened at the sight of her holding her cheeks apart and was protesting its confinement as he watched her anus slowly closing. For a moment, he considered taking her anal virginity right then but he’d already said she could go swimming and she had been so very obedient. It wasn’t something he wanted to rush either. He’d waited a long time to introduce her to anal sex, and he could wait a little longer.
“Okay, let’s finish getting you ready,” he said. She stepped into the bottoms and gave a little moan when he kissed her bare pussy before he pulled them all the way up. It was a two-piece bathing suit, but not a bikini by any means. The bottoms came up over her belly button and the top was long enough to almost meet them. When she twirled, the skirt flaring out, he thought she looked absolutely adorable. He took the time to braid her hair into a plait down her back, only popping her rear once when she continued to squirm. Finally, he said, “All right, go have fun.”
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said, taking the towel he handed her. As she skipped to the door, he reminded her to behave.
“I will! It’s not going to rain, and my bottom is still sore!”
He chuckled and stepped to the door to watch as Trisha exited the room next door to theirs and called for Coco to wait up. The two joined hands and ran down the hall towards the stairs. God he was such a lucky man!
Chapter Nine
Colette screeched in joy as she swooshed down the slide and splashed into the water. Popping back to the surface, she swam away so that Jenny could have a turn. Reaching the opposite pool edge, she rested her arms on the coping and looked out towards the ocean. The view was absolutely stunning. The sun had not yet set but was sinking below the horizon. Waves swelled and then lifted, curling int
o waves before they broke to form whitecaps to surge forward and lap gently across the sand.
“Isn’t this amazing?” Trisha asked, joining her.
Colette smiled and nodded. “Yes. I love the pool but I can’t wait to swim in the sea.”
“That’s because you are a mermaid,” Maddie said, joining them. “The ocean is so…wild.”
“A little scary maybe, but I agree with Coco, I can’t wait to jump in the waves,” Jenny said, the last to arrive at the wall.
The sound of a sharp yell had all four girls turning their heads. They saw Veronica flat on her back and Suzy reaching a hand down to help her up.
“Uh, oh,” Maddie said, nodding to where Nanny Jean had risen from her lounge chair and was walking towards the two girls. It was then that they all heard Veronica give a loud whimper and saw her holding her hands out as if to ward off Suzy’s help.
“You tried to push me into the pool!” Veronica accused, her voice strident.
“I did not—”
“You did! You tried to drown me!”
“Veronica, I just slipped and…”
Coco listened as Suzy’s words ended on a squeal as her arm was taken, and in two blinks of an eye, she was turned around, her swimsuit bottoms yanked down, and she was tucked beneath Nanny Jean’s arm. Crisp smacking sounds rang out to accompany the nanny’s lecture.
“I told you not to run around the pool, young lady, and now you’ve hurt Veronica.”
“I didn’t mean to! Ow! Ow!”
Coco wasn’t watching the spanking; she was watching Veronica. The woman sat, a smile playing on her lips that told Coco that she wasn’t the least bit hurt. Veronica had not joined the other girls in the pool. Instead, she’d sat on the edge, dangling her feet in the water and had only done that because Nanny Jean insisted she join in the fun.
The spanking continued until Suzy’s feet were dancing, and she was promising never to run again. Once she was allowed to straighten, her hands instantly went back to rub against her rear.
Nanny Jean shook her head and pulled Suzy’s hands away. “None of that, Suzy. You know better. You just let that bottom burn.” Turning, she reached down and helped Veronica to her feet.
Coco saw that the smile had disappeared from Veronica’s face the moment the nanny turned her attention to her. When she was on her feet, the blonde said, “Thank you, Nanny Jean.”
“Certainly, sweetie,” Jean said, “Suzy, do you have something you want to say to Veronica?”
They listened as Suzy apologized but Coco wasn’t surprised to hear Jenny whisper, “Veronica is just faking it. That girl is nothing but trouble.”
After Jean had wrapped a towel around Veronica, she turned and bent to pull up Suzy’s bathing suit, giving her a hug, signaling all was forgiven. She then called out that swim time was over. The four girls released their hold on the edge to swim towards the stairs.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut our play time short,” Suzy said.
“It’s okay. I’m sure it’s almost time for dinner, and I’m getting a little pruney,” Coco said, holding out her hands to show her fingertips were wrinkly.
The five dried off and then followed Veronica, whose hand was being held by Nanny Jean into the house. They entered the large living area to see the men enjoying cocktails and conversation. Before they could run to their individual daddies, Nanny Jean began to speak.
“Mr. Anderson, I’m afraid that Veronica had a little scare. I assure you she is fine, and I’ve taken care of the situation, but I felt you should know.”
Coco watched as Carlton set his drink aside and stood, stooping as Veronica ran to him. “Are you okay, Princess?”
“I’m okay, Daddy. Suzy tried to push me into the pool but I didn’t fall in. Nanny Jean spanked her!”
Coco watched Suzy’s face turn scarlet and saw her fists clench. There was an unwritten rule among the group that they did not tattle on each other. If an adult found it necessary to inform another of an incident, that was one thing. But, hearing Nanny Jean state that she’d “taken care of the situation” without naming names told the girls that she hadn’t intended the situation go any further. Instead, Suzy’s daddy also rose.
“Suzy, what on earth possessed you to do such a thing?”
“I didn’t push her, Daddy. I was running to the slide but slipped and bumped into her.”
“It was an accident, Uncle Travis,” Coco said, having had enough of Veronica’s dramatics. “Veronica was sitting right on the edge and didn’t even get wet.”
Suzy shot her a grateful smile but her daddy shook his head. “I’m glad nothing serious happened, but we’ve talked about running around the pool at home. You know it is dangerous. Did Nanny Jean have to remind you not to run?”
“Um, yes, sir, but—”
“No buts, we’ll talk about this upstairs, Susannah.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Suzy said in a tone that every one of her friends had used before. It was a respectful reply to state her understanding that once upstairs, she’d be receiving another spanking.
Jean clapped her hands, drawing their attention. “Dinner will be served in a half-hour. I expect to see all my girls dressed in their best and with smiles on their faces.”
That seemed to be the signal for the remaining daddies to finish their drinks and rise. Coco slipped her hand into her daddy’s, taking comfort when he gave it a squeeze.
“Did you have fun, ladybug?”
“Yes, until Veronica had to go and spoil it,” Coco said.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean to. Carlton told us that Veronica is a little afraid of the water. Perhaps we can cut her a little slack?”
Coco didn’t respond but for a shrug. She was a little worried that if the adults continued to cut Veronica some slack, she and the rest of her friends were in for a miserable time.
When Coco entered the dining room, she was wearing a crisp yellow dress that poofed out over the crinoline petticoat she wore underneath. Her daddy had dried her hair and it was held off her face by a yellow ribbon. She wore her black Mary Jane’s with a pair of ruffled ankle socks. Her daddy had teased her with several kisses and licks along the seam of her sex as she stepped into a pair of yellow panties decorated with white daises.
He’d caused her to giggle when he looked up at her and said, “What’s that little ditty? Ah yes, ‘He loves her…” He paused and took a long, slow lick, his eyes glued to hers. Another lick and a deep suckle of her clittie had her moaning and squirming, desperate to be allowed to come but he released her throbbing pearl, patted her bottom and pulling up the daisy panties, he continued with his own version of the saying, “Yes, he loves her very much.” Leaving her on the very edge of eruption, he teased her by saying that while he’d certainly enjoyed his appetizer, it was time to join the others.
Every little one was dressed in their very best, coming together to compliment their friends on their party clothes. The girls smiled when Suzy came in the room, her hand held by Uncle Travis. When he released it, she ran towards them. Coco reached out to give her a hug. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“Yes, I’m good…now.” She giggled and with a pretty flush on her face asked, “Have you ever been spanked while running in place?” Coco shook her head but had to admit it was not only an apropos punishment but a very creative one as well. “Well, let me just say I won’t be running around the pool for a long time,” Suzy said, giving Coco a smile. Before Coco could return it, the smile slipped from Suzy’s face. “Oh my God, can you believe that!”
Coco turned to see what her friend was looking at and just stared. Veronica was descending the stairs as if she were royalty…right down to the actual tiara she was wearing on her head.
“Who does she think she is?” Suzy hissed.
“Well, her daddy does call her princess. But still…” Jenny said, shaking her head.
“What are you girls whispering about?” Dalton asked.
“Nothing, Daddy,” Coco said, �
��We’re just hungry.”
“I’m sure you are. Swimming is known to bring on the hungries. Shall we?”
The men led the girls to their seats, each one pulling chairs out from the table and helping the girls to sit. Coco was very glad to be seated between her daddy and Trisha but wasn’t thrilled to discover Veronica was sitting directly across from her. Picking up her napkin, she carefully spread it on her lap and heard Trisha whispering.
“So what’s up with Princess Icky?”
Coco had to bite back a giggle at the nickname, thinking it was actually quite appropriate. “Who knows but, seriously, a tiara?”
“I’m beginning to understand why there was so much beheading among the ruling class back in the day.”
With a quiet giggle, Coco gave Trisha’s hand a squeeze. They were introduced to an older woman who entered with a large platter. Her name was Mrs. Portsmith, and she was round as she was tall, a cap of gray curls covered her head but she won every girl over when she smiled, put her hands on her very ample hips and informed all her “little beauties” that they were to call her Mrs. Potts. She brought in bowls and platters until the table practically groaned beneath their weight. With a final little bow, she said, “Be my guests.” Girls giggled and daddies smiled as they began to pass the food, filling their little’s plate before their own.
When her daddy only placed half a spoonful of green peas on her plate, Coco thanked him. He grinned and said, “You will eat every one, correct? I hear there are chocolate chip cookies for dessert.” He cut her pork chop into small bites and made sure her glass was full of the lemonade she requested.
Coco had listened to Veronica’s complaints that the pork chop was too tough, the mashed potatoes too lumpy and the lemonade too sour.
“Good grief, are the peas too green?” Trisha whispered, shaking her head. Coco thought Veronica was nuts. The meal was delicious, and she ate every bite while Princess Icky was allowed to leave more than half her meal on her plate. As they left the table, Mrs. Potts entered the room to begin clearing the table. Coco and Trisha slipped away from their daddies and went to introduce themselves and thank Mrs. Potts for the meal.