by Maggie Ryan
“I think we might need to talk to Carlton,” Joe said.
“You mean like an intervention?”
“Exactly. That or I won’t be shocked to hear a request for a vote about them being asked to leave. I want to help others find friends who share this lifestyle like we helped you and Coco, but not at the cost of the happiness of any in our group.”
Dalton nodded. “I agree. We need to nip this in the bud as soon as possible so that we won’t have a mutiny on our hands. If you’ve not noticed, our girls are the only ones who haven’t received a spanking as a direct result of some type of interaction with Veronica.”
“Then let’s hurry that intervention up. I want everyone to truly enjoy this vacation. Well, shit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t see Coco.” Before Joe could say another word, Dalton had begun to swim back towards the sandbar. He was breathing hard by the time he pulled himself up onto the bar. “Where’s Coco?” he asked.
“Oh, she’s looking for another shell,” Trisha said, pointing down into the water. “We want to get enough for every…Ow!”
Dalton was popping Trisha’s behind when Joe joined them, shaking his head. “Trisha, you heard Uncle Dalton instruct you both to stay on the sandbar. Whatever possessed Coco to disobey?”
Trisha couldn’t quite answer as her uncle was still peppering her backside. Only when he’d landed the last two smacks, did she look to her daddy. “I’m sorry…Coco is a really good swimmer and can hold her breath so much longer than I could. When I got tired...oh, um…” Evidently seeing the looks on their faces had her changing her explanation. “I…I guess we weren’t thinking. I’m sorry, Daddy, Uncle Dalton.”
A head popped out of the water followed by a hand holding a large conch shell. “Oh God, Trisha. You were right! It’s a huge one!”
Dalton watched as her free hand came up to swipe the wet hair from her face. When she realized that Trisha didn’t respond, her head swiveled and her eyes widened. “Oh, hi, Daddy.”
“Don’t you hi me, young lady. Get up here right this minute!”
“But, Daddy, we need one…”
“Now!” Dalton roared, not giving a single care that his doing so caused Trisha to give a little jump and Coco to momentarily disappear beneath the surface as she forgot to tread water and began to sink. He reached down, hooked her under her arms and pulled her out of the water. Before she could even blink, he had her swimsuit bottoms at her ankles and her bent double over his knee. Crisp slaps rang out and water droplets flew from her skin as he spanked her.
“You do not disobey me!” he said, slapping her cheeks, one after the other. “I told you to stay and what do you do?” Smack...smack…smack…smack! “You decide to ignore me and swim. I told you the water was deep and—”
“But I can swim and dive and—”
Dalton couldn’t believe she’d interrupt him, protest while getting her ass blistered. Evidently, he wasn’t making the impression he needed. Pulling her up to her feet, he yanked her suit bottoms up and pointed to the beach. “Get going. The very second your feet hit the beach, you will go to our chair and bring me one of your flip-flops.”
“A flip—”
“Go!” Dalton roared again. She dropped the shell and as soon as she could safely do so after walking off the sandbar the way they’d come, she dove into the water and began to swim for shore.
“I’m really sorry…we didn’t—”
“Your Uncle Dalton has the right idea,” Joe said, cutting Trisha off. “You two made the choice to be naughty together, you can get punished together. Go on, I’ll be expecting you to be on the shore, flip-flop in hand, swimsuit at your ankles, ass bare by the time I get there if you know what is good for you. And share that with your partner in crime. Go!”
Trisha was soon in the water as well, leaving the two men alone.
“Will they ever learn we mean business?” Dalton questioned, shaking his head as he watched Coco climb from the water and run towards the lounge chair.
“Only if we never let them think we don’t mean business when we give them an order. If it takes a hot bottom, well, so be it. Ready?”
“Yes, I just hate the fact that not an hour ago I was so enjoying being deep inside the same little ass that I’m about to set on fire with a fucking flip-flop of all things.”
Joe laughed and clapped him on the back. “Welcome to the conundrum of being a daddy to a little. If you’re lucky, they will cause you to want to cuddle them close one minute and blister their butts the next. Regardless of which it is, I promise, Coco knows you love her.”
Dalton couldn’t disagree. He’d give his life for his wife. But, not today. No, today he’d give her a well needed lesson that when she disobeyed and practically gave him a heart attack, her ass belonged to him…in every way.
The two men reached shore, having swum slowly, knowing that having to stand at the water’s edge, flip-flops in hand, suits at their ankles, bare bottoms presented to the world, friends and their uncles wondering what on earth had brought on this scene, would serve as a lesson in and of itself. Dalton stood and strode towards his wife, noticing that her cheeks were as red as the flip-flop in her hand. Well, by the time he was done, she’d have a matching set of cheeks that would be throbbing.
“Step out of your suit and go squat in the water,” he said, taking the flip-flop from her hand.
Though she looked up at him with a puzzled expression, she stepped from her suit and took the few steps to the ocean. She looked embarrassed as she squatted so that her butt came into contact with the water but she dutifully remained, ass submerged as Trisha received the same instruction from her daddy.
“Girls who make conscious choices to be disobedient deserve a spanking they will remember for quite some time, don’t they, girls?”
“Ye…yes, Daddy,” Coco said
“Yes, sir, Uncle Dalton,” Trisha bravely echoed.
“And what can make a spanking hurt even more?” he asked.
The two women looked at each other and then Trisha said, “A flip-flop?”
Dalton had to fight not to smile at her answer stated as a question. When Joe smacked the flip-flop against his palm and both girls squealed and started to stand, Dalton shook his head.
“Butts back in the water.” Once they were squatting again, he continued. “Yes, I promise you that a flip-flop is quite capable of delivering a sting. But, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Coco? Care to tell us what that answer is?”
Sad eyes met his, and yet he knew she understood his reasoning for soaking her ass. “Wet bottoms, sir. Spankings on a wet bottom hurt…a lot!”
“Yes, they do. And hopefully, spankings given on a wet bottom will form a lasting memory of why when you are told to stay, you should stay. All right, come out.” He had to smile as the two rose, linked hands and walked towards their doom as a united pair. God, he adored these women. Yes, he’d blister them any time they earned it, but he’d love them until his dying breath. They only separated once their reached their daddies and the men knelt on one knee, draping their naughty girls over their bent knees. Dalton didn’t allow many droplets to slide from his wife’s wet butt before he brought the flip-flop down. She immediately arched and yelped, her hands clawing at the sand and her toes kicking behind her. Dalton continued the spanking, his flip-flop strokes alternating with Joe’s so that there was an unending stream of crisp smacks that filled the area, accompanied by the moans, pleas, promises of better behavior and finally full out sobs of two young women who were learning the price of naughtiness.
Once Coco’s rear cheeks were blazing red, Dalton tipped her further forward and applied the next round to her tender sit-spots. She bucked and screeched from the very first swat.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she cried, her words given between strokes of the little rubber shoe. “Ow, please…I’m sorry!”
“Are you ever going to do something like that again?”
“No!
Never…ow! Ow! I promise! Please, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Then accept your punishment and let it teach you that I love you too much to let you put yourself in danger, Coco. Stop kicking and squirming.”
It took another few swats before she collapsed over his knee, accepting his discipline. Dalton gave her another two strokes to each sit spot, a few down the backs of her thighs and then considered his naughty little one very well punished. Lifting her off his knee, he knelt in the sand and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his chest and buried her face in his neck. A couple of feet away, Trisha was doing the exact same thing with her daddy.
“Shh, it’s over now,” Dalton said softly. “You got a good spanking and are forgiven.”
He felt her nod against his skin and bent to kiss the top of her head. He didn’t rush her, allowing her to calm on her own until she was only hiccupping, her small body jerking with every one. Guiding her away a bit, he smiled down at her.
“Take a deep breath and hold it, ladybug.” He guided her through several deep breaths until she gave him a small smile.
“I’m okay, Daddy…well, I’m not hiccupping anymore.”
He chuckled knowing it would be a while before she could sit comfortably, but was pleased to see her smile. He bent and kissed her mouth, loving the fact she kissed him back with passion. “I love you, Coco.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Dalton and Joe decided that having to keep their very red bottoms exposed would deepen the lesson and serve as a good reminder to the other women that daddies wouldn’t hesitate to take naughty girls in hand. Though it was easy to see the two red-bottomed girls disagreed, they were smart enough not to voice their disapproval. Instead, they obediently carried their bathing suit bottoms back to the lounge chairs along with the flip-flops that had been used to quite effectively roast their rears. Dalton was very proud of them when they returned, apologized to each of the men again and then didn’t protest when the four went to join a new game of volleyball. Dalton admired Coco’s little body as she jumped and her bright red bottom bounced. He also had to admit he was so very proud when he heard her laughing and having fun despite the fact that everyone had witnessed her punishment. She’d come such a long way from that shy woman who had first balked at being seen naked or having to accept a spanking from another. He was the luckiest man on the planet. Looking up to return a high flying serve, he saw Veronica across the net from him. Unlike all the other women, she looked…sad. He gave Carlton a good look as well and had an epiphany. Veronica reminded him of his Coco when she first began this journey and he’d been too hesitant to push her too far too quickly. Carlton’s wife didn’t need for him to coddle her…she needed her daddy to push her limits, to spank her when she was naughty and to do so in front of her new friends. That was the only way the young woman would feel as if she truly belonged to this group…if she truly wanted friends on more than a forced, polite level. Yes, an intervention was needed or else neither one of the pair were ever going to be happy in this dynamic.
Chapter Thirteen
When the game was over, after they congratulated the winning team, Joe clapped his hands to gain their attention.
“How about a sand castle building contest? We’ve got a couple more stuffed animals to give away.”
The girls jumped up and down, Jenny and Suzy being the most vocal about the announcement as they were the only two yet to receive a prize.
“We’ll split into two teams and whoever makes the biggest, best looking castle will win. Dalton, you and Coco are on my team. Carlton, you and Veronica as well.”
Coco and Trisha exchanged glances but didn’t protest. “Sounds great,” Dalton said. “You girls find a good piece of real estate and we’ll go get some buckets and shovels.”
All the men left the girls to find the perfect spot while they went back to the house to gather supplies. Trisha took Coco’s hand and they walked away from the other group after receiving looks of sympathy from their friends. Neither girl looked at Veronica.
“How about here?” Coco suggested, standing on a spot of well packed sand. “We’ll be close to the water—”
“No,” Veronica said. “This is a stupid spot. The water will wash our castle…oh, I get it. You’ve got a hot ass…hot Cocoa.” She grinned while Coco’s mouth dropped open and her face burned.
“God, are you always so mean?” Trisha asked. “By all means, let’s let Princess Icky choose the spot. Otherwise, I’m sure she’ll tell some huge fat lie to get us in trouble.”
“Trisha!” Coco said, but knew that her warning was way too late by the look on Veronica’s face.
“Take that back or I’m going to tell my Daddy!”
Trisha laughed. “Go ahead. I don’t care. You’ve been nothing but hateful and mean. Not a single one of us has been mean to you, and yet you’re doing your best to get us all in trouble. So, Princess Icky, go ahead. Do your best. My butt already hurts and I really don’t care anymore!”
Coco saw the men coming back and though her buttocks clenched, she knew that if push came to shove, she’d stand by her best friend. Veronica turned and ran towards the men.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it,” Trisha said quietly.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re only telling the truth. I just hope Daddy doesn’t decide that he needs to use his belt.”
“I’ll tell him you didn’t do anything wrong and don’t deserve another spanking,” Trisha promised.
Coco knew she would but shook her head. “No, I might not have said it, but I thought it.”
“So, girls, where are we going to start building?” Dalton asked.
“Uncle Dalton, what about right by the water? Coco said that way we won’t have to walk far to get it.”
Coco looked over to Veronica, shocked that the girl suggested the same location as she had. Coco didn’t really care where they built, she’d just planned on being able to dunk her hot butt in the water at least a few times.
“No, I think that would be too much of a temptation to take a dip instead of working. Find a nice sandy spot. We’ll bring you all the water you need…for the castle.” Coco knew by his amused look that her daddy had been able to guess her intention at choosing the spot close to the soothing water.
The three girls settled a few feet up the beach, taking the shovels handed them and beginning to dig, putting the sand into molds. Their daddies went down to the water to fill buckets with water to use to pack the sand in the molds. Trisha added another scoop to her mold. “So, go ahead, Veronica. Tattle.”
Veronica didn’t speak but shook her head. Coco looked at her closely and saw that her eyes were sparkling and not with happiness. She didn’t know what to make of it and didn’t have a chance to think up something by the time the men came back. When her daddy sat cross legged on the sand and pulled her onto his lap, she sank against him.
“Are you all right, ladybug?” he asked, his lips brushing against the top of her head.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“You most certainly are,” he said. “You’re the finest little ladybug in the entire world.” Fingertips tickled her side and she squealed and giggled.
“Daddy, don’t! That tickles!”
Dalton chuckled and bent to kiss her, not releasing her until she was breathless. “You tickle me,” he teased. She wondered why he was being so silly but loved his attention. They shared another kiss before he helped her off his lap and helped her upend her mold. Coco became aware that Uncle Joe was giving Trisha the same attention and thought it was just like the men in this group. They punished hard, and yet they were so quick to forgive and to love. When the men went for another round of water, she filled her mold with more enthusiasm.
“I don’t understand.”
Turning her head, she saw Veronica looking out towards the water. “Your daddies love you a lot. Even when you’ve been bad they love you.”
Coco gave Trisha a look to see she was liste
ning and just as surprised as she. “Yes, that’s what daddies do.” It wasn’t just the truth but the only thing Coco could think to say.
“And we don’t call it ‘bad,’ when we mess up. As my daddy says, we might be naughty at times, but we are never ‘bad girls.’ ”
“What’s the difference?” Veronica asked, spooning another shovelful of sand into her mold.
Coco had never really considered it before. “I suppose that no one wants to think of themselves as a bad person—”
“You all think I’m a bad person,” Veronica interrupted, lifting her gaze to capture Coco’s.
“No…I mean…um…well, maybe if you tried to be a little nicer,” Coco suggested, wondering if her words would be heeded or soon thrown back into her face.
Veronica didn’t give her the answer and didn’t speak again as their castle began to rise. If the men noticed the fact that there were a lot less squeals of joy in their spot than the other team’s, they didn’t mention it. Though Coco often saw one or the other of the men exchanging knowing looks before looking at Carlton. She’d also seen them speaking as they walked back and forth from the water and yet hadn’t been able to hear a word they’d said.
She was bending forward and patting sand around a mold that had crumbled a bit when her daddy asked her a question.
“Tell me, ladybug, are you mad?”
She turned to look back at him. “Mad? No, the sand was just too loose.”
“No, sweetie, I mean are you mad that your bottom is still very red?”