The Little Princess Cruise

  The Little Princess Cruise

  By

  Megan Michaels

  Copyright © 2014 by Stormy Night Publications and Megan Michaels

  Copyright © 2014 by Stormy Night Publications and Megan Michaels

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

  www.StormyNightPublications.com

  Michaels, Megan

  The Little Princess Cruise

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Bigstock/Digital Storm and Bigstock/Dolgachov

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Prologue

  Jace walked into the dining room with a pad of legal paper, looking very formal. Seated at the table, Gabby showed concern over where this discussion was headed. Jace reached over and squeezed her hand saying, “There’s no need to be concerned Gabby Girl, we’re just going to get this contract filled out like the Captain suggested on our Little Princess Cruise. If we’re going to venture into these new areas in our Daddy/little girl roles, we want to be sure of the details ahead of time. Right?”

  “Yes, Daddy. It’s just we never did a contract before and it makes me a little nervous.” Biting her lip and spinning her engagement and wedding ring around her finger Gabby looked at Jace for reassurance.

  “I know, girlie, but we’re going into areas where we need to work out the details before we are in a discipline session.” Jace flipped the first page of paper over the top of the pad and started writing.

  “One. Spanking, paddling, caning, belt, hairbrush, etc. We’ve been practicing domestic discipline for a while. I don’t think there are any implements we haven’t used. You’re okay with all of these, right?”

  “Well, okay is pretty subjective. They hurt, a lot, and I usually am not okay when it’s over. I’m usually crying pretty good, as you well know. But, I agreed to discipline if I break the rules and I’ve also agreed that you choose the implement. And I do trust you to not hurt me. Is that what you mean by okay?”

  “Gabrielle, are you going to be difficult? Because if that’s what you’re planning, let me know now. I have a really good cure for an attitude problem right here at my waist.” He leaned back and pointed at his belt. “Would you like me to take off my belt and leave it on the table as a reminder, or do you think you can remember?”

  “No. I’ll remember. I’ll keep my attitude right, Daddy.”

  He paused to let her know that he was contemplating taking it off anyway. “Two. Bottom pacifiers. Again, we’ve utilized these and you’ve agreed to their use, correct?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Gabby squirmed he was sure thinking of them entering her puckered hole.

  “Three. Enemas and temperature taking.” He put his pen down and leaned back. “I’ve given you only one enema and that was a punishment for lying—keeping something in and not telling me. You haven’t lied since have you, girlie?”

  “No, Daddy. I didn’t like it at all. It made my tummy hurt and it was so humiliating to have my butt in the air with that tube in my bottom hole. I don’t want to do it again.” Gabby wrapped her arms around her belly like she was cramping from the enema.

  “Well, Daddy didn’t like making your belly hurt, but it looks like the embarrassment has helped you remember to not lie. I’m going to write down that enemas are for lying,” Jace was writing ‘lying’ under the heading for enemas. “And we’ll also add that they’ll be part of bad baby weekends.”

  “Oh, Daddy we’re going to do more of those bad baby weekends? I didn’t like them.”

  “Yes, we’re going to discuss that in a minute. I know you didn’t like them, but its punishment. That’s the point of punishment. We’ll agree on what will and won’t happen on bad baby weekends. Then we’ll lay out what’ll initiate a bad baby weekend. But let’s finish this category.” He stopped and put a bullet point in front of the words temperature taking. Then he continued, “We haven’t done temperature taking. I think I see that as part of experimenting with medical play or something we can utilize on a good baby weekend.”

  “Yeah. I agree. I don’t see it as a punishment. But, I guess I should’ve said it would make a great punishment.” Gabby laughed and winked at Jace.

  “I believe we’ve already stated what happens to naughty little girls. Behave! Okay. Three. Figging. We have definitely done figging. Personally, I have found it to be a very useful punishment for your bad language and mouthiness. And, if I remember correctly, the fermented ginger was particularly effective. Right, Gabby Girl?”

  Gabby furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest, letting him know that she wasn’t happy about where this discussion was going.

  Jace leaned over and tapped her cheek with his forefinger, “You were wiggling around and mewling pretty good during your figging on the ship.”

  Gabby’s response was to growl low in her throat. “It hurt, Daddy.”

  “I know baby. But it’s been two weeks and you haven’t gotten mouthy or swore since, have you?”

  “No, I’ve been good.” She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly.

  “Okay, next topic. Four. Bottles, pacifiers, baby food. You did fine with all of those didn’t you? I mean for a good baby weekend, the food and drink may be liquid or mashed, but it is good food. Milkshakes, yogurt, apples, puddings, etc. No problems there.” He marked another bullet for good baby food and marked all are okay. “All right. Now for bad baby weekends, were the foods okay?”

  “Well, again it is all relative. I didn’t like any of them. But Daddy, I definitely can’t eat the strained green beans or carrots. Please tell me that you won’t give me those?”

  Jace grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it, “When you ask that nicely and without manipulation, the answer is always yes baby. Absolutely.” He marked under bad baby food, No Green Beans and No Carrots.

  “Five. Now we need to discuss what initiates a bad baby or good baby weekend. What behaviors or incidents would bring on either of these? I think any behavior that you have been spanked for two or more times, initiates a bad baby weekend. Or if you endanger your health. What do you think?”

  “Wait. So if I get spanked for swearing twice and then swear a third time, I would get a bad baby weekend?”

  “Yes, that’s what I’m thinking.”

  “No. Absolutely not, Jace. I’m not agreeing to that. Not for swearing. That’s too extreme.” She was vigorously shaking her head.

  He put his hands up to stay her rant. “Okay, hear me out. I am thinking that if discipline is going to work in a situation you’ll react and stop the behavior. If it doesn’t stop with spanking then we need to bring it to a stricter level to get your behavior to stop.”

  “I know what you mean, Jace, but it’s so much. How about if I don’t stop after two sessions with a cane or switch? Those are usually the most severe punishments you give me. So if I don’t stop after two of those sessions, then we’ll institute a bad baby weekend.”

  Jace nodded, “I like it. That would work. Okay, we’ll go through a progression of severity for your discipline and after two severe sessions, we will move to a bad baby weekend. And anything that jeopardizes your health. Drinking and driving, texting, climbing up on a roof or any other ridiculous thing you might do to put yourself in danger.”

  “Okay. I agree to those. Now can we discuss what would make for a good baby weekend?�
�� She smiled at him, pointing at the next topic on his legal pad.

  “Six. Good baby weekends. If you can go a full month without a spanking, you would get a good baby weekend. Whenever you get a contract, meet a deadline, good performance appraisal. Those are the ones I can think of. Do you have others to add?”

  “Or if I ask for one?” She dropped her eyes, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

  Jace put a finger under her chin so she had to look at him, “Absolutely, Baby. You ask and the weekend is yours. No questions.” Gabby blushed giving him a small smile and made kissy lips at him.

  Jace cleared his throat shaking off his arousal and said, “Seven. Clothing and Diapers. We already discussed this on the ship, but I want to clarify for the contract. Clothes are okay as long as they are done in private, correct?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I don’t want to be seen at all ever and I want all the blinds closed even at home.”

  “No problem, girlie. Diapers. We agreed that this isn’t for us. That you’ll wear diapers as part of the humiliation of bad baby weekend or even good baby weekend, but you’ll not be required to use them. You’ll have to ask permission to use the bathroom and you are never allowed to use it on your own, correct?”

  Gabby blushed again, shaking her head. “It’s just so hard to even talk about this. I just can’t believe what I have agreed to. But… yes, I will ask permission to use the bathroom on baby weekends.

  Jace put his hand on her thigh, “I know sweetie. As a CEO this has to be difficult. But we had such a good time with this and our relationship grew. I feel like our trust has gone to a completely new level in our marriage. And I saw a contentment in you that I have never seen before. It is important that we come to an agreement before another weekend. I want you fully on board and consenting. And you know you can safe word at any time with anything we have talked about. Just say the word baby and it all stops.

  Chapter One

  Nine days earlier

  Gabrielle and Jace were so excited for their week long Little Princess Cruise; they had been feeling alone in the Daddy/little area of their life and were hoping to make some lasting friendships on this trip. Gabby (as she was called when she was his little girl) and Jace had been married for six years and had slowly evolved into the age play arena. They knew when they met that domestic discipline was something they desired in their marriage and it had worked well. Over time, however, they became aware that there was a side of their relationship that was only fulfilled with age play scenes, and there were many days they wished there were other couples around to discuss their questions and concerns. Gabby knew that Jace desired this as much as she did.

  The one area that they struggled with—not often, but enough—was the fact that Gabby was Jace’s boss during the week. Gabby came from wealth and carried herself that way. Jace said he had been attracted to her grace and power. He loved nothing more than harnessing power. It was like catching the wind or roping a bull. The challenge was attractive to him and he loved watching a powerful woman submit and give up control. The advertising business that she owned was a family business. Her father had started it from the ground up and spent many years training Gabrielle at his knee.

  She was definitely Daddy’s girl and adored her father, but her father often succumbed to Gabrielle’s manipulation and tears.

  One day in a meeting, before Jace and Gabby had begun dating, Gabby and her father were reviewing year-end statistics, budgets, and plans for the upcoming year. Gabby’s father was not pleased with one of the spending accounts and became angry, looking Gabrielle’s way with concern and disappointment.

  “Gabrielle, you know that’s an exorbitant amount of money to be spent on supplies and coffee for the building. I never allowed such frivolity. I’m still the owner of this business and I can and will use my power to show my only child how to run a business if I feel it’s necessary. Is it necessary that I intervene and take over the spending accounts, Gabrielle Marie?”

  She swallowed, looking at the staff present for this uncomfortable interchange. “No, Daddy. It isn’t necessary. I’ve been running this business and making a profit for three years now. You said you were proud of me. Aren’t you still proud of me?” Gabby’s eyes were welling with tears and she grabbed a tissue and held it to her lips. If she looked away and let a tear fall down her face, her father would back down. He always did.

  “Yes, Gabrielle, of course I’m pleased with you and I’m always proud of my baby girl. If you need me to help you, you’ll let me know, right? You won’t hesitate to ask your daddy questions, right?”

  Gabby smiled, putting the tissue into the trash and quickly ran over to her daddy, kissing him on the cheek and said. “I always rely on you, Daddy, you know that. You’re the smartest and best person I know for business. I couldn’t do this without you! Mwah!” she kissed him loudly and walked out of the office with a lilt to her step.

  Later the same day, Gabby had to go to Jace’s office to check on some advertising work he was doing. She walked in and was greeted with a stern look. At least that’s what Gabby thought the look was. He had dropped his chin and leaned back in his leather chair, tapping a pencil on his desktop.

  “Are you better, Gabrielle?” Jace asked with one eyebrow raised.

  “Better? What do you mean?” Gabby’s eyebrows were furrowed and she genuinely felt confused by the question.

  “Your father had you so upset at the meeting this morning. You were in tears. I was concerned that your spirit had been injured or that your father mistreated you on a regular basis. Are any of those the case?”

  “Oh, that! That was nothing.” Gabby waved her hand at him to stress the unimportance of the tears. “I was just upset that he was questioning my ability to run the business. If I start crying, he backs off and then I get to do things as I’d planned originally.”

  “That’s what I suspected.” Jace’s lips thinned and he closed his eyes briefly in what looked like disgust. “What you need is to have your bottom tanned but good, little girl.”

  “What? What did you just say to me?”

  “You heard me. I said you need to have your bottom tanned.” He leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on the desk. “If I was your father, you wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a long time after that display.”

  “Well, I never—”

  “No, you obviously never have or you’d have known better at this age. You should have been taught years ago to not play with someone’s emotions with tears. It’s the same as lying and in my book requires the same stern discipline one would receive for lying.”

  “Well, thankfully you aren’t the person who has to worry about it.” Gabby lifted her chin as a show of disdain for his opinion.

  “No, you’re right. It’s not my concern at all. But someone needs to take you in hand and if it isn’t going to be your father, it needs to be someone who isn’t so easily manipulated.”

  Gabby wasn’t even sure how to respond to that, she just stared at him flabbergasted.

  While she was quiet and there was a lull in conversation, Jace said “So, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight or some night this week? Maybe we can discuss your need for discipline further.”

  “You know what, Jace? You can go to hell. I’ve no interest in discussing my relationship with my father or how he does or doesn’t treat me. Thank you, sir. Good day!”

  She turned quickly and left the office, feeling the blush rise on her neck. How dare he threaten her with a spanking! Had she shown her desire to be spanked? How did he know that she wanted to be spanked?

  He does have huge hands and he’s big enough to throw me over his lap. Finally a man bigger than I am…

  She was initially stunned and couldn’t get past her anger toward him. But as the days wore on she was unable to hide the attraction she felt for this strong man that had zero tolerance for her misbehavior. She longed to have someone take her in hand. As a tall and curvy woman, she found it difficult to find a ma
n who was taller than her or stronger. Jace had the body presence to make her feel like a little girl, which was what she had wanted for years. Because her father saw her as a business partner at a very young age, she felt that she had missed out on a lot of her childhood and longed to have a daddy that saw her as more than a business partner or a professional. She wanted someone who saw her as cute, sweet, adorable, and someone who wouldn’t allow her to bully people or manipulate situations in her life. Jace appeared to be that man.

  * * *

  After thinking for four days, Gabby finally decided she needed to swallow her pride and see if Jace wanted to go out to dinner. The attraction was obvious. She just needed to take a deep breath and walk in there and ask.

  Gabby could feel her heart beating in her throat, almost like it was going to beat out of her chest. She stood in front of Jace’s oak office door and took a cleansing breath, closed her eyes, and knocked on the door with a confidence she didn’t fully feel at the moment.

  Jace’s deep voice called out, “Come in.”

  Gabby pushed open the door and immediately smelled his cologne. He looked amazing in a dark blue suit and pink dress shirt. She noted that he had taken his tie off at some point during the afternoon. He smiled her way and immediately stood, “Gabrielle, how are you?”

  He rounded his desk and met her, lightly grasping her elbow and pointing to a chair, “Please sit. What brings you here to see me? Did I forget something?”

  Jace sat down opposite her and crossed his long legs left over right and leaned back casually. Gabby swallowed fighting the urge to let her thoughts wander as she stared at his muscular thighs and his long, slender fingers. She cleared her throat and forced herself to focus on the reason for her visit. “No. No, you didn’t forget anything. I was just—I was wondering—would you—” She let out a sigh of exasperation and peeked at Jace who was sitting with a smirk on his face. “Is the offer still on the table for dinner?”