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  “And then when I went over to tell her I was sorry, she turned and smirked at all her friends as if to say ‘watch this, this will be a treat,’ or something like that. She was all smug and mean about it. Thankfully, my daddy saw and he said he was hoping that Mandy’s daddy saw too. I hope so. My bottom hurts, and she wasn’t nice about it. It made me feel silly.”

  “Well, I’ll tell you I bet everyone at the table knows she deserves to be spanked and I think she’s just one of those drama queens that look for trouble. I bet her daddy is sick of it too. I bet we could do something to make her sorry for how she treated you.”

  Lilly straightened up and looked to see what Daddy Tim and Michael were doing, if they heard she might get in trouble.

  “You better be careful. We could get in trouble just talking about it.”

  “Oh, Lilly, I do more than talk believe me. I’ll tell Molly and we’ll figure out something to get back at her. We’re a team now, and we aren’t going to let her get away with what she did to you. Besides, we were going to do a prank anyway, and this just gives us a good reason.”

  At that point, the salads were brought to the table. It was a beautiful garden salad with all the fixings, and little bowls with dressings were put on the table. Lilly turned to Meggie and said, “Who’s ‘we?’ You said ‘we’ were going to do a prank.”

  “Oh, it’s Molly and I. We love doing pranks.”

  “Aren’t you afraid of getting a spanking? I hate spankings.”

  “Well, we don’t like them when they’re happening, but we like the after. You know? We like that our daddies take care of us and make sure we’re behaving.”

  “But can’t you just ask to cuddle? That’s what I do. I only get good girl spankings, most of the time.”

  “There’s no fun in that! We like the challenge of seeing if we can get away with it. You know… the thrill. Your heart is racing and you’re close to being caught, but at the last minute you get away with it. It’s so much fun.”

  “I guess. I like watching. I’ll watch you two do a prank, how about that?”

  “Nope. Not allowed. You’re part of us. We’ll all do our first prank together, tomorrow.”

  Daddy Michael leaned over her shoulder. “What did you just say? Did you say prank, Meggie Mine?”

  Lilly blanched. Oh, God, here we go. They’ll both be in trouble for sure.

  Meggie, without skipping a beat said, “Oh, hi Daddy. No, I said ‘we drank together.’ I was telling her about Molly and I drinking margaritas, and the spanking we got for it. “

  “Yeah, that was a bad night. Thankfully, there hasn’t been a repeat of that.” Michael shook his head and kissed her shoulder lightly, turning back to his conversation with Jace and Gabby.

  Lilly looked up at the ceiling. “My God, that was a little too close for me.”

  “That? That was nothing. You have to get a thicker hide. Wait until tomorrow!”

  * * *

  After dinner had been served and everyone was full, the dancing began. All the girls danced a slow dance with their daddies, and then they had a fast dance with each other. Considering that each of the girls had imbibed more than their share of punch, it was decided it was time to go to the ladies room.

  That was when the plan started its formulation.

  “Look, it would be the first formal prank we do as a group,” Meggie said, addressing the gathered girls. “I mean we’re all going to be friends and neighbors. It would help us bond. We have to find something that’s fun to do, and something that isn’t dangerous or would really hurt anyone.”

  Molly laid her hand on Meggie’s shoulder and interjected: “Well, I was thinking that it would be funny to turn everyone blue. You know blue like the girl on the Willy Wonka. I was thinking that we could put blue Jell-O in the hot tub and swimming pool. Or we could find blue dye in the kitchen and put a couple bottles in the pool. No one would know, they’d think the pool was really a pretty blue and when they came out they’d be totally blue.”

  Becca laughed. “That’d be freaking awesome! I’d love to see my daddy all blue. As long as I had nothing to do with it. I can’t even imagine how mad he would be when he returned to work from vacation all blue. He would be livid. But shit, that’d be amazing!”

  Gabby had to snicker just thinking of Jace with blue skin. He wouldn’t be happy either. But it was funny to think about. Gabby spoke up. “Yeah, but what would happen to the pool if there was Jell-o in it? Would it clog up the filter?”

  Becca sneered, “Oh Christ, seriously? Who cares? It would be fun, and it would piss them off. That’s the point, isn’t it? Who cares about money or inconvenience or trouble? It’s about the fun. The thrill of it all. Are you always a wet blanket, Gabby? ‘Cause I hate wet blankets.”

  “No,” Gabby said, her eyes narrowing. “No, as a matter of fact, I’m not a wet blanket. I tend to be pretty impulsive… well, at least with my mouth. I just worry about things like that. When you run a business, you start realizing how expensive things are, and how much they cost to fix.”

  “Oh, great,” Becca said, rolling her eyes “We’ve got a prima donna here. You own your own business. Well, la-tee-dah! Whoopty freaking doo! Get the stick out of your ass, and have some fun. Unless you’re chicken. Are ya’ chicken, Gabby Duck?”

  “Hey, listen here, bitch! I’m not Gabby Duck, and I’m not chicken. I like to think things through. You’re getting me riled. If you don’t stop, I’m going to leave this bathroom, or we’ll end up in a fight.”

  “Hey, hey,” Becca said, holding up her hands. “I’m sorry. I always go too far. Really, I didn’t mean it. You’re not going to tell are ya? I mean… I’ve already gotten in trouble today. And if I have anything to do about it, I really don’t want to upset my daddy anymore today.” Becca gave her a worried smile. “Are we okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” Gabby reluctantly forgave her as she knew that she could’ve been the one not watching her mouth, just as easily Becca. “We’re good. I already got spanked today too. I don’t want to get in trouble either.”

  “Okay,” Meggie said. “I was thinking of doing something like putting too much cayenne pepper in the chili for tomorrow’s lunch.”

  “How the fuck do you know there is chili for lunch tomorrow?” Becca put her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at Meggie with her chin raised.

  “Because I listened, duh! And how come you get to swear like that? I’d be blowing bubbles and walking funny forever if I swore like you. Am I the only one here who can’t swear like that?”

  All the girls nodded, and Gabby said, “There is no way that Jace would let me talk like that. Even when I’m at work, where I’m his supervisor, I’m not allowed to talk like that. I’ve learned that the hard way, and spent the evening ‘blowing bubbles,’ as you say.”

  “Well, that’s your fucking problem,” Becca said. “I didn’t choose to be a toddler, or little kid. I chose to be a teenager—and teenagers act like this! He gets in a mood every now and then and paddles me for language, but overall, I’ve got him hoppin’ with all sorts of shit. My language isn’t any issue. Sorry, babies!”

  Everyone, including Gabby, just stared at her.

  Well, isn’t that a fine howdy do. Why didn’t I think of being a teenager? Gabby thought. It was something to ponder. But she liked being little and coloring and watching cartoons. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be angry and rebelling all the time.

  “Okay, so what are we doing?” Gabby cocked her head looking at each of the girls, “Are we doing one of those or are we doing both?”

  “I think we should do both,” Becca said. “I mean, not everyone will be in the dining room for lunch, and this way we get everyone on the ship. Well, just about everyone. And if we’re trying to piss off Princess Amanda, we aren’t really sure where she’ll be at that time either. I’d need someone to help me. I’m thinking that while most of the people are in the dining room, I and my cohort in crime can put the blue dye and Jell-O in the water, a
nd then you guys can do what you need to do in the kitchen.”

  Gabby raised her hand. “I can be your cohort for the blue water. It actually sounds like fun! I never get to do fun things like this. I’m pretty sure Jace will kill me. He loves humiliation. It scares me a little to think about it. But at the same time, I’m kind of excited thinking about it. You may be a bad influence, Meggie!”

  “Well,” Meggie said, with a cute, contagious laugh. “I guess that leaves Lilly, Molly and me. We’ll get into the kitchen and add the cayenne pepper to the chili. Deal. I’m sure our daddies will be mad, but we’re a team and we’ll take our punishment together as a team.”

  They all high fived each other, and made their way out of the bathroom. When they came out, Daddy Jace and Daddy Michael were standing just outside the door with their arms crossed over their chests, legs in a wide stance. There was just enough room for all five of the girls to come out of the bathroom, yet still feel like they were a safe distance away from the two men.

  “Oh, Hi, Daddy.” Gabby did a little wave to Jace and smiled.

  “Oh, Hi Gabby.” Jace mocked. “Whatcha been doin’ in there? Mmmm? You girls have been gone a long time. We were all thinking that you were concocting a plan, or getting into mischief in there.” Jace made sure to give a warning look to each of the girls in front of him. “I’m not going to get a call that you plugged all the toilets, am I?”

  “Silly, Daddy,” Gabby said, smiling sweetly. “No. We were doing nothing. There are no plugged toilets, I promise.”

  “I’m not so sure” Daddy Michael said, stepping forward toward Meggie with an eyebrow raised. “Meggie Mine. Truth. What were you doing in there?”

  “Talking, Daddy. Just talking.” Meggie gave him a cute little smile.

  “I better not find out different.” Michael wagged his finger at her. “You remember what happens in our house if you’re lying? Tell your new friends what happens when you’re lying.”

  “Daddy, do I—” Meggie wrung her hands, and Gabby felt bad for her. But when she saw how big and stern Daddy Michael was, she actually started to feel afraid for poor Meggie.

  “Yes, you do. Now”

  “I get spanked with the lying paddle.” Meggie couldn’t even look him in the eye. She looked down at the carpet, and the embarrassment of it all made Gabby stare at the carpet too. It was burgundy with gold and black swirls in it and she found herself mesmerized with the patterns, trying to avoid looking at Daddy Michael.

  Gabby was very aware that her own daddy was staring at her, closely watching her reaction as the situation unfolded.

  Daddy Michael continued. “And if you’re lying right now, Meggie, I’ll buy a new lying paddle here in the gift store.”

  “As will I,” Jace said, his voice a threatening rumble. “Do you want to amend your statement, Gabby Girl?”

  Gabby stared at him long enough that Jace dipped his chin looking at her. “No, Daddy. We’re doing nothing. I promise.”

  “Okay, Girlie. C’mon, let’s go back to dancing and enjoy our evening.”

  The girls danced and laughed, trying to prove to their Daddies that everything was normal, while they planned and plotted how they were going to get the dye, Jell-O and cayenne pepper for the prank.

  Chapter Nine

  Lilly and Tim entered their room, both of them sighing in exhaustion. It had been a beautiful evening. The food was amazing, dancing was great, and they’d made new friends. Finally, they had Daddy/little girl friends. It was a good feeling. In addition, Tim had told her that he had discussed medical play with Captain Garrett, and he’d told her he was willing to give it a try.

  “I believe someone has a reward coming to her for a beautiful and sincere apology.” Tim walked up to Lilly and kissed her neck.

  “I believe you may be right, Daddy.”

  He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around to unzip her dress. She felt very feminine in the pink dress, and loved her hair pulled up into the bun atop her head. It reminded her of her days in ballet. With her hair up, she thought it made her neck look so long and elegant.

  Tim’s breath was warm on her skin, and he started nibbling and licking his way up her neck until he kissed the soft area behind her ear. The tip of his tongue then slipped into her ear canal, her clit throbbing in sympathetic response. She couldn’t contain her moan, and instinctually pressed her bottom against his pelvis, feeling his cock press into the cleft of her bottom. His arm wrapped around her, his fingers stroking her clit. They continued to grind against one another as he lightly bit her shoulder. She actually growled and then heard Tim chuckle.

  “I believe Lillianna is feeling a little aroused, am I right?” Tim had both hands inside her bra and was kneading her flesh.

  “Stop teasing me, and get these fucking clothes off of me!” Lilly was trying to extricate his hands, trying to take her clothes off.

  Tim tapped her lips with his forefinger, “Uh-uh, no swearing.”

  “Funny, you should say that. Tonight, Becca was swearing like a sailor, and when we asked her how she got away with that, she said it’s because she chose to be a teenager and not a toddler.” Lilly put her hands on her hips, “Would you let me swear if I decided I wanted to be fourteen?”

  “No. I wasn’t allowed to swear at fourteen.” Tim shook his head, “Hell, I couldn’t swear at eighteen in my house. How about you?”

  “No. I couldn’t swear at all. I remember slipping up once when I was fifteen—I’d dropped a can of soup on my toe and just blurted it out. My father threatened to soap my mouth at that age. But Becca said it was because she’s rebelling enough that Daddy Bob has his hands full, and has decided that swearing is the least of her issues.”

  “Don’t even think about it, little girl, I won’t tolerate it at all.” He shook his finger at her and with a mischievous grin said, “You’ll walk around with a very sore bottom and after what I discussed with Captain Garrett today, I might decide to institute bad baby weekends if you did that.”

  She stared at him.

  Bad baby weekends? Oh my God!

  She felt her juices soaking her panties. “What’s that, Daddy?”

  “It’s a weekend where you would receive any—or all—of the following things: enemas, temperature taking, medical exams, diapers, bottles, mushy baby food, several nap times, orgasm denial, and of course, spankings.

  “Oh God, Tim, that sounds… amazing. And it sounds so scary to me at the same time. Is that weird? Is it weird that I feel both of those emotions hearing those words?”

  “No, sweetie. I think it’s a normal reaction. Just talking about doing these things with you has me hard. Here, feel.” He grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch. He was rock hard. She pressed the heel of her hand into his bulge, and started kissing him aggressively, her tongue dancing with his, while she ground her hand on him. She took her forefinger and ran it lightly up and down his cock through his dress pants. On her third pass over the length of his cock, she kept the finger going until it passed over his balls, and she pressed the tip of her finger over his anus through his dress pants. She heard his breath hitch, and a low growl in the back of his throat.

  “Shit!” Tim said between gritted teeth. She pressed insistently and started tapping at the back entrance while the heel of her hand rested on his balls and she lightly lifted her hand to press his balls into his body. His hips jerked forward and immediately he pulled her hand up and started ripping at his dress pants until they were undone and in a puddle at his feet. He pulled them off completely. He unzipped her dress and pulled it down so that it could join his pants and underwear in a pile on the floor. He walked up to her, placed his thumbs into the elastic top of her thigh highs and slowly, very slowly, pushed them down her legs. He stopped and lightly bit at the back of her knee, chuckling when her legs started to shake.

  He looked up at her. “Time to take off the other one, honey.” He hooked his finger into each side, and slowly slid the stocking down, trailing another
finger on her skin, all the way down. When he slipped the last stocking off her foot, he nibbled and licked his way up her leg, stopping to nip the back of her knee and the inside of her thigh. She couldn’t resist—and Tim didn’t have rules against it—so she put her hand inside her panties and stroked her clit while he made his way up her leg. Her forefinger was soon drenched with her juices, and she let it glide around and around the little nub. She felt herself rising and climbing toward her climax.

  “Hey, don’t start without me, besides that’s my job. I’m here to take care of that, Lillianna.” They didn’t use their Daddy/little girl roles when they were having sex; they both were more comfortable as Tim and Lillianna.

  Tim pulled her panties down, and buried his nose in her pussy. He rubbed his nose right on her clit and she grabbed his shoulders to keep her balance. She shivered with the excitement of it as he alternated between sucking her clit, and sliding the tip of his tongue into her opening, the thrust of his tongue mimicking his cock.

  He quickly stood up and pushed her back onto the mattress, sliding her to the middle of the bed. Grabbing her thighs, he pushed them up and insinuated himself between them, her lower legs draped over his shoulders. Tim teased her opening with his cock, sliding it over and around her entrance but not entering. He pressed it onto her clit and then pulled away and sucked on her breasts and licked his way down to her navel. She was beside herself and raised her hips to find him and force him to enter her. He adeptly kept moving and teasing. He slid in an inch but never more, his hands on her hips kept her immobile on the mattress. She heard herself moan in frustration and tension.