The Little Princess Cruise Page 11

“Please, Tim! I want you in me. Please!”

  “I will, sweetie. In due time. You’ll enjoy it better if it’s delayed.”

  “Nooooo!”

  He pulled himself up, kissing her collar bone and just under her chin. In this position, her knees were resting on her chest and she was wide open for him. She felt so exposed and her clit was open and sensitive to any movement. He lifted his hips and his cock once again slid through her lips up to her clit. He had it laying completely between her lips, sliding up and down—but not entering. Finally, he raised up and made eye contact with her as he slid into her opening, pushed in as far as he was able to go. She felt completely filled and could barely breathe with the length and girth of him filling her. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he swiveled his hips around and around, his cock stroking against her G-spot. Then, with no warning, she fell over the precipice and felt herself squirt, screaming with her release. Her hips convulsed and she felt them pound on him as he thrust quickly into her. She felt his body stiffen as he rushed forward, pushed her knees back against her neck, her body reacting to the warmth of his seed filling her, her pussy spasmed as another orgasm overtook her.

  They rested in this position, catching their breath and enjoying the feeling of coming down from their sexual high.

  “Legs. I can’t feel my legs. I need to move them, please.”

  “Oh! Sorry, babe. Here let me move.” He pulled out and fell onto his back and pulled her over to lay on top of him. She loved the feel of his strong body under her, his sticky semi-erect cock on her belly, still pulsing and jerking as he stroked her back lightly. She felt herself slowly drifting off to sleep as he rubbed her bottom and back.

  “How’s your bottom, sweetie? Is it still sore?”

  “Only a little sore. Why?”

  “I saw when I pulled your panties off that it was a little pink and wondered if it still hurt, that’s all. Nothing more. You better get up and go to the bathroom. You’ll get a bladder infection if you don’t.”

  “The hazards of being married to a physician’s assistant.”

  He lightly swatted her bottom. “Only because I care for you. I don’t want to see you get a bladder infection. Now go!”

  “Okay, geesh! Daddies can be so mean.”

  “You don’t know mean.”

  * * *

  While she was gone, Tim set the thermometer, Vaseline, and wipes on the night stand. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.

  When Lilly came out of the bathroom and saw him sitting there, her eyes widened “Am I getting another spanking?”

  “No, sweetie. Remember? I told you because you apologized so beautifully that you would be rewarded tonight. I’m giving you your reward now.”

  “But I thought the awesome sex was my reward.”

  He smiled. “Well, thank you for the compliment. But no. I’ve got something else in mind.”

  She turned and looked at the night stand and stood frozen for a second and then he saw a smile play at her lips.

  “That’s right, Lovey, c’mon over and lay over my lap.” She slowly made her way over to him and actually looked a little nervous about it. It surprised him, they’d talked and talked about this, and she was the one who had pushed it.

  “Lilly Love, are you okay with this? Are you ready?”

  “I think so. It just feels weird. And, I don’t want you doing this if you aren’t ready too. I don’t want you uncomfortable and thinking I’m pushing you.”

  “Sweetie, my only hesitation wasn’t knowing if you were ready, and trying to reconcile my feelings professionally and in my marriage. But after talking to Captain Garrett, he convinced me that utilizing skill, is utilizing skill. We all come to the bedroom with different skills levels from different past experiences. Mine just happen to come from not only my personal life, but my professional life too. I’m not doing untoward things at work; I’m only bringing my experience from work to my home life to make my wife happy.

  “If you’re ready and comfortable with this, Lovey, let’s get started.” She slowly smiled and then crawled over his lap. He pushed her bottom forward so she was over his left leg and her body was on the bed. “Are you comfortable, sweetie?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Tim reached over and grabbed a blob of Vaseline, pulling her cheeks apart with the other hand while he lightly covered her dark hole with the Vaseline, then worked it into her bottom with his forefinger. He slowly pushed his finger all the way in, watching and gauging her reactions.

  “Ohhh, Daddy. It burns a little.”

  “Only a little, I’m sure. Daddy has done more than this with your rosebud. I’m sure you’re fine. Relax, and let me in, baby.”

  He slid his hand under her and started manipulating her clit while his finger toyed with her anus. She started rocking her hips ever so slightly and her bottom clenched. He pulled his hand from her clit and swatted each cheek hard. “No clenching, Lilly. You know better. Relax your cheeks.”

  Slowly, she relaxed, and he pulled his finger out and slid the glass thermometer into her puckered hole. He held it between his fingers and rested his hand on her bottom. It was a show of control and possession. “Three minutes, so relax and no clenching or moving. You don’t want to get swatted during this, I’m sure.”

  They sat in silence for maybe thirty seconds but he could see she was thinking too much and making herself nervous.

  “Is it what you had hoped it would be, Lilly?”

  “I don’t know. It’s like all of it. It always feels weird at first. You know kind of uncomfortable and it just doesn’t seem like the fantasy. But when it’s over, I’m sure it’ll feel like the fantasy. Does that make sense?”

  “Yes, it makes total sense. We tend to romanticize things. We think it’ll be perfect and no uncomfortableness and when it’s a fantasy you aren’t thinking about how you look or feel, you just want it to happen. But in real life you’re stuck with your thoughts and feeling unsure. It’s okay, sweetie, I know what I’m doing and it’s going just as planned. And I’ve got to tell you, because I’m sure you’re concerned about it. You look absolutely adorable with your pink bottom that’s now sporting my handprint on each cheek and this thermometer sticking out of your bum. It’s hot as hell. Do you feel my cock on your belly? You appear to have me aroused again.”

  “I do feel you, as a matter of fact.” She giggled and it warmed his heart to see her relax into this, he wanted her to have fun and remember it with fondness.

  “Okay, let’s take this out.” He pulled it out of her bottom and read the temperature. “It’s normal, sweetie, as we expected. Here, let’s get you up. I want you to lay on the bed on your back.” He helped her stand and then kissed her nose when she gave him a confused look. He positioned her on her back. “Put your feet flat on the bed, knees up high. Put the heel of your feet right up to your bottom and let your thighs relax to the side.”

  Without hesitation, she did as she was asked.

  “You’re such a good little girl, Lilly. Daddy is so happy to have such an obedient little girl. Let Daddy check your clitty and see if it’s doing okay and functioning as it’s supposed to.”

  He pushed his fingers into her pussy and let her juices coat his fingers. “Daddy is going to make little circles around your clit to see if it hardens quickly.” He started by pressing on her clit and making one small circle. “It’s semi hard and in a pebble form, just like it’s supposed to be. I’m thinking that the temperature taking aroused you a little, huh?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Well, let’s see what this exam does.” He made more lazy circles around her clit and randomly stopped and tapped her clit and then leaned forward and blowed lightly over it. She lifted her hips to meet the air or pulled her thighs closed to stroke her clit with her lips.

  “Uh-uh, Lovey, keep your thighs open. No closing them, or Daddy will slap the inside of your thighs. That’d hurt, don’t you think?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Don’t do that, please.
I’ll keep them open.”

  “I hope so, baby.” Then, with no warning, he pulled on her clit and pushed the hood back, exposing it to the air in the room.

  “I want you to take two fingers and hold your pussy lips open, Lilly. Daddy wants to see your little clitty exposed and not covered.”

  She stared at him. He assumed she was thinking, wondering why. Maybe.

  When he raised an eyebrow, she quickly moved her right hand and put her forefinger and middle finger against her puffy lips, holding her pussy wide open for his view.

  “Very pretty.” He was inspecting and poking her as he said “The skin is pink as it should be. It may be a little darker pink than normal. But that’s to be expected when you’re aroused. The tissue is slick and moist with the juices from your weeping pussy, again as we expect. You’re never dry, are you sweetie?”

  “Not very often, no Daddy.”

  “Mmmmm that’s what I love about you. You’re always ready for Daddy. When I put my finger at the edge of your entrance, you clench and spasm just as expected. In addition, with your excitement your little bottom hole is winking regularly which is expected when you’re aroused and excited. Your clit is larger than when we started this exam, and the hood is completely pushed back.” He tapped her sensitive clit unexpectedly, and she involuntarily closed her thighs. When she realized what she did, she quickly opened them, and just as quickly, Daddy Tim slapped the inside of each thigh with a crisp, hard slap, leaving a bright red hand print on each thigh.

  “Ow! Oh, Daddy!” Her eyes welled with tears and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “What did Daddy tell you?”

  “To keep them open. I’m sorry.”

  “Okay. Let’s continue the exam. Now, I’m going to tap your clitty a couple more times, and if you’re able to keep your thighs open, we’ll see about rewarding you. As I said, the hood is pulled back and the clit is exposed. When I blow air on it, it pulses as expected. When I tap on the top of your clit, like this… Good girl, you kept your thighs open. When tapped, your hips involuntarily rise up. Normal. Okay, let’s get you your reward.” He leaned forward and blew on her clit and then pressed his finger into her little dark hole.

  “Does it feel good to have my finger in your bottom hole?”

  She was making a guttural sound deep in her throat, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I thought it would.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. He blew on her clit again, swirling circles around it—quicker and quicker and quicker until her abdomen muscles tightened and he felt her anal muscles spasm on his finger, at which point he pinched and pulled her clit at the same time. She screamed so loud and long that he was sure she’d lose her voice. He continued to massage her anal muscles until her spasms slowed, his lips sucking on her breasts the entire time. She had both her hands in his hair and kept rubbing his scalp, sighing in contentment.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, Lovey?”

  “Thank you for that. It was fabulous. I’m going to love having my own physician’s assistant.”

  “Remember that on bad baby weekends. I don’t think you’ll think the same thing.” He felt her stiffen next to him and he swore she was holding her breath. His little girl hated discipline, and more than that, she hated disappointing him.

  “We won’t think about that now, baby. You were a good girl and you did really well on your exam.”

  He pulled the covers up then, and they went to sleep entwined in each other, as lovers do.

  Chapter Ten

  After eating their lovely breakfast in the Captain’s Dining Room, the daddies walked their little girls to the pool area to spend the morning with Momma G for a morning of swimming and lazing around the pool, while they went to a seminar with Captain Garrett on Bad Baby/Good Baby Girl Weekends.

  Gabby was in love with her new friends and couldn’t believe the fun she was having with them. She just hoped she would be able to survive the escapade they’d planned for the afternoon.

  She must have shown apprehension, because she felt Jace’s finger under her chin “Hey girlie, what’s up? You look worried, sweetie. Tell Daddy why.”

  “I’m okay. Guess I just worry sometimes that I’ll goof up or something. You know… mean girls and stuff. I’ll be okay.”

  “You just make sure you aren’t one of the mean girls.” He paused and stared at her with warning. “You’ll be fine, Gabby Girl. You’ve been having fun with them. Just make sure you don’t get into trouble—getting spanked on this pool deck would be embarrassing as hell, I’m thinking.”

  Maybe she should back out, just tell the girls she didn’t want to get spanked? After all, the man had hands that were the size of dinner plates and the arm strength to make them feel like college paddles. She shimmied out of her shorts and tank top, and stood in front of him in her blue and pink patterned bathing suit.

  “There it is again. Something is bothering you sweetie, I wish you would tell me.”

  “I’m okay. Really. Go to your seminar and try to daydream and not pay attention, please.”

  He chuckled and gave her bikini clad bottom a swat. “Oh, I’ll be paying attention. I’ve learned from my boss that paying attention to detail matters. You should meet her someday. She’s a little troublesome and very mouthy, I think you would like her.”

  “Yes, you’ll have to introduce us someday.” She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder. “Go, enjoy your class. I’m fine. I’ll be nice and tan by the time you get back!”

  “I love you, sweetheart. I’m so glad we’ve got friends who understand our relationship. You have a good time. Behave!

  * * *

  Jace and the other men came into the room for their seminar and immediately began looking at the pacifiers, diapers, thermometers, bottom pacifiers, and assorted baby clothes that were set up on the table. There were even bottles and baby bibs. The men were a little uncomfortable with some of the items, and while some were quietly looking at the objects, others were chuckling.

  Michael grinned. “I wonder what the hell Meggie would do if I put this in her bottom?”

  Bob laughed. “Becca would have a conniption if I put her in a dress like this.”

  Captain Garrett came into the room dressed in his captain’s uniform, looking very fit and trim. He obviously kept himself in shape and exercised regularly. He started the meeting. “How many of you have implemented bad baby or good baby girl weekends?”

  None of the men raised their hands.

  Captain Garrett asked, “Have any of you taken your wife’s temperature or done an enema?”

  Jace raised his and noticed that there were a few raised hands besides his. He had on occasion taken Gabby’s temperature as an added humiliation punishment on days when Gabby was defiant and having difficulty in submission.

  “You’re off to a good start.” The Captain was walking around the room, nodding at the men. “Bad baby weekends reinforce who’s in charge, and that you’re responsible for them and their well-being. When they’re rebellious and fight your authority, or break any rules about their well-being, it’s time to institute a bad baby weekend.

  Michael asked, “So if they went out drinking and drove home after two drinks, a bad baby weekend would work well with that?”

  “Absolutely. It would reinforce that they haven’t made good decisions regarding their body and well-being. It gives you the ability to reinforce that you know what’s in their best interest.” The captain walked over to Michael’s table, “To reinforce this, you’ll take care of the needs of her body and health for the next two days. Every single aspect.”

  Bob said, “I deal with teen rebellion daily. Rebecca is very defiant. Are you sure this is okay, she won’t view it as abusive, right?”

  The Captain stated emphatically, “It’s by no means abusive. Abuse isn’t something we teach or support. This is bringing them back to the baby stage, so they know one hundred percent by Sunday afternoon that you’re there for them, you’ll tak
e care of them no matter what—and you won’t tolerate any defiance or rebelling against your authority.

  “Let me stress again, if you’re looking to be mean or abusive, this isn’t the class for you, and I’d further question your ability to even be a Daddy.” The captain stopped and looked at every man in the room to stress his point. “Daddies always, let me stress it again, always care for their littles. Your inner desire is to cuddle, nurture, feed, wash, play and meet any and all needs and desires of your little. Discipline is necessary and part of the relationship, but it isn’t the focus of your relationship. She likes the boundaries and knows that you won’t let her be anything less than her best. It comforts her. These are women who are independent, are in the workforce, have friends and families that make demands on them. As a result, they can be sassy and moody, but typically this happens when they’re over-stressed and over-worked. They want to relax and be taken care of.”

  Bob spoke up. “After I paddled Becca’s backside for her misbehavior yesterday in the mani/pedi room and her mouthiness, I did what you said. I held her and told her that I loved her and would never leave. She was in the crook of my arm and I kissed her on the nose and eyelids and she melted.” Bob looked around the room at the other men, who were all nodding and smiling back at him. “She smiled curling up in my arms and was… content. Just plain content. If that’s how she’ll be on baby weekends, I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Well, I think I did a little bit of the good baby last night. I rewarded Lilly for her obedience last night at the dinner with a medical play session. It was amazing.” The men were chuckling, some whistled and others clapped. Tim blushed and said, “You can joke all you want. Try it. It was awesome. I’m not actually sure who enjoyed it more.”

  Captain Garrett passed out pamphlets and informational packets that explained some of the implements and procedures that were recommended for either a bad baby or good baby weekend.

  “So, when they’re rebellious to the extreme and don’t straighten up and fly right after a discussion or two, or they’ve texted while driving, or had a drink or two and drove, these are the situations that you may both agree require a bad baby weekend.”