The Little Princess Cruise Page 13

  “Geez, how could you not be clear? You’re freaking shouting and your face is beet red. Christ.”

  Jace, hearing her retort, stood behind her, his hand squeezing her hard at the junction of neck and shoulder, his voice a quiet, intimidating rumble. “Enough, Rebecca Lynne!”

  Captain Garrett was livid—Jace could actually see the captain’s hand twitching—and Jace felt the same way. “My God. If you were mine, little girl, you wouldn’t be sitting for the rest of the trip. I’ll be speaking to your daddy, and you’ll be punished for your mouth, believe me. Do yourself a favor and shut it. Now!”

  Daddy Bob came up to Becca, grasping her arm and said, “I thought the punishments you received yesterday would be your incentive. Looks like we both were wrong. You are in for another blistering when we get back to the cabin. You are going to learn to curb your mouth. I think I will be asking Jace what he does with Gabby for her mouth and follow his recommendations. I believe I heard something about ginger.” He looked at Jace and they both winked at each other, knowing what Becca had to look forward to. Becca looked up at Jace with concern and he rested his hand on her shoulder saying, “I think you will be a very quiet and contrite girl tomorrow, Becca.”

  The captain stalked off toward the pool deck. Jace stood watch over the girls, pacing around the table with his hands clasped behind his back, stopping and staring at each one in turn until they dropped their gazes.

  Every once in a while Jace would see one of the daddies come over to talk to their little girl.

  Daddy Michael said to Meggie, “Megan Elizabeth, this has your name all over it. I am going to be purchasing a lying paddle before this day is done and you will be paddled for lying to me last night.” He squatted next to her chair, so he was eye level saying, “You were making plans last night in the bathroom weren’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I don’t want a spankin’.”

  “Too late for that, Meggie Mine. Keep your bottom in that chair and your mouth shut until I tell you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Meggie dropped her head

  Next Daddy Tim came up to Lilly, wrapping his hand on her upper arm pulling her into a standing position saying “I’m not sure what your part in this has been, but when I find out you will be a very sorry little girl. We may have to try a punishment enema tonight.”

  Lilly was openly weeping at this point with her hands over her face, “D-daddy, I’m so sorry.”

  “Sit. Now. We’ll discuss this in detail later. Behave!”

  Jace continued walking around the table gauging reactions and demeanor of the girls.

  Becca spoke up with her chin raised and openly defiant of orders to be quiet that were given by the captain and Daddy Jace, “Why do you all think we had anything to do with this? We’re being blamed for something we didn’t even do. Seriously, I could probably sue. Right Lilly? You work in a law firm, I could sue them for accusing me wrongly, right?”

  Lilly just stared at Becca, then dropped her head.

  Jace locked his gaze with Becca’s. “I think that was my answer. We’ll figure this out, but guilt is written all over your faces. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you were told once, little girl, that your time to shut up was now. I swear if you don’t keep that mouth shut, we’ll find something to fill it—like a nice bar of soap.”

  Within moments, a staff member approached them, his lips a grim line. “The captain wants all you men and your little girls up on the pool deck, immediately.”

  Jace led the group up the stairs to the pool deck while looking for his little girl. Meanwhile the other girls and their daddies walked in a very slow and somber fashion up the stairs. It surprised Jace how stern Daddy Brad sounded when talking to Miss Molly, he seemed so even keeled, but she had him upset today. “Miss Molly, if you and Meggie had something to do with this, you will be a very sorry little girl.” Jace heard some of the girls weeping behind him and low rumble of male voices as they climbed the narrow passageway to the pool deck.

  Jace found Gabby and walked up to her and saw that her hands were covered with blue dye. He just stared in disbelief. “Tell me you had nothing to do with the blue dye? You’re smarter than that. Please, tell me that you thought of the consequences of this misbehavior and decided to be Daddy’s good girl. What in the name of hell happened?”

  Gabby stared at him, her lip quivering, then dropped her eyes. That was his answer. How did this happen? Did she want friends so bad that she decided to disobey to make new friends? This was just beyond his comprehension.

  * * *

  “I want all of you girls seated here. Now.” The captain jabbed a long finger at the row of reclining deck chairs set in a line against the wall of the pool deck. “We’re going to ask you a few questions.”

  The girls took their seats quickly, not making a sound. The plastic on the recliners felt cold on Gabby’s bottom and she was thankful for it, knowing her bottom would not feel cool for long.

  The captain stood before them with a cane in his hand, flanked by a menacing line of daddies to either side of him, their legs shoulder-width apart, muscular arms crossed over each chest. It was a wall of testosterone. And then, to make matters worse, Gabby heard footsteps and saw Momma G and the chef coming over.

  Oh God, Daddy’s going to kill me. I may never walk or sit again.

  Gabby looked over at Becca. She looked worried too. Yup, they were sunk. If Becca was looking worried, their bottoms were toast.

  The captain nodded toward Momma G. “I’m hearing that the girls asked to see the kitchen and wanted to see how things worked.” He turned, looking each girl in the face. “Is this true, Momma G?”

  “Yes, sir. Becca called me over and said they wanted to see the kitchen and watch the cooks because they’re signed up for a cooking class in Warrenton, Virginia, their hometown.”

  “Is that true, Daddy Bob? Are they signed up for a cooking class?”

  Before Daddy Bob could answer, Becca interrupted. “Wait a damn minute. I can speak for myself, and I’m telling you that we’re talking about taking a cooking—”

  “Stop! Now! I’m not, young lady, talking to you. I’m talking to your daddy.” Captain Garrett looked over at Daddy Bob. “You need to have a serious bad baby weekend with this little brat. She needs to be spanked, paddled, plugged, figged, soaped, diapered, and given the opportunity to submit like no woman I’ve ever seen. She’s screaming to be tamed and tanned. She’s begging for limits, boundaries, and discipline. Little girl, I want you to keep your mouth shut, or I’m going to ask permission from your daddy to cane your bottom. Am I making myself clear?”

  Gabby didn’t think any of the girls were even breathing. She certainly wasn’t. The deck was completely silent, and Gabby now saw just why he was Captain Garrett and not civilian Garrett. He knew how to run a ship, and every one of the girls was petrified of him—and his cane—at that point. Even Becca looked subdued by his chilling pronouncement.

  “Yes, sir.” Becca kept her eyes down, her dark lashes wet with tears.

  “Bob, I’m sorry if that sounded harsh and a criticism of you or your little girl.” The captain extended a hand toward Becca, palm up. “It’s just when a woman is seeking boundaries and discipline, she tends to act just like Rebecca Lynne here. I think with consistent discipline and love she’ll come around to be the submissive woman you’re seeking. And, as we discussed today, nothing shows your authority, dominance and unconditional love like a bad baby weekend. We’ll discuss this further this afternoon. Now for the matter at hand. Did the girls sign up for a cooking class, that you know of?”

  “No, sir.” Bob replied, “They haven’t and this is the first I’ve even heard of it.”

  “As I suspected.” The captain turned to the chef. “You do an inventory of your supplies every morning and every evening so you know what to purchase for the next day, correct?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And what was the status of your blue food dye, Jell-O,
and cayenne pepper last night, this morning and just now?”

  “We had five bottles of blue dye last night and this morning,” The Chef looked over at the girls and scowled, “However, we have none as of a half hour ago. Last night and this morning we had twenty two boxes of blue Jell-O and now we’ve got four. We had one large bottle of cayenne pepper last night and this morning, and now we have none. I’d like to point out that while the girls were watching the cooks”—Chef turned and looked at Lilly and pointed—“I found Miss Lilly looking at the spices in the spice pantry and she said she was curious about them. Now, I find that suspicious, but at the time I thought she was just curious.”

  Daddy Tim’s eyes narrowed and he adjusted his stance. “You did what? Did you take the cayenne pepper? My well-behaved little girl. The one who rarely gets in trouble. You were the one to put cayenne in the chili?”

  Gabby felt bad for Lilly. She was shaking so badly, she couldn’t seem to speak. Instead, the girl just nodded her head, tears were pouring down her face.

  “Not good enough, Lillianna! You need to own up to this and say if you were the one who put the cayenne in the chili pot. Now!”

  She was hiccupping by now and gasping between sobs. “Y-yes D-daddy. I was the one w-who put the c-cayenne in the p-pot. I-I’m so sssorry!”

  “Oh, you aren’t yet, but you’ll be. Guaranteed. I think you’ll be having your first bad baby day right here on the ship, little girl.”

  Gabby stared at Daddy Tim, then looked over at her own daddy. Jace’s eyebrows were furrowed and he was gritting his back teeth so hard that his jaw was clenching and unclenching. His hand was twitching and it made the skin on her bottom crawl in anticipation of her upcoming paddling.

  When Daddy Jace spoke, she jumped, “Captain, I’d like to address Gabrielle Marie with your permission.”

  “Given.”

  “Gabrielle Marie, what was your part in this escapade? We just heard that Lilly took the cayenne pepper. Were you a participant in this?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Gabby’s heart was pounding in her chest and she found it hard to breath. She tried to keep eye contact with Daddy Jace, but he looked so upset, she just kept staring at the white, wooden pool deck. She found herself focusing on nail heads that were rusting and the fact that some rusty nail heads were covered with ocean water.

  Jace put his hands on his hips and threw his head back, exhaling loudly. “I took my belt to your bottom before we left on this cruise and then to reinforce your lesson, you received six lashes with my belt on your first day on the ship. And you’re telling me that not even forty eight hours later, you had the audacity to misbehave? Is that what you’re saying?”

  Gabby felt a sob catch in the back of her throat and it was hard to swallow let alone answer. She was sobbing openly now, she didn’t even care if the girls thought she was a baby. “Daaaadddy! I’m so sorry. I covered so Becca could grab the blue dye and Jell-O and then we—Becca and I—put the blue dye in the pool and the blue Jell-O in the hot tubs.”

  “Well, that explains why you were late for lunch. Why did Becca make it back sooner to lunch? You never made it to the dining room, why?”

  “I was a- afraid. I had b-blue dye on my hands and I knew you w-would keep asking q-questions until I confessed and I w-was afraid of you sp-spanking me.”

  “Oh, you’re getting spanked. Believe it. And I agree with Daddy Tim—I think a bad baby weekend is exactly what you need, but we’ll do one day on the ship, and a whole weekend when we get home.”

  Oh, God, there it was again. What the hell is a bad baby weekend? It can’t be good if they’re all talking about it and talking about spanking at the same time.

  Gabby looked over at Becca. The girl was staring at her daddy, her lips a thin line.

  “Rebecca Lynne,” Daddy Bob said, frowning. “We just heard that you took the blue dye and blue Jell-O. Is that right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “No, we’re changing some things, starting right this second. The answer is ‘Yes, sir,’ and you’ll say it with respect. I’m to be referred to as sir or daddy when we’re in a discipline session. Answer, again.”

  “Yes, sir.” Becca said, her face ashen. “I took the blue dye.”

  “How come you don’t have blue dye on your hands, but Gabby does? How did that happen when you both did the deed together?”

  “I made sure I did the Jell-O and I got to hold the boxes and she had to deal with the little bottles of dye. They’re messy and I knew to stay away from them. I was hoping that you wouldn’t find out.”

  “Well, we found out and you’re all in trouble. I agree with Captain Garrett, and will be instituting bad baby weekends when we get home too. But you’ll also be doing a bad baby day with Gabby and Lilly. I don’t know when they’re starting, but we’re starting this afternoon.”

  “Well, Michael and I have been talking,” Brad said, “and we’re pretty sure that this started with Meggie and Molly. They’re infamous for starting trouble and mischief, and this whole situation has their names written all over it. Are we wrong, Molly Dolly?”

  “No, Daddy. You’re right. We just wanted to have fun. We thought it would be funny. Look how blue everyone is, isn’t that funny? Isn’t it funny, just a little bit?”

  “No, Molly Ann Meredith, it isn’t funny. People are blue, and if they aren’t blue they have burning tongues. Daddy Michael and I agree that both of you are joining your new friends in a bad baby day here, and bad baby weekend at home also.”

  Captain Garrett stepped forward. “Gentlemen, I’ve taken liberty and I hope you don’t mind, but I purchased some items for your bad baby day. Each of you will receive a cane that you can use immediately on your naughty little girls. In addition, I’ve purchased bottles, baby food, drop seat jammies, diapers, and short dresses for the Captain’s Dining Room. And, since it was my ship that received the brunt of this activity, I’d like to start this discipline process right now, and then leave rest of the job for each of you.”

  Gabby quickly made eye contact with Jace.

  What did that mean? Was he going to spank them? Jace would never allow that. Would he?

  The Captain’s voice was loud, firm and clear. “All right, little girls. Stand up, please. Pull down your shorts and step out of them.”

  Gabby’s heart was beating in her throat, and she looked over at Becca at her left, then to Lilly on her right. Slowly, they each undid the clasp on their shorts, and lowered the zippers, pushing the shorts down over their hips and letting them fall in a puddle at their feet. Each girl picked them up, folding them and placing them on top of their sandals.

  “Push your bikini bottoms down and then stand with your hands clasped behind your head.” The captain clasped his hands behind his head to show them how they were to stand and continued, “Now! Move!”

  His deep, authoritative voice made both Gabby and Lilly jump. If he’d asked Gabby to climb the mast right then, she wouldn’t have even questioned it. She looked at her Daddy, and all she could see in his face was anger and disappointment. Jace mouthed “move” to her, and she immediately hooked her thumbs into the side of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down until they too puddled at her feet. She took her toe and pushed them aside and clasped her hands behind her head as ordered. She took a cursory glance out of her peripheral vision, and saw all the women standing in the same manner. She noticed that all of them had their pussies shaved, but she noticed that Lilly had a little tattoo on one of her pussy lips, she couldn’t see it from this distance, but it may have been a word or symbol. When Gabby looked back at the daddies, they were all looking at their wives pussies and their pants had obvious bulges or tenting occurring, including the captain.

  It was at times like this that Gabby thought about her father. Her father who trained her to be his business partner, who told her that she was to never buckle under a man, that she was a strong, independent woman and that she should hold every man’s balls in the palm of her hand. He taught her to be ruthle
ss and savvy in business. Her father—who adored her and who she could manipulate to do her will just by shedding a tear or two—would die if he could see her standing in front of her husband whom she called Daddy, allowing him to spank her with paddles, hairbrushes, canes, and belts. Her daddy, who put her in time out and put butt plugs in her bottom to add humiliation to her punishments. Her father wouldn’t be pleased if he could see what she now allowed—and craved—in her life.

  She hated the pain, and hated disappointing Jace, but she loved that he didn’t put up with her crap, that he wouldn’t even engage in an argument with her. Manipulation was never tolerated, and if she tried it, she was paddled until she submitted to him. What would her father say about the proposed bad baby weekend—she still wasn’t sure what it meant—that involved diapers, spankings, bottles, and baby clothes. Yet, the thought of giving up complete control to Jace somehow excited her; her clit was throbbing at the thought of lying in his arms, drinking a bottle and wearing a diaper.

  You’re crazy, Gabby. Who’d actually want this?

  Why did she feel a need to have her husband be her daddy? She might never fully understand her desires, but she was glad that she had a husband who didn’t require her to understand it. He only required her obedience and submission.

  The daddies were each handed their canes, the girls watching the pale lengths striking big palms, tapping the sides of muscled calves, or slicing menacingly through the air. The sound the canes made as they were swung, made Gabby flinch.

  She had been caned once by Jace and it wasn’t an experience she ever wanted to go through again. She found herself rubbing her thighs together in nervous anticipation, and could feel the nerves tingling in her bottom. She fought the urge to cup her bottom cheeks in the palm of her hand.