The Little Princess Cruise Page 14

  Like that’d protect your bottom.

  More than likely it would only make him take his belt off and use it to tie her hands in front of her.

  The captain’s deep voice vibrated through her body, setting her stomach to a nervous roiling. “I want each of you to turn around and put your hands on the seat of your chair. I want your legs to be shoulder width apart.”

  Her tears almost blocked her vision of Jace, but she was able to see him twirl his finger in a circle for her to turn around. She knew from long experience that her weeping didn’t have a prayer of saving her here. He’d told her that while they did affect him, they didn’t manipulate him like she was used to manipulating her father.

  Her hands were sweaty as they gripped the seat, her legs shaking. Her face heated, feeling the coolness of the air on the juices coating her inner thighs. It was easier to keep her thighs together and hide the overflow, but that was probably exactly why Captain Garrett made them widen their stance.

  She felt Jace’s hand on her back and then heard his deep voice. “You really messed up this time, Gabby Girl. You’ll be one sorry girl when this is over. You’re getting eight stripes. All the girls are getting eight stripes. Keep your hands on the seat of the chair.” He tapped her buttocks three times with the cane, and before she had time to brace for the sting, it snapped against her bottom. The sting of the first stripe was always such a shock, even when you knew it was coming. It was a sting that only continued to burn and strengthen after it was received.

  “Count, please.”

  “One, Daddy.”

  She felt the cane, and then it snapped not once but twice in succession on the backs of her thighs. Bending her knees, she bounced a little to relieve the sting. She had tears running down her face already. She had five more to go. Becca was crying next to her.

  “Three, Daddy.”

  “You’ll behave for the rest of this vacation, I’m thinking. You’ll give Captain Garrett money from your spending account to clean the Jell-O out of the hot tubs. You had to know that the clean-up for this would be astronomical. What were you thinking, Gabby? What?”

  “I don’t know, D-daddy.”

  She turned her head when she heard Lilly shout in pain, a moaning scream escaping the girl’s clenched lips. Lilly had some welts on her bottom and it looked like Daddy Tim was definitely making an impression. He was saying something to his girl about an enema.

  God, poor Lilly.

  “Don’t you worry about Lilly,” Jace growled behind Gabby. “You worry about your own backside, girl. The next two are going to be on the underside of your bottom and they’ll be very hard.”

  Snap! Snap!

  “Ahhhh! Daddy! Nooooo!” Gabby stood up and grabbed her bottom, dancing up and down. She just couldn’t understand how she’d decided to do this harebrained thing. It was insane. She knew her daddy would do this; he was thorough and abhorred disobedience. And maybe more than that, he hated being embarrassed in public. It was never tolerated. Ever. When she said she was backing out today, she should have stuck to her guns and not backed down.

  “Gabrielle, bend back over before I add more strokes.”

  “Okay, Daddy.” She bent back over and said, “Five, Daddy.”

  “You’re doing well, Gabby.” Jace slide his finger in her slit and whispered, “Wet as expected, girlie. You react beautifully to discipline.” He took the wetness from her pussy and wiped it on her sore bottom. “I just can’t believe you did this. Gabby, you had to know this was going to be the consequence. You knew I wouldn’t react well, right?”

  “Y-yes, Daddy. I told th-them. I said that you would sp-spank me r-really, b-bad!”

  “Oh, sweetie. You were trying that hard to have friends?”

  “Yes! I w-wanted to have fr-friends and wanted to m-make you happy.”

  “Well, girlie, you didn’t think it through very well. I’m happy that you’re trying so hard. But I’m gonna tell you right now; unless you want to be striped like a Bengal tiger for the rest of your life, you’ve got to try a hell of a lot harder than this.” Jace leaned forward and grabbed one of her welts and pinched it. Gabby jumped at the sharp pain. “Let’s continue. The next two are going to be on the crest of your bottom.”

  The cane struck twice, hitting the exact same spot both times. He didn’t lay them side by side but right on top of each other. She yelled out loud on that one, she couldn’t help it. She wanted to rub her bottom, but she was afraid it was against the rules, and didn’t want to risk additional strokes when she was this close to the end.

  “Seven, Daddy.” She could hear all of the girls crying. There were loud squeals of pain, the sound of watery voices calling out numbers to their Daddies.

  “Last one, Gabby. This one will be the hardest. I want you to know that I could’ve done all of them this hard, but I was being kind and caring. This last one will make you thankful that you have such a gracious and considerate daddy and husband. In addition, this last one will make it hard to sit and most definitely the leg on your diaper will rub on it, reminding you that you’ve been a very disobedient and naughty little girl. Ready?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Snap!

  Gabby fell to her knees in front of her chair. She put her head on the chair, and just sobbed. Tentatively, she put her hands back, rubbing her bottom and thighs. He allowed her time to bring her crying under control, and let her rub her bottom all she wanted. Her daddy wasn’t rubbing her back or kissing her hair though, which was odd. Usually, after a punishment he was very affectionate and attentive.

  After a several minutes of sobbing and hiccupping on the pool deck, she heard the captain again. “Girls, I want you all to lay on your back on the beach recliners in front of you. Put your knees up and the heels of your feet right up to your bottom, and wait for your daddy.”

  The captain stepped forward and addressed the little girls, “Girls, you’ve lost the privilege to function on your own. Everything you do for the next day or two is dependent on your daddy. You won’t eat, drink, sleep, play, or go to the bathroom without your daddy’s involvement or permission. You made decisions today on your own that were wrong, inappropriate and totally disobedient. You not only put yourselves in danger, you put others in danger also. Therefore, you’ve lost the ability to make any decisions on your own. You’ll submit to your daddy’s authority and dominance. Your first lesson has been the caning, and your next lesson is going to be wearing a diaper over those very hot and sore bottoms. You will come to an agreement with your daddy for the rest of the rules for your bad baby days.”

  As he was talking, Jace motioned for her to lift her hips in the air. This was so humiliating. She looked to her right and Becca was holding her hands over her eyes and openly sobbing. It had to be hard for her. Becca tried to be so tough and strong with her dyed hair and rough exterior, but she had a long way to regress; at least Gabby had been a toddler. She had never been put in a diaper before, but she had times in the past where Jace had made her ask for permission to go to the bathroom, and she had to ask him to wipe her. That was so humiliating.

  “Your backside is pretty red, Miss Gabby, I’m thinking the diaper will hold that heat in and make moving a little difficult. Like I said, the legs on this diaper are going to chafe a little on one of your stripes. If it gets too sore, you let me know, you hear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Don’t just give me lip service, girlie. I want you to let me know if it gets sore, I don’t want your skin breaking, or having you up at night because it hurts too much. I’ll find alternatives. Okay, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I love you Daddy.”

  “I love you too, Gabby. If this was a good baby weekend, Daddy would give you an orgasm before this diaper was put on. But because you’re having a bad baby weekend that won’t be happening. How come you’re having a bad baby weekend?”

  Gabby put her hand over her eyes, and started to cry anew. “I was a bad baby, Daddy.”

  “I know,
sweetie. But Daddy caned your bottom, didn’t he?”

  She nodded. “It hurted a lot.”

  “I’m sure it did. Why are you having a bad baby weekend, Gabby? I want to hear it from your lips.”

  “I lied to you yesterday about nothing happening in the bathroom, we were planning this last night.”

  “Oh, I forgot about that.” His eyebrows rose and he nodded at her, “You did lie, didn’t you? I may have to add a punishment tomorrow for that—maybe the fermented ginger. Go on.”

  Gabby scrunched her nose at him. She didn’t like his ‘added punishments,’ and she definitely didn’t like the idea of ginger.

  “I lied this morning too when I said that I was okay. I was nervous and knew what we were going to do. I stole blue Jell-O and blue dye, and I filled the pool and hot tubs with the blue dye, and turned everyone into the girl on Willy Wonka—the blueberry girl. She said ‘and the Schnozberries taste like Schnozberries.’ Remember, Daddy? I love that part of the movie.”

  “I do remember, girlie, and I like that part of the movie too. But I bet that part of the movie will remind you of the day you got caned and had your first bad baby weekend.”

  “I hate that Willy Wonka will make me sad. I don’t want to be sad when Willy Wonka comes on.” She started sobbing again.

  Jace just watched her, his head cocked to the side. “Gabby, sweetie, I think it’s time to get you back to the room for a nap. You’re crying over Willy Wonka. Now, let’s get these tabs affixed and walk your sore bottom to the room. But before we go, I want you to go over to Captain Garrett and apologize. I want you to tell him that you’re going to pay for the cleanup of the pool and hot tubs with your spending account.”

  “K, Daddy.” She reached for her shorts to put them on.

  “Nuh-uh, no pants. I want you wearing just your diaper on the walk back to the room. You publicly humiliated me, the captain and many other people here. You’ll walk in just a diaper to show those same people that you’re being punished and they’ll be able to see the cane marks that are visible around your diaper. C’mon bad baby, go apologize.” He swatted her bottom, lightly and she couldn’t help but yelp.

  She had to wait in line behind Becca who was apologizing.

  “I’m really sorry, Captain Garrett. And I’m really sorry I got mouthy with you in the dining room and here on the pool deck. My daddy gave me ten stripes of the cane and he wanted me to tell you that I’ll be getting my mouth soaped today and tomorrow for both of the times that I wasn’t polite to you. He has also said that if you’re agreeable, I’ll wash dishes for two days in the kitchen after I have two bad baby days. I’m really sorry, Captain.”

  “That was a beautiful apology Rebecca Lynne, and I’m sure your services would be greatly appreciated in the kitchen, thank you for offering. You let me know when you’re ready to help in the kitchen, and I’ll bring you back there and stay with you for a while to make sure you feel comfortable there, okay?”

  “Okay, sir. I’m sorry.” And Becca started to sob again. It was so sad to watch her that Gabby started to cry herself. The captain pulled Becca in for a hug and rubbed her back, telling her that she was a good baby and that she was forgiven and he lightly patted her bottom, kissing her on the nose. Becca turned and grabbed her daddy’s hand and they walked back to their room.

  Gabby and Jace walked up to the captain and Gabby cleared her throat. “Captain, I’m so sorry for what I did. My daddy caned me eight times and he said that I’m going to have two bad baby days for what I did. He’s making me walk back to our room in my diaper so everyone can see that the little girl that made everything blue has been punished and required to wear a diaper for her misbehavior. And he said that I’m going to have figging too. I’m going to pay you for the cleanup of the pool and hot tubs out of my spending account. Please send me the bill, and I’ll pay it, or I can give you my information and have them bill me directly. I’m really sorry, Captain.”

  “I’m sure your daddy will reinforce this lesson this week. He seems to be strict like that. I’ll settle up with your daddy before you leave, we’ll get it figured out. Don’t you worry about it. Your only concern is to remember what caused your bad baby days and to be obedient to your daddy. You’re a good girl, sweetie. It’ll be okay. I’ll see you tonight.” He then hugged Gabby too, and patted her bottom, sending her on her way back to her cabin.

  Chapter Twelve

  Gabby wasn’t quite sure she’d ever be the same again. How did someone who owned a company end up wearing a diaper on a cruise, drinking from a bottle and eating strained carrots and green beans for dinner? How did that happen?

  As soon as they entered the room, Jace locked the door and said, “Take off your clothes. All of them. Right here. Right now.” He crossed his arms and leaned against a chair waiting for her compliance.

  With the stripes her bottom still stinging, she didn’t hesitate. She pulled off her bikini top and then put her hands on the tabs on the diaper and looked at Daddy Jace trying to decide if she was allowed to take it off.

  “No. You are not allowed to take that off. I will take it off when you have to go to the bathroom and I will put it on again after you have finished. But you are not allowed to do that. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  She stood with her arms at her sides, not really sure where they belonged as he stepped up to her and ripped the tabs open on both sides and caught the diaper before it fell to the floor. He tossed it onto a chair and pointed to the bedroom, “Go!”

  Gabby quickly walked completely naked into the bedroom of the cabin. When Jace entered the room he said, “I think you need to go to the bathroom, Gabby. When you’re done, come back here immediately.”

  She quickly emptied her bladder and washed her hands, peeking at her bottom in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. There were red and purple stripes on her bottom and thighs. She was going to be very sore tonight and tomorrow. Her daddy was definitely thorough.

  When she walked back into the bedroom, Jace was sitting at the end of the bed with a baggie next to him and a round paddle she had never seen before. “Daddy, what’s that?”

  “C’mere, girlie.” He patted his lap. When Gabby reached his knees, he had her stand between them and continued, “This is the fermented ginger we talked about.” He picked up the baggie showing her the peeled ginger in the baggie. “The lying you did last night and today has caused this to be your punishment. You lied and said nothing was wrong both last night and this morning. You said that you weren’t planning anything. And just by virtue that you didn’t tell me what was going on, was lying by omission. This, is still lying. You will lie over my lap and have this figging. Again, as with the other night, you will have to lie with it for ten minutes, after you receive a paddling with my new friend here.” He then picked up the paddle and waved it for her to look at. “I liked Daddy Michael’s lying paddle. This will be your new lying paddle.”

  “B-but Daddy, I just got caned.” She pulled in her lip between her teeth and put her hands on her bottom. “You’re going to paddle me too?”

  “Yes. You not only asked for this punishment, your outright disobedience and disregard of people and property has begged for this punishment.”

  Gabby felt herself gasp and tears fell down her cheeks, but she knew he was right. She just hoped he didn’t make her admit it out loud. Jace patted his lap, silently beckoning her to lie over it. He positioned her so her upper body was on the bed.

  “We’ll start with your paddling. It won’t be long, but it will be hard. You know better than to lie to me. I am hoping this is a paddle that won’t be used often in our house.” Daddy Jace was patting the paddle on her bottom in forewarning. “But when it is required, you can believe it will be painful. I am not going give you a number, I am going to stop when the color of your bottom and your response dictates.”

  She felt the paddle leave her bottom and the cracking sound of the paddle hitting her bottom five times in succession w
as loud in the quiet room, “When I ask you a question, you are to speak the truth no matter what. Am I correct?”

  Her legs stiffened straight out behind her. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “When I ask if you are planning something, you will tell me the truth. Am I correct?”

  Another five swats. She could feel the tendrils of pain radiating out from her bottom to her thighs, “Yes, Daddy! Ow! I will. I will.”

  Jace patted her hip possessively and the continued with another five cracks of the paddle, “When I ask you if something is wrong, you will not tell me ‘nothing.’ Am I correct?

  “Ow! Oh Daddy! Yes. I will tell you. I p-promise.”

  Jace stopped paddling and was rubbing her bottom gently now. “Wow, girlie. I like your little lying paddle. You should see how red your little butt is. And even hotter to the touch.” He then slid his finger down the crevice of her bottom, sliding through her puffy lips until he could play with her clit. “And you’re so wet. Your pussy is just gushing from this paddle. You like your little paddle Daddy got you, don’t you sweetie?”

  “No! I don’t like my ‘little paddle’ as you call it. I hope it gets lost.” Gabby was not happy. How dare he make fun of her like this. Of course she didn’t like it. Her bottom was sore and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to walk.

  But while she was thinking this, her daddy proceeded to use his hand—which in all honesty was just as bad as her new ‘little paddle’—to paddle her bottom with a renewed vigor. “You will not speak to me in that tone of voice. You know better than to get snarky with me in the middle of a session. You apparently needed a paddling more than I could know or understand.” He assailed her bottom with a flurry of swats that catapulted her into sobbing and clawing at the bedspread. Then just as quickly he stayed his hand, resting it on her scalding, blistered bottom.

  Gabby buried her face into the bedspread and just wept, hiccupping and gasping. After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped crying and was just hiccupping.