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  Jace patted her bottom lightly, “So I will ask again, and I am thinking I will get an appropriate response this time. Do you like the new lying paddle I got you, Miss Gabby?”

  Gabby hated when he did this. She wasn’t even sure how to answer a question like that. After all, it’s a lying paddle. You aren’t supposed to lie. But I guess I have to choose how to say it. “It’s very stingy, Daddy. And it hurts a lot. And I think I will tell the truth because I don’t want it used on my bottom again. But, Daddy, I don’t like it very much at all.”

  Jace chuckled and said, “Very good, Gabby. No I don’t imagine you do like it, which is the whole point. This was a very good ten dollar purchase.”

  She felt him reach for something and heard the crinkle of the baggie, “I’m going to put the ginger in your bottom now Gabby. And if this burns half as much as that damn chili, you will be getting your just desserts so to speak. The burn from this will be more than you can handle over my lap, so I will put it into your bottom and then you will lie on the bed until your ten minutes is over.”

  She felt his fingers at her back entrance as he pulled her cheeks apart and pushed the finger of ginger into her bottom. “Bear down, Girlie, it will make this go in quicker. There’s a notch in it so it will stay securely in your bottom.” He pushed and prodded until it popped into place.

  Jace patted her bottom and said, “Getup, girlie, and lie on the bed. I’m going to sit here and watch until your ten minutes is up.”

  This time the burn was almost instant and she was amazed at how quickly it became too much to handle. “Oh, Daddy. This really hurts. A lot!”

  “I know. Imagine how it felt for Daddy and all the other guests to have that chili with the cayenne pepper.”

  The burn was so intense, she had no choice but to clench, which she knew was making it worse. She curled up on her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. Gabby didn’t even care how exposed that position made her, she was in so much pain. She felt the bed dip as Daddy sat down next to her. He put his hand on her hip, patting it and then he took the end of the ginger tapping it and turned it several times.

  “Daddy, No! Don’t do that!” Gabby reached around and slapped at his hands.

  The next thing she felt was Daddy’s paddle like hand, slap the outside of her thigh four times—hard. “Little girl, did you forget who I was? Are you ever allowed to slap me or give me orders?”

  “No, Daddy. I forgot. It just hurt”

  “You will not slap me again.” Jace then slapped her right cheek, another four times. “Do you think you can remember who I am now?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  Then Daddy Jace turned the ginger again, she was pretty sure just to prove a point. But Gabby had learned and didn’t move. The burn near the end of the figging had hit a point where she was panting it hurt so bad. She was pretty sure that her bottom would not be normal again.

  “Okay, girlie, let’s get this ginger out so we can continue with your bad baby day.” Jace pulled the ginger out, disposing of it in the baggie.

  Even though the fierce burn of the ginger was gone, her bottom burned after it was out more than with the fresh ginger. This fermented ginger was nothing to play around with. It was brutal.

  Daddy put her diaper back on saying, “You don’t have to use the diapers, Gabby. If you need to go to the bathroom, you have to ask permission. You’re not allowed to use the bathroom on your own or without permission while you are on bad baby punishment. Just ask and I will walk you to the bathroom and take off the diaper.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  * * *

  Jace sat on the couch with Gabby in the crook of his arm with her ear against his heart. It was warm and he smelled of soap, cologne and laundry detergent. It was a comforting masculine smell. Because of her height, this was the most comfortable position and gave her the ability to have a place for her long legs. She was still sniffling from the figging she had received. It was two hours later and her bottom was still burning. She was beginning to seriously think she was permanently damaged. Jace assured her that her bottom would stop burning in time, and that she was forbidden from complaining about it. Gabby liked the closeness of her daddy, he stroked her face and hair and once the pain calmed down, she was able relax in his arms.

  Daddy reached around to the table and grabbed a bottle and put it to Gabby’s lips to drink. At that point Gabby wasn’t up for a fight; she took the nipple in her mouth and tentatively sucked on it.

  “Oh. My. God. What’s that vile shit?” She took her hand and shoved the bottle so hard, that it fell out of Daddy’s hand and fell on the floor. He grabbed it off the floor and put it on the end table.

  “You must be nuts. What the fuck is that? I’d rather—”

  That was as far as she got.

  Jace pulled her toward his chest so she was completely up on her side facing him and felt him rip the tab on her diaper open. Then he proceeded to paddle her bottom with his hand, fast and hard.

  “You don’t swear, and you know it! And on top of that you don’t toss your bottle. That’s what you’re drinking for the next two days, and you’ll drink it or get paddled until you do. Am I being clear enough for you?”

  “Yes! Yes!” Gabby felt herself pulling on his shirt to keep her hands from reaching back to protect her bottom.

  He probably didn’t swat her more than twelve times, but her bottom was on fire. Daddy Jace put the tab back on her diaper and once again brought the nipple of the bottle back to her lips. Gabby grabbed at the bottle like she hadn’t eaten all day. It was vile, but better than the alternative. She wasn’t sure if she should try to drink it fast and get it out of the way, or slow and make it seem like she was full and hope he’d eventually give up.

  “See, it’s not so bad after all, right?”

  Gabby just stared, sucking on the nipple and furrowing her eyebrows at him. He must be kidding. His lips quirked up into a grin, and he squeezed her bottom through the diaper. She gagged a couple times and he had to pull it out of her mouth and pat her back.

  “When you’re a good girl, you get to have liquid yogurt or vanilla milkshakes. And when you finish your bottle on good baby weekends you’re rewarded with an orgasm. Poor Bad Baby Gabby, all she gets is a pat on the head.”

  Gabby grit her teeth to prevent herself from responding with a smart ass retort. But she did scowl at him and rolled her tongue around the nipple a few times trying to tease him, licking the nipple up and down and then putting the nipple in her mouth and pulling up and down on the nipple and groaning.

  “Enough, Gabrielle. Drink this bottle. You only have two more ounces.”

  He looked serious, so she drank as fast as she could, trying not to let it touch her tongue. She vowed that her next weekend would be a good baby weekend.

  When she finished her bottle, Daddy got up and situated her on the couch with a nice warm blanket and a brand new stuffed bear that the captain had purchased for her. It was a pretty white bear with a beautiful pink satin bow around his neck—she thought the bear smelled like baby powder. Gabby decided to call her new bear “Cruise.”

  Daddy put a movie on and she laid down, feeling full and sleepy from her busy day. She felt like she was going to fall asleep, and as she rolled onto her tummy, her favorite position, blessed sleep threatened to spirit her away.

  But her bladder began to feel full. She didn’t want to get up to go to the bathroom and then she remembered Captain Garrett’s and Daddy’s words, “You’ll have to ask permission to do anything.”

  “Daddy?” There was no answer. She waited a couple minutes and called again, “Daddy?”

  “Hey girlie, did you call me?” Jace came walking into the room with a dish towel over his shoulder.

  “I’ve got to go potty. Do I have to ask permission to go to the bathroom?”

  “We discussed this Gabby.” He wiped his hands and sat down next to her. “You made bad choices today and now you had to forfeit making any dec
isions or having any choices until your bad baby days are done.”

  C’mon Jace, you can’t—”

  “Do not call me Jace.” He pointed his finger at her. “How are you to address me?”

  “Daddy. Sorry. Daddy, please. You can’t be serious.” Gabby threw her hands up in the air, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m not even sure I can do this. I mean it.”

  “I mean it too, girlie. You’re going to ask permission to use the bathroom.”

  “Really, Ja—Daddy?”

  “Yes, really. C’mere baby.” He patted his lap again. “I see you’re upset. Let’s sit down and talk.” He had her lie down again and she sprawled across him with her head in the crook of his arm again.

  Why had they never sat like this on the couch before? It was so nice and safe.

  “When you misbehave like you did today, you lose the ability to make decisions of any kind. You don’t decide when you drink, eat, or in the case we’re talking about right now, you don’t decide where you’re going to the bathroom. You’ll have to rely on me for everything.” He ran his fingers through her hair as he talked. “It’ll build a trust in our relationship that’s beyond where we are at this point. You’ll have to trust that I’ll care for you and do what’s right for you. In this instance, as part of your bad baby weekend, you’ll have to relinquish all control.”

  “This is bullshit! I’m not sure about this at all!” Gabby tried sitting up, but Jace held her tightly enough that she was unable to move.

  “Gaaaaabrielle! I want you to choose your words carefully and pause before you speak again. Wait ten seconds before you open your mouth. I believe you already have a sore bottom and we’ve decided that ginger is a perfect cure for a mouth that’s out of control. So, stop and think.”

  Gabby wasn’t happy. God, she hated when he did this.

  Okay. Think. Wait and think. What’re my choices: I can leave. I’m on a ship. Shit! I can say no and leave the room. And then do what? I can safe word. Do I really want to safe word? We wanted to move into new areas with new friends.

  “What’re you thinking, baby?” Jace gently rubbed her cheek as he was talking.

  “I’m not sure. I mean I don’t want to do this. But, I don’t want to safe word. I wanted to meet new friends, and see new things, and find new areas to explore. And this is a new area for sure. But, do we really have to?”

  “Nope. We don’t have to. If this has become a hard limit for you, say the word and we stop.”

  Jace just sat patiently watching her. He would give her as long as she needed. She knew him well enough to know that he never rushed into decisions and he would never require that she rush into a decision either. She knew she’d do this. She knew before she spoke that she’d acquiesce to this.

  “Okay. I’ll do this. I can’t believe I’m saying it and agreeing to it, but I’ll do it.”

  “Sweetheart, should we wait a little? Maybe we should delay this until we’re at home and you have time to really think on it.”

  “No, I’m okay. Really.” She laughed nervously. “Let’s go forward with this before I change my mind. May I please use the bathroom, Daddy?”

  “Yes, you may sweetie. C’mon, Daddy will take your diaper off so you may go.” Undoing the tabs, he had her walk to the bathroom naked from the waist down and waited for her return.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jace was waiting for her when she came back and said, “I think Daddy would like to have a nice titty-fucking with his girl.” Jace massaged her breasts with both hands, sucking on her nipples with such fervor that when he pulled away the nipples were erect and very pink, shining with the wetness of his saliva. He loved her areolas. They were a pretty blush champagne color and large. When he sucked most of her nipple and areola into his mouth, the fullness of them filled his mouth comfortably. He loved the warmth and softness of her breast on his tongue and pressing that softness onto the roof of his mouth aroused him every time. Her breasts enthralled him and when he took the tip of his tongue and flicked at the nipple, watching it pucker and get goose bumps, his cock would jump, wanting its turn also. He would have licked, sucked, kneaded, squeezed, and fucked her breasts any day and any time.

  Jace pulled away from her breasts and continued, “And since you aren’t allowed any orgasms on bad girl days, I think it’s a perfect time for some jug-jousting, what do ya think Gabby Girl?”

  “Well, when you put it so eloquently.” Gabby rolled her eyes and pushed on his shoulder. “Do you have to call it that?”

  “Well, you come up with a better term for it then.” He lifted his chin and waited for her to come up with a better term.

  “Uhm… Well, you could call it breast sex, couldn’t you?”

  “It sounds so damn clinical. I like jug-jousting! It’s manly. And I can say things like, I have me sword at the ready, milady!”

  Gabby rolled her eyes “Oh God, is it a sword or a dagger, dear squire?”

  Jace reached around and placed a firm swat to her backside “Do ye care to rephrase that wench?”

  “Aye, ‘tis a sword, kind sir, and ye can come and joust with me ladies if ye wish!”

  “Arrgh” Jace pushed her onto her back on the bed and started sucking and squeezing her breasts. He nipped and sucked, rolling his tongue around her nipple, grinding his body on her pussy. Gabby had full nice breasts that not only filled his hands but there was an overflow, so he was able to suckle at her and still grip the breast squeezing and milking it. His cock was hard just from talking about titty fucking, but once he started playing with them his arousal went through the roof.

  He loved sucking on her nipples and seeing if he could get the nipples to be the same height and color. He would make a strong suction on her nipple, sucking hard and then while keeping that suction level, would pull out slowly stretching the nipple hard.

  “Ja-ace!” Gabby exclaimed as she was raising her hips to press her clit, rubbing herself on him like a cat in heat.

  Jace chuckled and continued playing. After he had the one breast pink with the nipple red, peaked, and wet with his saliva he then moved to the other breast and did the same thing with that one. He pulled his head back surveying his work, trying to decide if they were indeed the same color, wetness, and nipple height. He loved his wife’s breasts. What man didn’t love breasts? He never saw or had a pair of breasts that he didn’t find enjoyable. Be they barely existent, small, medium or large; they were all lovely and all very entertaining.

  “It is time to prepare the land for the jousting, milady!” Jace sat up, unzipped his pants, pulled them and his boxers off in one quick movement, then straddled her hips with his cock jutting out. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and coated the area between her breasts. He then took a small amount and rubbed it on the top of his cock. Moving on his knees he worked his way up her body until his cock was between her breasts at which point Gabby took both of her hands and from the outside of her breast pushed them toward and over his cock, cushioning his cock between her cleavage.

  Jace sucked air through his teeth, feeling the warm plumpness of her breasts covering his dick. He slowly worked his cock between her breasts while she used her fingertips to stroke the top of his shaft, paying particular attention to the head. She fell into a pattern of stroking and pumping her breasts onto him, the rhythm taking his breath away. Thank God for the headboard. He held on for dear life and pounded his shaft into her flesh.

  He looked down and saw her taking delight in his pleasure, smiling up at him, squeezing her breasts over his dick and lightly stroking the head. His breathing increased and he began furiously pounding himself between her plump flesh. He looked down and she had raised her chin slightly, her eyes glazed over, smiling at him. He groaned through gritted teeth, his seed leaving its traces on her neck and chest.

  He paused briefly catching his breath and then climbed off of her, getting some tissues to clean her up and then got a warm washcloth to wash her neck. Her cheeks were flushed w
ith her arousal and he kissed her on the nose, saying “If this was a good girl day, you would get your orgasm too sweetie. But bad little babies don’t get to have an orgasm. Sorry. When you are a good girl again, we will reward you. I promise.”

  She pouted at him and said “I don’t like this, Daddy.”

  “I’m sure you don’t, but Daddy didn’t like the trouble and embarrassment today either. I think it is only fair that you suffer a little bit more before you get to be treated like a good girl. Daddy will put your diaper on and you can take your nap so you are ready for your dinner tonight.” Jace got up and retrieved a diaper. Once it was secure, he kissed her goodnight and tucked her in for her nap.

  * * *

  Jace watched Gabby sleep. It had been an exhausting morning and afternoon. She had participated in two pranks, been caned, paddled, figged, spanked, diapered, given a bottle and titty-fucked. She definitely deserved a nap. His Gabby was a strong-willed woman and it took a strong hand in return to tame her. When he married her, it was the best thing he’d ever done. But, in addition to the good, he’d taken on a challenge. She’d been trained to be independent, self-reliant, manipulative, mouthy, and, honestly, a rule breaker most days. There had been many discipline sessions in their six year marriage to bring Gabby to the place she was today. Well, maybe not today. Today had been reminiscent of the beginning of their marriage. She had more of an imp inside her than he realized. It seems the other little girls brought out some of the mischief she never had as a child. He didn’t mind her enjoying the thrills and joys of a misspent childhood, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t tolerate lying or endangering herself or others. He had to be diligent when it came to his little girl’s behavior. Their dynamic made it difficult some days but Jace was good at keeping track of his little girl and assuring that she was growing personally and professionally.

  As he watched his wife sleep, he thought back about a day not long ago when he had corrected her for inappropriate behavior in the office that was not becoming for a little girl.