The Little Princess Cruise Page 17

  Gabby was amazed. How did Bob get her to comply? Well, Gabby assumed, probably the same way Jace got me to comply—with some good hand talking and a lot of love and support. They were good men and they truly wanted the best for their women, even if that included this embarrassment in front of their friends. Gabby wondered if the other women had a part of them that enjoyed being a bad baby. Am I the only one who kind of likes being this little?

  “Thop tharing at me!” Becca was talking around her paci and glaring at Gabby with her eyebrows furrowed.

  Daddy Bob, turned Becca to face him, “She’s not staring at you, little girl, and you’re not to speak around the pacifier. If you cannot follow the rules, I’ll ask the captain for a gag and I have a plug for your bottom in the diaper bag, if necessary. Should we leave for our cabin so I can insert your bottom paci?”

  Becca was smart and chose to not speak again and shook her head vigorously no.

  “Good decision, little one. How about you sit down and I’ll let the captain know that everyone is present at our table and ready for dinner. The captain has something special for you girls tonight.”

  They all exchanged looks and Gabby was pretty sure that whatever the captain had planned that was “special” for them would not be that special.

  * * *

  The girls were definitely subdued trying to have pleasant conversations but it was odd to sit in a formal dining room dressed as a toddler and wearing a diaper. Gabby swore she would never, ever do something to cause a bad baby weekend again. However, the thought of doing a good baby weekend with earth shattering orgasms several times a day and in the privacy of their home, had a lure to it even if she would never admit it to another soul besides Daddy Jace.

  Daddy Jace must have read her mind because at that moment she felt his finger slide into her pussy and he began fingering her under the table. She quickly looked over at him like he must have lost his mind as his voice rumbled in her ear, his breath tickling the fine hairs around her ear, “Mmmm… Gabby is so wet. Does it feel good to have my finger fucking you?

  Gabby quickly turned, looking to see if anyone was looking or hearing.

  “Does the danger of knowing your friends could see or guess what is happening at any second excite you? Look around the table slowly; you don’t want to give yourself away.”

  Gabby turned and looked at the other side of the table. No one was looking.

  “Oh, I just felt you clench. The idea of being caught is more than you can handle, isn’t Gabby Girl? Do you think you’ll come just from the thought of Meggie guessing? Or maybe Daddy Michael? What would you do if Daddy Michael asked if you were getting finger fucked? Or the captain? The captain who’s threatened to paddle all of you. I wonder what he’d do if he saw you having an orgasm in his dining room tonight, especially since you’re still on Bad Baby status?”

  Gabby looked around slowly and felt herself squirm and the rough, dry paper felt scratchy on her freshly spanked bottom.

  “Oh, baby, my God, you’re clenching nonstop. I guess I didn’t realize you had a secret desire to cum in public. You like the risk of being caught, baby?”

  Gabby felt the heat on her neck rise and her face was heating up too.

  “We’ll have to explore that further, I think. But maybe for now you can have a nice orgasm right here at the table. After all, you paid the price with your bottom today and you’ve been a pretty good girl for most of the day since your spankin’!”

  Jace put his left hand around her shoulder, then lightly brushed the underside of her arm. Leaning in, he poked the tip of his tongue into her ear, swirling it in her canal while moving his hand from arm and rubbing it against her nipple under her dress. Meanwhile he now had two or three fingers, she couldn’t tell, in her pussy pumping them, mimicking his cock while his thumb pressed on her clit. She felt herself teetering on the precipice quicker than normal, but with all the sexual stimulation, spanking, wiping, and cuddling today, she was more than aroused and had been for most of the afternoon. Her breath hitched as she started falling over into her climax and she felt her thighs stiffening just as Jace jammed his fingers pushing on her clit hard. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed the groan that escaped as she vaulted into her orgasm. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she hoped she hadn’t drawn blood.

  My God, that was spectacular. Daddy’s right; we have to explore this further.

  Becca shouted, “Holy Fuck! You just had an orgasm didn’t you? Who’d have guessed the Chief would let her hair down enough to come with a finger fucking in the Captain’s Dining Room of all places? Hey, wait a minute. I thought we weren’t supposed to get off on these so called bad baby brat camp days! How in the name of hell did your Daddy decide to let you rub one out?”

  Gabby turned fifteen shades of red. Well, redder than she was sure her orgasm had already made her neck. Daddy Jace stood up with fire in his eyes and Gabby was afraid of what he was going to do to Becca, but she didn’t need to worry.

  Daddy Bob put his hands up to stay Jace and said, “Rebecca Lynne, you already have a pacifier in your mouth to prevent you from talking and thankfully you were smart enough to keep your voice down so we were the only ones that heard, which has worked to your benefit. But to prove my point, with your mouth once again, we will add to your punishment.” He then pulled her binky out of her mouth and reached across the table and pulled out the little Tabasco sauce bottle and covered the nipple with the sauce.

  “Open your mouth”

  Surprisingly, Becca opened her mouth immediately. She must have been spanked a lot this afternoon.

  “You’ll keep that in your mouth until Gabby and Daddy Jace decide it can come out. They’re the ones you just embarrassed and they’ll decide how long you’re to be punished. You’ll learn to curb that tongue, little girl.”

  Becca turned and looked at Gabby and Daddy Jace. If Gabby had her way, she would take the binky out now, she felt sorry for her already. She turned to see what her Daddy looked like, and he seemed totally unfazed by Becca’s reactions and tears. Daddy Jace was strict and believed in punishment that fit the crime, and she knew he would not stop until there were tears of true remorse, not just tears of regret.

  “Daddy, maybe Becca is ready now.” Gabby looked into Jace’s eyes pleading for Becca.

  “No, Gabby girl, she isn’t ready yet. Daddy will decide when she’s ready. She doesn’t feel bad enough yet. When she does, I’ll let her rinse. I promise I won’t let it go one minute past. My goal isn’t to hurt her; we just want her to learn her lesson.”

  After a couple minutes, Becca was squirming, her nose was running, and she was drooling and gagging on the Tabasco. Gabby felt so bad for her that she reached over and was holding her hand, rubbing the top of her hand to comfort her. Quietly sobbing behind her pacifier, Becca dropped her head and just looked pitiful.

  Daddy Jace then addressed Becca with that deep rolling voice, “Little girl, look at me.”

  “Ye-th, th-ir.”

  “Hand me your pacifier.” He took her pacifier and wiped it clean with his napkin and then folded the napkin over to wipe her mouth and chin. “Drink.” He handed her some water. “There that’s better. Now do you think you can mind your tongue and your business for not just tonight but the rest of this trip, little one?”

  “Yes, s-sir. I am s-sorry, sir.”

  “Now I am going to ask your daddy something. Daddy Bob, if Miss Becca Lynne doesn’t behave and does or says something to hurt Gabby or is disrespectful to me for the rest of this trip, may I have permission from you to spank her with my hand or a paddle?”

  “Absolutely, Daddy Jace. Don’t even hesitate or look for me. I think it may be good for Miss Becca to know she has to answer to others besides her daddy.”

  Becca was sitting with her mouth literally open and Gabby didn’t blame her a bit. It had to be shocking to hear your daddy allowing someone else to spank your bare bottom and Gabby knew for a fact that Daddy Bob wasn’t as strict or a
s thorough as her daddy. One good session with Daddy Jace and he would “Spank the sass right of her,” as he liked to say.

  * * *

  The girls were talking and laughing again, while the men talked about sports, news and things men talk about. Gabby felt good having new friends who understood and sympathized with her the things littles endured and enjoyed with their daddies and husbands.

  The other tables were being served steak and baked potatoes with salad and the smell was amazing. Gabby knew she was ready for a good meal. Drinking that formula was not what she wanted and a good steak would whet her appetite. The other girls appeared to feel the same, because all of them were watching the waiters pass out steaks. Of course, as hungry as they were, it seemed that their meal was going to take the longest and as time went on it became apparent that their table was going to be the last to be served. The clanking of silverware on fine china made their mouths water as did the aroma wafting over to their table. The waiters were passing out baskets with white linens filled to the brim with warm yeasty dinner rolls. Gabby could hardly wait to taste a hot roll with warm runny butter soaked into the softness in the center.

  When it came time to pass out the dinners to their table the waiter came to their table with a covered rolling cart. The girls looked excitedly at one another. Daddy Bob had said the captain had something special for them, it must be special since it was being served in a special cart that the other tables had not received. Before the cart was opened, the captain came over and said, “Good evening girls, I see you’re all dressed in the dresses I got you. You all look adorable. I wanted to make sure your needs were met tonight and I’m sure you’re all hungry, I hope you enjoy what the chef and I have chosen for your dinner. Open the cart, please.”

  The girls were so excited, they were all exchanging looks and were sitting up straighter straining to see what was in the cart. The waiter in his white jacket and black pants opened it slowly and dramatically. The covered cart had two shelves one had five steak dinners and the other shelf had five plates each containing two small bowls. One bowl had what appeared to be strained green beans and the other was strained carrots. Their shoulders drooped and they scowled at the cart and then turned looking at their husbands.

  The captain spoke before the girls could say anything. “We have the steak dinners for all the daddies and I made sure they were an extra fine cut for all the trouble you’ve been through today with your little girls.” He smiled at the men and Gabby heard them saying, “Thank you, Captain” or “God, doesn’t that just look amazing.” or “Shit, my mouth is watering just looking at it.”

  The Captain nodded his head at the men saying, “You’re welcome, gentlemen. Now, for you little girls—because you are all being punished and having a bad baby day today, I have asked the chef to prepare strained green beans and carrots for you. If you eat both cups, you will be rewarded with a cup of crème brulee. Enjoy your dinner ladies.”

  The waiters passed out the plates and the girls were staring at their daddy’s steak dinner covetously. Gabby was looking at Jace’s steak and literally could feel her mouth water, she looked down at her plate. It was plated beautifully, but it was strained green beans and carrots. Gabby didn’t like those vegetables in whole form. She didn’t think she would be able to eat it without gagging.

  “Daddy.” Gabby said in a small voice, nervous that her Daddy would say no. “I don’t like this stuff. I’ll gag if I have to eat it. Please, can I have some of your steak? I’ll even eat the potatoes. You can mash them if you need to.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

  “Sorry, sweetie. Every action has a consequence and your consequence today is what you have on your plate in front of you.” He pointed his fork—which had a piece of steak on it—at the plate in front of Gabby. “And, yes, you may actually gag. I’m sorry about that. But you will eat at least half of what’s on your plate. No balking and no whining. Understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She picked up her spoon and took some of the green beans first and put them in her mouth. “Oh. Oh, no, Daddy. It’s arr—fulll!” And, right on cue, Gabby gagged and caught some of the green beans in her napkin as some fell out of her mouth while gagging.

  Jace just shook his head at her. “You need to keep your comments in your head Gabby and eat quietly.”

  Gabby nodded with tears in her eyes, her bottom was sore enough that she didn’t want to push him any further today. She took a bite of carrots and that was even worse. She spit the contents of her mouth into her napkin.

  Well, if they were doing a contract when they got home. She would request no more green beans or carrots.

  Jace cleared his throat and swallowed his steak. “Now you have to finish that bowl of carrots. You are not allowed to spit the contents of the bowls into a napkin. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She hated when he was strict like this. He made her life so difficult.

  Gabby watched as Meggie Mine was getting into similar trouble. Daddy Michael was saying, “Meggie Mine you will not put your dinner in the plant. I am asking the waiter to bring another bowl and now you’ll have to eat the whole bowl.”

  Well, there went that idea.

  To her left, Daddy Tim was scolding Lilly, “If you keep gagging like that you’re going to get this on your white dress. Keep that napkin tucked in at your neck.”

  Gabby was just thinking that Becca had been awfully quiet, when she suddenly stood up next to Gabby and yelled, “This is fucking bullshit! If all you damn men think this is so Goddamn great you can just have both of these. I am done trying to eat this shit!” She picked up a bowl in each hand and dumped the contents of the green bean into Daddy Bob’s lap and the contents of the carrots into Daddy Jace’s lap.

  There was a collective gasp at the table and Gabby swore she saw steam come out of Daddy Jace’s ears and sparks fly from his eyes. Gabby was thankful on Becca’s behalf that the carrots fell into his napkin and not on his pants. It most likely saved her life. He pulled up the corners of the napkin and tossed it and the contents into the middle of the table. When Daddy Jace quickly pushed his chair out and bolted upright, Gabby backed up and gave Jace a wide berth.

  Becca had decided to take that opportunity to run and had turned to make her great escape just as Daddy Jace put his left hand around the back of her neck steering her back to the table. “Oh no, little girl, you’re staying for this. Daddy Bob, do I have your permission?”

  “Absolutely. Discipline her and let me learn from watching you, good sir!”

  Jace sat back down in his chair and pulled Becca over his lap with no further ceremony. He wrangled her panties completely off and tossed them beside the table with the napkin. He undid the tabs on her diaper and threw it on the floor. He whistled when he saw her bottom, “Wow, looks like someone got the belt after her caning this afternoon. And with all these stripes, you still chose to behave like this?” He patted her bottom lightly rubbing his fingers gingerly over welts, pushing and poking at some of the bruises.

  Jace put his hand in the air and yelled, “Waiter! Can you please tell the chef that I would like a wooden spoon and a plastic spatula for a discipline session in the dining room.”

  The waiter responded with a grin on his face, “Yes, sir. I’d be glad to, sir.”

  Jace raised his voice taking in his table and the others close by, “While we’re waiting for Becca’s spoon and spatula, I’m going to give her a warm up. I don’t tolerate swearing, so I suggest you keep yourself from swearing or this is going to get way more embarrassing. And I think this is pretty embarrassing as it is, don’t you, Becca?”

  “Yes, sir. Please. I’m sorry.” Becca was looking over her shoulder with tears coursing down her face.

  Jace patted her bottom possessively, “Oh, Rebecca, you’ve only begun to be sorry. When I am done paddling this little bottom, you’ll be very sorry. Believe me. Let’s begin.”

  Swat! Jace swatted her bottom five times hard and fast and Gabby could tell that s
he was not used to a hand that felt worse than a paddle. It was shocking and Gabby knew from experience, even when you are used to it, it was still alarming.

  Becca’s legs went straight out and she clenched her bottom tightly. Gabby felt bad for her a little. Her bottom was already pretty red and you could see the stripes from the cane and the belt and now she had Jace’s hand to deal with, not to mention the spoon and spatula.

  Jace stopped swatting long enough to say, “Unclench your cheeks, little girl. It won’t hurt as much if you unclench your bottom.”

  Becca gritted her teeth and mumbled in what she thought was under her breath, “Unclench this, asshole.”

  But Jace heard her. Gabby swore he had the hearing of a dog. “Uh-uh, I said no swearing. You were clearly warned, and you said you would refrain. Daddy Bob, I have a punishment to reinforce who is in charge during a punishment. May I invade her back entrance with my finger? The humiliation and embarrassment will reinforce how she is to behave.”

  Daddy Bob didn’t hesitate to respond. “Yes. I believe she’ll remember this punishment.”

  Daddy Jace patted Becca’s bottom. “Well, you asked for this punishment, Becca, by swearing. Remember that.” Jace then tipped her forward, exposing her bottom hole, and he immediately put his finger into her dark hole, pumping it a few times. “Do you still feel like swearing, Miss Becca?”

  “Ow!” Becca put her hands over her face and Gabby could see her neck blushing from the embarrassment of the public humiliation. “No, I won’t swear anymore.”

  “Mmmmmm.” Jace began pumping his finger in and out. “Seems like you just said that. Let’s be sure. Okay, bad girl? I think you need to tell all the little girls here how it feels to have my large finger in your puckered little hole. Tell everyone, in detail please. Does it burn?”

  “Oh! Please…” Becca was openly sobbing by this point.

  “Nope. The time for pleading is over. Please start talking, or I will swat you while my finger is in your bottom.”