The Little Princess Cruise Page 3

  “I’m very well aware that we’re in the kitchen. Are you planning on defying me?”

  “No, Daddy.”

  “Good choice. Clothes. Now.”

  It was hard to believe that he took orders from her during the week at work. His command of a discipline session was unwavering; she found it hard to breathe during a session. She pushed her sweatpants off, then her pretty rainbow colored socks. She had her white panties on with the different colored balloons. She left them on as requested. She paused before taking her teddy bear sweatshirt off.

  “Yes, shirt too, Gabby.” It was so humiliating to take everything off, it made her feel so vulnerable. She stood nearly naked before him, so nervous her body shivered. Her nipples tightened as she watched him stare at her breasts.

  He leaned his hip against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest and studied her. She started to cross her arms over her stomach. She just felt so exposed.

  “Uh-uh, no covering yourself. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there.”

  Oh, God now she’d have to feel really exposed. She knew better, but she always caved to her desire to hide. Now, with her fingers laced behind her head, she could feel the air brush over her breasts, the position making them jut out even more. She looked up into his piercing green eyes. They always reminded her of cat eyes. She was hoping she’d see sympathy or pity in those beautiful eyes, hoping that she may get a reprieve from her spanking. She searched, but she couldn’t read his expression. He just stared back at her, looking so stern and calm. He was always so dominant, he didn’t have to say a word; a look was all that was needed to make her knees turn to jelly.

  She asked him once how he was able to submit to her authority at work during the week, how he didn’t feel threatened by it. His response was “When you’re comfortable with yourself and know the power you possess naturally, it’s easy to submit to authority. A person in authority gives orders to achieve a goal and it in no way threatens a person who knows the power they wield.”

  He submitted to her for the good of the company and because she was in authority, but when they were at home his natural power superseded her work authority.

  When she focused on him again, he tilted his head, looking at her, “What were you thinking, Gabby?” He casually grabbed her hip and pulled her closer to him.

  “Uhm… I was thinking about how you’re always in charge. Even when we’re at work, you’re still in charge.”

  “Well, not necessarily. And, yet… yes that’s very true. You’re in charge at work; you’re the person in authority. You’re my boss and you give the orders for my role and responsibilities in the company. However, Daddy Jace is always in charge of Gabby Girl. Your well-being and behavior are always of concern to me. I take care of what’s mine. And you, my little girl, are mine. Don’t ever doubt it.”

  He patted her bottom with his hand and said, “That brings us to the next topic. How are you supposed to talk to people, Gabrielle Marie?”

  “With kind and uplifting words. I’m not supposed to be mean or vicious with my words. I’m not supposed to bully or mock people. Words can destroy and hurt people.”

  “Well, you definitely have that memorized. Did you remember that this morning, Gabby?” As he talked, he brushed his knuckles over her breasts.

  “No, Daddy.”

  “No, you didn’t. Scott had been practicing his presentation this week. You knew this. I had told you, right?” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked so stern.

  She averted her eyes, staring at the floor. He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “Yes, Sir.”

  Without hesitation, he reached around her and swatted her bottom hard, saying “Daddy. I told you to call me Daddy or there would be extra swats.”

  “Daddy! I’m sorry. Yes, Daddy. You told me.”

  “I did. I want you to go wait in the corner and think about how you made Scott feel in the meeting today.” He grabbed her by the arm and swatted her behind four times, hard. “The sting in your bottom will help you think better. Now, go!”

  Gabby kept her hands laced behind her head and her nose touching the corner with her bottom presenting in a slightly bent posture. Daddy had strict rules on standing in the corner and she didn’t want to make her discipline any worse tonight. Goodness, the burn in her bottom made it hard to think. She wondered if he knew how hard his hand was; every single time she swore it was harder than her paddle. How would she survive a paddling tonight—if a paddling was what she was getting. He’d said her punishment was going to be the belt, and she just hoped he didn’t add the paddle also.

  “Gabby, put your arms down and come see Daddy, please.”

  Gabby, stalling for time, walked slowly to her daddy. Jace was rubbing her arms, and before he could lecture her, she spoke up tentatively, sounding so young “Daddy, I’m really, really sorry. I like Scott and I didn’t want to hurt him. I told him I was sorry twice today and told him that he did a great job. I’m sorry, please don’t spank me.”

  “Sorry, Gabby Girl, but your tongue got away from you today and every action has a reaction. The reaction to your bullying, mocking and mean words is a spanking. But I’m going to do something different this time.”

  Jace leaned over and grabbed something from the counter top. “Do you see this?”

  She nodded.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s a ginger root. No, Daddy! Please!”

  “Gabby! Stop whining now! Yes, it’s ginger. I’m going to put the ginger root in your puckered hole and then you’re going to get twenty licks with my belt, like I promised at the meeting today. Then you’re going to lie over my lap for ten minutes with the ginger as a pacifier for your pretty pink rosebud.”

  He then hooked his thumbs into the elastic on her panties and slowly and tortuously pulled her panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

  “Step out of them, please.”

  She awkwardly pulled her feet out of her panties and stood completely naked and vulnerable in front of her husband, her daddy, feeling so unsure of what to do with her arms. He quietly sat in the kitchen chair waiting, letting her humiliation settle in.

  “Imagine how Scott felt with his disability exposed to everyone at the conference room table and being humiliated by the person in authority. I imagine it would feel similar to standing naked in front of your daddy waiting for your spanking. I imagine that your words hurt him, burned him, like the ginger will burn your bottom tonight.”

  She fought it, but she could feel the tears running down her face. She didn’t cry often, but he was right. She had injured Scott and her punishment was well deserved. With a quivering chin, she let out a small sob and said, “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “I know, sweetie. I think after this punishment, you’ll think before you speak again. But we’re going to make sure. This discipline session will continue tomorrow too.”

  “But we’re going on our trip tomorrow!”

  “I know. Tomorrow before our Captain’s Dinner, you’ll receive six licks of the belt again. I want to be sure that the stripes on your bottom remind you how to speak and say kind words. You’re hoping to meet new friends, new little girls to play with. Because you’ll have a very sore bottom, I believe you’ll show everyone how sweet you truly are and make great friends. Let’s get your punishment started, sweetie.”

  He helped her lie over his lap in as he sat at the kitchen table. She was still so concerned that someone would stop by and knock on the door. “Daddy? What if someone comes to the door?”

  “No one can see anything. I closed all the blinds. You’re okay, Gabby, I’d never let that happen to you. Now, you just focus on your spanking.”

  She braced herself with one hand on the floor and one on his ankle. It made her feel better to touch him during a spanking, even though he was going to be the main reason for her pain, it gave her comfort to know he was there for her and cared. Her nerves had her rubbing her hand o
n his calf and ankle. He pushed her farther forward so she was over his left knee and she felt air brush across her bottom hole as it was exposed.

  “I want you to bear down as I push the ginger in. Do not clench your bottom.” She felt it pushing against her entrance and she bore down to help it ease into her body.

  “It’s too big, Daddy. It won’t go in!”

  Daddy Jace chuckled, “It’s not too big, baby, believe me. We’re almost there, bear down.”

  She swore she heard it pop when it went in and she laid still, waiting for the burn to start. She always forgot that it took a few minutes and usually it was when she started clenching that the juice from the ginger would burn her tissues.

  “Time to get up, Gabby.” Jace patted her bottom and helped her to stand. He stood up with her and moved his chair out of the way.

  “Bend over the table and grasp the other side. I want your hands out of the way.”

  She hated getting the belt; she looked at him hoping to manipulate him with her emotions. Her tears had always worked on her father.

  Daddy’s lips thinned and he put his hands on his belt, and growled “Do not try to manipulate me, Gabrielle Marie; you’ll be a very sorry little girl. I’m not your father. Fathers can be manipulated by their children’s tears. You may be my little girl, but as an adult woman you knew exactly what you were doing and as an adult woman your backside is able to handle receiving the belt. Now, put your tears away—you’re going to need them soon. Now, bend over that table. Obedience would be in your best interest right now.”

  The table felt cold on her breasts and belly, and she stretched her arms out, grasping the far edge of the table to keep her hands out of the way. She turned her head sideways, the wood cool against her cheek. She could see him moving out of her peripheral vision. Ice dropped loudly into the ice maker on the fridge and the clock slowly ticked to her right. The next sound she heard made her shiver from head to toe, goose bumps rising on her arms—the tinkling of the belt buckle as he undid the belt from his pants.

  Schwap! Schwap, schwap!

  “You’ll be receiving twenty licks of the belt tonight and six more tomorrow. You won’t speak unkind words!”

  Crack! The first lash of the belt always shocked her. Always. She never remembered how much it hurt until the first one. The next three came in quick succession and she clenched and unclenched her hands on the table to keep them in place.

  “You won’t bully people and you most definitely won’t bully employees. You’ll end up in HR having a claim filed against you. Is that what you want?”

  “No, Daddy!” She felt herself clenching and the burn of the ginger seeping into her back entrance.

  “You definitely won’t do it again after the next two days.”

  The belt lashed another three times and it wasn’t her imagination these were harder than the last three. She yelped and said “Oh! Ow! Ow, ow, ow!”

  Shaking her hips left to right, she could feel the ginger starting to burn. Oh God, it stung. It felt like a lit match in her little bottom hole. The more it burned, the more she clenched even though she knew it was having the opposite effect.

  “Oh! Ow, Daddy! It hurts!” She was bending her knees and waggling her hips. Nothing was helping.

  “Do you think it hurts as much as Scott hurts tonight after you made the conference room laugh at him? Does it hurt that much, Gabrielle Marie?”

  She diligently tried to answer, she really did. But she was so focused on the pain in her bottom that she just whimpered instead.

  “Two more swats. You’re supposed to answer when a question is asked.”

  Whap! Those two lashes hit the underside of her left and then her right cheek. She shrieked on those two and the gush of ginger juice to her bottom hurt so much that she started to rise, unable to lie still one second longer.

  Daddy Jace, put a steadying hand to her back and said, “Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

  “I gotta… I gotta get up, Daddy! I’ve got to w-walk! Please!” Once again, she pushed her hands on the table hoping he would let her up this time, but instead she felt his hand on the small of her back.

  “Nope, you’re going to lie here and take it. Just like Scott did. He had no choice, he had to just sit and deal with it. It hurts doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, Daddy!” Maybe she’d end up in the hospital. She was pretty sure she was going to end up in the hospital. And wouldn’t he just feel like a total ass when he had to tell the doctor that he almost killed his wife with ginger in her puckered hole. Oh, my God. How embarrassing! Was it possible to die from this? Yes! The answer had to be yes!

  “Daddy! I can’t! I’m going to die!

  Daddy Jace actually laughed. He laughed out loud at her! “Baby, you may feel like you’re dying, but I assure you all you have is vegetable juice in your bottom. No one has ever died from figging.”

  “Last three, Gabby.” Jace picked up the belt again, resting it on her bottom. “You won’t mock or make fun of someone. You won’t make fun of someone who has a disability—in public or in private. Is that understood?

  “Yes, D-daddy! I’m ss-so sorry!”

  “I know, girlie.” She felt his hand on her back, which she appreciated, she was unsure she’d be able to hold still.

  The burn was just incredible. How can one root vegetable cause this much pain? She was bending her knees, rocking from side to side and yet at the same time she could feel her clit throb and her own juices seeping from her sex, coating her inner thighs.

  “Oh, Daddy! Daddy, please! Take it out!”

  “Nope, sorry kiddo. It’s staying in for another ten minutes and if you don’t watch your tone and keep a guard on your mouth, you’ll stand in the corner with it after the ten minutes is up. Now, get up and come lie over my lap.”

  He sat down in the chair and reached out to grasp her around the waist. “Turn around and bend over so I can check that the ginger is secure.”

  Her cheeks heated, the blush spreading down to her collar bones and her eyes filled with tears. She hated humiliation punishment. She moaned and rolled her eyes as she turned and bent over.

  “Keep your attitude right, little girl. I told you I’m not tolerating attitude tonight, didn’t I?” After she bent over, he swatted her bottom hard.

  “Ow!” She stood up grabbing her bottom with both her hands, clenching her cheeks in pain, which made the ginger burn her bottom hole. “Oh, Daddy!”

  Jace sat back and watched her struggle with not clenching and dealing with the invasive burn in her bottom. She was unable to contain her tears and started doing a little dance with both her feet.

  “It hurts doesn’t it, sweetie?” While she was trying to alleviate the sting and burn from her punishment, he stood and wrapped an arm around her waist, bending her over to inspect the insertion and security of the ginger. Once he was convinced that it was secure, he sat down and pulled her over his lap.

  “Ten minutes, Gabby. You’ll lie here and deal with the embarrassment of having ginger in your bottom and while you’re thinking I want you to think of how Scott felt during his ten minute presentation today, how your mocking and ridiculing made him feel. I wonder if the blushing on his face and neck felt as humiliating as being held over your daddy’s lap like a little child. What do you think, Gabby?”

  “Ohhhhhhhh, Daddy! I think my bottom feels worse. It hurts, Daddy!”

  “Mmmmm, I think you may change your mind after contemplating your actions for ten more minutes. I know it’s uncomfortable and it’s difficult to hold still. But I want you to remain as still as you can. If you start wiggling too much, I’ll pump the ginger in your bottom and give you extra swats. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  * * *

  Jace watched his little girl struggle over his lap. He needed to get through to her. She had to curb her tongue so she could make and keep friends at work and outside of work. This cruise was important to both of them. They wanted—no, they nee
ded—friends that shared the lifestyle. Jace needed other men who were daddies so he could ask questions about boundaries, implements, enemas, bad baby girl weekends, good baby weekends, etc.

  He checked his watch. Five minutes had gone by and she was actually doing very well. Just to check her compliance level and submission, he took the end of the ginger and twisted it in her bottom, pushing it as he twisted it. He watched her clench her cheeks and stiffen her legs, and with a low moan and whine she started to waggle her hips as the juice burned her dark channel.

  “Daddy, can it come out now? Please. Oh God, it hurts so bad!”

  “Let’s talk, girlie. What have you learned from this? Explain how you feel and how it compares to how you made Scott feel today.” Jace’s hand was patting her bottom gently.

  “Oh! I’ve learned that I don’t like ginger in my butt! And that it’ll never come into this house ever again!”

  Swat! “That isn’t what I meant and you know it. You aren’t supposed to like this, it’s a punishment. Now, explain to me what you’ve learned, and be sincere or I’ll add ten more minutes.” While he was speaking, he twisted the ginger in her bottom and she whimpered.

  “I’ve learned that I need to be patient. That when I’m impatient, I say mean things. I don’t mean to be mean to people, it just happens, Daddy.”

  “I know, girlie, but maybe if you remember that ginger will be the punishment of choice for your mouth now, maybe you’ll think before you speak. Am I correct in assuming this?”

  “I’ll think, for sure. Daddy, can it come out and then we can talk, please?” The burn was so intolerable that she was lifting her hips now, rapidly clenching and unclenching her cheeks in a desperate attempt to ease the fire in her bottom. Well, that’s what she thought anyway. It would seem it had to alleviate it somewhat, right? She was visualizing her bottom hole opening and yawning when she lifted her hips and hoping the act would prevent the juices from burning the skin further. The reality was, it burned just as much but she kept lifting her hips anyway.

  “Gabby, you’re going to succeed in falling on the floor if you keep moving like this. Hold still and concentrate on talking to me! What else have you learned?”