The Little Princess Cruise Read online

  “If I fall on the floor, maybe this damn thing will fall out!”

  Swat! “There’s that mouth again. Do we need to add to this punishment?”

  “No, nooooo! I’m sorry! Really, really sorry. Okay, okay. This is me talking. I’m talking. Okay. So what have I learned? Oh God, I can’t think. Hold on, okay? Uhm, I’ve learned that Scott’s ten minute speech probably felt as bad as this. Probably more because everyone was watching and only you’re watching me. I learned that words can hurt and burn just as much as ginger in your asshole, maybe more.”

  “Are little girls supposed to say ‘asshole?’” Swat!

  “No! Sorry. I didn’t mean to say it. Bum! That ginger in your bum hurts as much as words. Words hurt more because you can’t take them out like you can take out ginger. Daddy, can you take out the ginger please? I’ve learned. I really have, please?”

  “Yes, pumpkin, we’ll take it out now. But I want you to know, that I’m peeling some ginger and putting it in a baggie for our trip. I’ve heard that the burn is much more intense when it has fermented in a baggie for a couple days. So I’d keep a guard over your mouth on our vacation. What do you think?”

  She turned her head looking over her shoulder at him. Was he serious? His barn must be on fire. There is no way it could be worse. What evil person figured this out?

  “Worse than this? It burns worse than this?”

  “That’s what I’ve read. So, I’d be a good girl and spend more time listening than talking and I definitely would stop saying mean things because I think this ginger may be the cure we were looking for, Miss Gabby.”

  She hated when he did that. Had that all-knowing, I’m in charge and you can’t do anything about it attitude. It made her so mad! And usually, she’d spout off some sarcastic remark to let him know that she wasn’t going to knuckle under so easily, but today that didn’t seem wise. Today, her puckered hole was sore enough that she decided she’d let him think whatever he wanted. Today she’d be compliant and obedient.

  Daddy Jace smiled at her, nodding, and said, “I thought I was right too. Glad you agree.”

  He patted her bottom and twisted the vile, evil, devil’s prong out of her bottom hole and she sighed in relief. It still burned, but at least the hot poker burn wasn’t present.

  “Let’s get you to bed. We’ve a big day tomorrow. You’re going to love the Little Princess Cruise and all the new friends we’re going to make. You need sleep, so I’ll finish packing. Whatever I forget to pack we can buy on the ship. We won’t worry about any of it.”

  Jace walked her up the stairs and watched her get ready for bed. She was such a beautiful woman; he loved her chestnut colored hair, when the light hit her head the red highlights made her sparkle. She was tall and curvy, and he loved those curves. At a size 16 some would think she was heavy, but he was a big man at six foot four inches. He enjoyed her size and said she was made just for him. His perfect mate.

  She came out of the bathroom, still naked with a pink striped bottom.

  “How does your bottom feel?”

  “It hurts, Daddy. And it’s really pink, look,” she said, turning around to show him her pretty bottom. And yes, it was striped from his belt.

  “It’s very pink and resembles a Victoria’s Secret bag with all the pink stripes on it. Do you think those very sore stripes will remind you tomorrow how you’re supposed to behave and that you’ll behave throughout our vacation?”

  “Yes, Daddy, it will.” She pouted with tears in her eyes.

  “How’s that pretty rosebud doing?”

  “It still stings. How long will it sting, Daddy?”

  “I hear it can last as long as an hour. So you’ll go to sleep feeling that burn. That’s probably how Scott felt today after the meeting. Mmmmm? Do you think?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

  “I know, girlie. Let’s get you to bed. Tomorrow is our exciting day.” As he pulled the covers up he kissed her forehead.

  * * *

  The next morning on board the ship, as Jace watched his gorgeous wife sleep, he once again realized how much he loved her. Foibles and all, she was a good woman. She was smart and business savvy; she knew what she was doing in their family business and had made it successful. Overall, she was an amazing CEO and a good manager. He was more than willing to help her get where she needed to be with a little encouragement, education, and definitely some discipline.

  But today she was going to get her nails done while he attended a daddy class, and then they’d have a formal dinner at the Captain’s Dining Room. His little girl would be stunning as always, and she’d be displaying some pretty, pink stripes under her gown.

  Chapter Three

  Tim and Lilly had gotten their luggage and walked up onto the ship like all the other pretty women/littles with their Daddies. It was so exciting to look at all the littles and wonder who was going to be her new friend and wonder if they lived near her and Daddy.

  Lilly had worn her pretty pink skirt that day with a delicate white sweater, she loved wearing pink. And her Daddy insisted that she wear skirts often because it gave him easy access to her bottom. The skirt had a pretty white poodle on it that was puffy and made with felt fabric, just like the poodle skirts in the 50s. The little white cashmere sweater was a Christmas present from her Daddy. Her black hair contrasted with the white and he said she was truly stunning.

  Lilly and Tim had been saving for the Princess Cruise for quite some time. It was difficult when they were both paying student loans, but this vacation would give them friends who lived the Daddy/little girl lifestyle. There were many days that they had questions, and wished for mentors and friends who might help them understand the nuances of their chosen dynamic.

  Lilly had finished school and was a paralegal in a law firm. Her husband/daddy, Tim, was a physician’s assistant at a local doctor’s office affiliated with a local hospital. Tim was a caring, sensitive person who naturally fell into caring for her, and looking out for her needs. He told her it was why he chose the profession he was in.

  Yesterday Lilly had called the doctor’s office, “Hi Tim, can you talk?”

  “I really can’t sweetie, I’ve got to call several doctors’ offices regarding patients that have appointments this afternoon and I still have two patients to see myself. I love you but there just isn’t any time to talk today.”

  Lilly was concerned “But Tim you’ll get sick if you don’t eat lunch. You have to take care of yourself too.”

  “I know, sweetie. Tomorrow will be a better day. We’ll be on vacation. I just have a lot to do before that vacation can start. Don’t you worry, that’s my job remember?”

  As conscientious as he was at work, those same traits carried over into the household. Just two days ago, the night before trash day, Tim had been upset about some scheduled chores for Lilly that had not been completed.

  “Lilly, tomorrow is trash, right?” He walked into the room with his hands on his hips, looking frustrated.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said looking over her shoulder. She was laying on the couch reading a story on her Kindle with Say Yes To The Dress on TV.

  “Then that means you were supposed to clean out the refrigerator and empty the trash cans in the bathrooms and bedrooms, right?”

  “I guess.”

  “No guessing about it. You know that I like these things done the day before trash. It keeps things clean and orderly. You also know that I don’t believe you should be watching TV and reading while there are chores to be done. I made dinner last night in a crock pot so it would be ready today and I threw in some laundry when I walked through the door. What have you done since you got home today, Lilly?”

  “Well. I made our bed.” She quickly closed her Kindle and put it down, figuring it was safer for her bottom to not be reading right now.

  “The bed was supposed to be made this morning. Up. Now. And start cleaning the fridge and emptying trash please, while I put a load of clothes in the dryer.”
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  He expected Lilly to follow some guidelines he had established to help the house run in a smooth manner. He wasn’t someone who felt only the wife should cook and clean. He did his share of laundry and cooking, but if she was home earlier than he was, he expected her to throw a load of laundry in or fold a load of laundry while dinner was cooking in the oven or crock pot. He took care of most outside chores, but expected Lilly to help with watering and weeding when necessary. If there were things to be done, he didn’t appreciate coming home to find her reading or watching TV. Those were things to be enjoyed when the house was in order. But, to be fair, she had to admit that he did all those chores too if he came home first.

  They were a couple who shared the duties of the household. However, he established the guidelines on how the house was to be run, and he doled out the consequences when she misbehaved. She had a tendency to procrastinate and put things off for later. If she thought he wasn’t coming home for another hour, she’d wait to do her chores. Many days, this backfired on her when he came home early.

  When there was a disagreement or she was careless with her health or her responsibilities either at work or home, consequences occurred. These consequences could be loss of privilege, for example, no TV, early bedtime, or revoking coffee at Starbucks (one of her guilty pleasures). And there were many times that these consequences were a bare bottom spanking.

  Lilly was petite and looked very young for her age. She was almost a foot shorter than her daddy. She was like the adage, “five foot two, eyes of blue” and she had black hair that was striking against her milky white skin. She truly looked like a real life version of Snow White—something she wasn’t overly happy dealing with. She had been teased and called Snow White on many days in school and it was one of her buttons, even as an adult. Overall, Lilly considered herself pretty well behaved. She rarely had to be spanked and spent a good deal of time avoiding a spanking at all costs.

  And with her daddy being a physician’s assistant, she had become curious about medical play and found herself reading sexy little stories and buying medical play books online. She had hinted to Daddy that she might be interested in some medical play, enemas, temperature taking, etc.

  They decided that they needed to find other friends who did medical play or had Daddy/little girl roles. It was time to expand their circle and find some friends to discuss issues like this.

  One day while reading different blogs on Daddy/little girl dynamics, Lilly saw an ad for the Little Princess Cruise—a vacation for married couples that practiced age play. There were also cruises for Mommy/little boy, Mommy/little girl, and Daddy/little boy. But this cruise in particular was for Daddies and their little girls. There were Daddy seminars to help them with discipline, boundaries, bad/good baby weekends, how to balance career and lifestyle, medical play, etc. And the little girls could attend art classes, swimming, tea parties, dance class, manicures, pedicures, and massages. They even had a store where you could get a personalized stuffed animal made for you.

  * * *

  Tim and Lilly woke up early so they could drive to the airport to catch their flight to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, which is where they were embarking on their cruise to the Caribbean. Lilly wasn’t a morning person and they had to get up before it was light out. She spent a lot of the time whining, complaining and guzzling coffee.

  “Lilly, sweetie, it’s early for both of us. If you spent your time trying to be excited, we’d have a better time getting ready. Your whining is wearing thin. Please stop.” He turned with an eyebrow raised and stared at her. She hated when he looked like that. It was morning. No one liked morning, did they? And just because he was Mr. Chipper in the morning didn’t mean she had to be chipper in the morning. But she decided to keep that to herself.

  “I need more coffee.”

  “No, you need to back off the coffee. You’ve had enough. You’re going to be on a plane very soon and will have a limited ability to use a bathroom.”

  “That’s hours away. Not now or even soon. I want coffee, Tim.” As she walked away to the kitchen she heard him give an exasperated sigh.

  She poured her Jamaican Me Crazy into her mug with a nice vanilla creamer and moaned out loud. How? How do people survive without coffee in the morning?

  In her reverie, she heard Tim shout, “Lilly Love, don’t forget to pack our water and some snacks for the trip.” She rolled her eyes and didn’t move. She hated morning.

  Tim came out with the luggage all packed and their jackets. He had both of their backpacks with clothes for overnight, in case their luggage was lost.

  “There’s my girl,” he said sauntering up to her. He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in for a forehead kiss. “Are you excited, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy. And nervous. I hope we make friends.”

  “We will sweetie. We will. Well, why don’t you go potty and we’ll go. We don’t want to be late.”

  * * *

  Tim and Lilly were in the airport when Tim said, “Sweetie, will you give me a water, please?”

  She just stared at him. He knew he should have checked up on her. Her procrastination was the one area that they continually had difficulties with. He liked to be organized and appreciated everything in its place, schedules, itineraries, calendars, etc. The things that made life function in an orderly manner. Lilly was more laid back. She didn’t worry about the time or priorities. She lived for the moment.

  “You never put them in the backpacks, did you?”

  “No, Daddy. I’m sorry. I forgot.”

  “Correction. You didn’t forget. You chose to not put the waters in the backpack. I asked you to put them in the bags and you didn’t do it, did you? Did you remember to put the snacks in the backpacks?”

  She bit her lip and looked away. She was watching the other passengers in the airport walking down the main hallway.

  “Lovey, did you pack the snacks?”

  “No! Okay! No! I forgot. I was drinking my coffee and I thought I’d put them in later. But I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

  He took a deep breath. When she was disappointed with herself, she got angry. It was a defense mechanism for her, but she needed to watch her attitude. “Lilliana, you’ll speak to me with the appropriate tone of voice. Answer me again. Politely this time.”

  He saw the anger rise and the blush increase in her cheeks and neck. She was getting angry because she hated having to admit failure. He said it again, with warning this time, “Lilliana.”

  Now the tears welled up in her eyes. She was disappointed and angry and he would comfort her once she showed the proper respect he deserved, and remorse for her negligence.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I really thought I’d remember, and instead I drank my coffee and now we don’t have water or snacks. I can buy us some with my money, okay?”

  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. “C’mere baby. Yes, you should have done it when I asked, but we all make mistakes and it’s only water and snacks. Using your money to buy us water and snacks would be very nice. C’mon, let’s go get our water and some snacks. I’m sure next time, you’ll do better. Let’s get rid of these tears and start over, okay?”

  Tim wiped her tears with his thumbs and marveled again at how piercingly blue her eyes were. He kissed her pink nose and patted her bottom playfully as they walked away to get their trip snacks.

  * * *

  The ship was spectacular. It was a lot bigger than Lilly thought it would be and their cabin had a little balcony so they could sit in the evening and enjoy the sunset. They had received a Daddy/little girl packet when they came onto the ship that had a listing of the amenities for the trip. There were massages, pedicures, manicures, classes and seminars. In addition, there were exercise, yoga, weight rooms, and swimming available.

  Every little girl received a magic wand when they came aboard the Little Princess Cruise. They came in assorted colors—blue, pink, purple, teal or yellow. Lilly’s wand was a pretty pink and
it had pretty sparkly ribbons that hung from it. When the sun shone on it, the ribbons made rainbow reflections on the walls and floors. If you spun it in circles or waved it back and forth quickly, it made magical fairy godmother sounds just like in the princess movies.

  Lilly had been waving her wand listening to it make pretty sounds and watching the reflections on the deck, when another girl who said her name was Amanda came over and they starting waving their wands together. Amanda was about her age and had her blonde hair cut in a short bob, it made her look like a little pixie. She had a turned up nose and pretty blue eyes and Lilly liked her right off. She was only trying to play with the “little girl.” She didn’t think—not thinking things through to completion was a problem for her; Daddy said she had ADD. When Amanda leaned over to retie her shoe, Lily spanked her bottom with her magic wand. Amanda howled, she literally howled. Lilly just stared back at her. Had she gone mad? No one yelled like that from a fairy princess wand. Did they?

  “Ow! You hurt me. You’re a meanie. I’m telling! Daddy!” Mandy yelled loudly.

  “Manda Panda what’s wrong?” Daddy Mark came over, putting his arm around her, looking her in the eye and then turned to give a suspicious, guarded look Lilly’s way.

  And now, of course, Lilly’s daddy was coming over and he gave Lilly a penetrating look. He had the most beautiful green eyes, unless he was angry or intense, then they darkened to an emerald green. “Lilly Love, did something happen?”

  “No. Nothing happened.” Lilly turned and glared at Amanda. “Ask her what’s wrong?”

  “Watch your tone, young lady.” Tim gave her a warning look, “Answer the question. What happened, even if it was by mistake?”

  Lilly stomped her foot and crossed her arms, her lip protruding out and furrowed her eyebrows at her daddy. The ocean breeze was mussing up his blonde hair. His hair was as light as her hair was dark. They really made a striking couple.