The Little Princess Cruise

by Megan Michaels

  Captain Garrett addressed Michael and Brad in front of the group, “What kind of trouble? Relate to us some of the trouble and how you’re dealing with it. We all learn by hearing what other couples are going through and how they deal with certain issues.”

  Michael looked at Brad and they both started to laugh, “I’m not even sure where to begin. They get in so much trouble.” He paused looking down at the table. Jace figured he was trying to decide which story to relate. “One night they both went to a two-for-one margarita night at a local bar and after having had two drinks each they drove home.” The men were shaking their heads.

  Jace whistled and muttered “I hope you gave them the cane for that.”

  Bob was heard saying, “Well, they probably just wanted to have some fun, they just weren’t thinking.”

  Michael continued, “Oh, they got their bottoms paddled, Jace. Believe me. They both got the belt in addition to another punishment before the belt. At our house Meggie got the lying paddle because she lied about where she was on top of drinking. Molly got the wooden spoon. Then the next day we punished them together with the hair brush. We’re pretty strict with them. They just seem to enjoy the thrill and challenge of misbehaving.”

  The Captain said, “Ah, wild at heart. They can’t just watch the thrill; they’ve to be part of the thrill. It’s a definite challenge. Again, consistency is the key.”

  Jace nodded and spoke up at that point and said, “As bad as the paddle, spoon, and belt are, you gentlemen may want to purchase a cane. A few well-placed swats with a cane and some nice welted stripes will change their tune.”

  Brad and Michael looked at each other agreeing. Brad said, “You may be right. It might be time to try the cane.”

  The Captain interjected and said, “We’ve got some pretty nice canes in our gift shop here on the ship. Feel free to look around.”

  At that point, Tim spoke up and said that Lilly was pretty good and truly disliked discipline, so their dynamic was pretty easy. They’d many situations where Lilly was impulsive and didn’t think things through and mistakenly did things to upset others or him, but overall she was compliant and loved being a little girl. But, as a physician’s assistant he dealt with medical issues every day and Lilly had hinted at wanting to expand their little play to include medical play. He was concerned about this and wasn’t sure how appropriate this was.

  Captain Garrett stated, “Although it isn’t certain and is only speculation at this point, it has been reported by people who practice medical play as escorts that many women who are into medical play are intelligent and hold professional careers. Does that match your Lilly?”

  “Well, she’s a paralegal in a local law firm, so she meets the intelligence and professional career path.”

  Captain continued, “The mind always precedes the body and you’ve already stated that she’s well behaved and submits easily, so it makes sense that one of the other arenas for submission would be with her body and since you have a medical background, medical play would be the normal progression of your relationship. There is nothing inappropriate about it. It’s between consenting adults in the privacy of your home. We all bring our experiences to the bedroom. For most of us that’s past relationships, but it makes sense that whatever experience you have professionally or personally would be brought into the bedroom to the benefit of your marriage. If you’re concerned, have her sign a contract so if there is ever any legal or medical professional issues, you can produce a contract that was signed previous to the medical play.”

  Bob’s phone rang and he looked at the screen and sighed, telling everyone “Oh great, this is Momma G. Someone is misbehaving.”

  “Hello. Yes, this is Bob. I see.” Bob put his forehead in his hand, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Yes, she knows better than that and has been disciplined before for those exact words. She knows that.” He put his hand over his mouth, shaking his head. “You were well within your rights to do that, I gave you permission. Good, it sounds like it was effective.” He silently nodded his head a couple of time. “Yes. I’ll be right over. And can you do me a favor? Tell her that her daddy is very disappointed and knows she can do better than this. Tell her I love her and we’ll take care of this and start fresh again. Thank you.”

  Bob hung up and turned to his new friends. “Well, it looks like I have a rebellious teenager that needs to be picked up early from her mani/pedi.” He shook his head, frowning. “She got spanked in front of everyone by Momma G for bullying, swearing and defying rules about listening to her iPhone. I guess it’s time to show her some boundaries and discipline, followed by some serious cuddling and unconditional love, right Captain? Wish me well guys; I’ll see you at dinner. Thanks, Captain, your advice will help a lot. I just didn’t think I was going to put it into action this quickly.”

  The captain chuckled, clapping Bob on the shoulder. “These little girls of ours keep us on our toes. You’ll do fine. We’ll see you tonight.”

  Chapter Six

  Bob walked to the mani/pedi room on the ship, trying to get his plan of action ready. He needed to be strict, consistent, loving, caring and above all, Becca’s daddy. He had warned her that he wanted her to be on her best behavior. They’d both agreed that this trip was important. Becca had told him on more than one occasion that she wanted friends she could talk to, friends who also had a daddy they adored and a daddy who spanked. For different reasons, they both needed friends in the lifestyle.

  Why did she have to be so rebellious?

  Then he remembered Captain Garrett’s words: she needed to work through the rebellious phase she had as a teen but with a daddy that didn’t hate her, or disown her. They’d specifically talked about no swearing and putting that damn phone away! Well, they’d be discussing it again soon. He walked into the mani/pedi room and felt his blood pressure rise.

  God, why did women like stuff like this?

  It was a sea of pink. Pink everywhere and these damn golf balls hanging from the ceiling that he had to duck under. And now all these women/little girls were looking at him.

  Bob turned and saw Becca who was sitting in a chair looking his way. She looked concerned, with tears in her eyes. Then, like a window shade had been pulled down she became angry and sullen, her eye brows furrowed and she scowled his way crossing her arms over her chest staring at her feet. Yep, the sullen teen. She needed to know that she had his unconditional love—but she also needed to know that he wouldn’t tolerate her defiance either.

  Momma G walked up to him and said, “Hi, Daddy Bob. Your little girl has been a naughty girl today. As I told you on the phone, her misbehavior today included being mean to others, bullying, swearing and defying the rules of no phones and ear buds.” She turned to Becca, beckoning with a wave of her hand. “Come over here please, and join this conversation with your daddy.”

  Becca let out a sigh and got up, walking toward them with a surliness that made his back teeth grind. She stopped in front of them and said, “Yeah?”

  “Attitude, Becca. You don’t want to add to your punishment.” Bob wanted to set the tone as soon as possible.

  Momma G continued, “As I was saying, those were the misbehaviors she exhibited. I had asked everyone to introduce themselves and get to know each other. One of her neighbors, Molly, was talking about the fun they could have at picnics and all the games they’d play and Miss Becca decided to interrupt saying”—Momma G glanced at Becca, giving her a grim nod—“Becca, why don’t you tell Daddy yourself what you said to Miss Molly?”

  This was encouraging, she at least had the decency to look embarrassed… and what was that? Maybe nervousness?

  Becca looked through her eyelashes at him. “Well, she just talked too much and I wasn’t thinking, I guess. I just… well, I was upset with her making too much noise, so I said something like ‘do you ever shut the hell up?’ And then I asked her ‘what’s wrong with you and are you just one of those fucking hyper people that drive people nuts?’ I said something
like that to her.”

  “What? You spoke to a potential friend this way? What were you thinking, Becca? Were you thinking at all?” Bob was livid.

  How could she jeopardize their future friendships this way?

  “I put a stop to that—and quickly.” Momma G fixed Becca with a baleful look. “She was required to pull down her pants and panties in front of all the girls, and I gave her five hard swats with Paddy here.” She then pulled out the paddle-ball paddle and waved it in the air for him to see. “She was required to tell all the girls why she was being paddled, and when it was over she had to turn around to pull her pants up and everyone got to see her well-spanked bottom. The girls were very forgiving and were actually compassionate toward her. Becca apologized to her friends and asked for forgiveness.” Momma G glanced over at the other girls. “Molly, in particular, was upset that Becca was spanked, and they actually made up and spent the rest of their mani/pedi planning an upcoming picnic at Daddy Michael and Meggie’s house. Oh, and I’ve got her iPhone here. When I was forced to pull her out of the chair by her ear, because she refused to stand up on her own, the ear bud fell out of her ear alerting me to the iPhone being played.”

  She handed him the iPhone and then turned to Becca saying, “It was actually very nice to meet you Becca and I look forward to seeing you again. Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I’m sure we’ll get along splendidly.”

  “Thank you ma’am, it was nice to meet you too.”

  Momma G turned to him and they both raised their eyebrows at the transformation.

  Bob said, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience and I assure you she’ll be punished for her misdeeds.”

  He took Becca by the arm and walked out of the mani/pedi room back to their room on the ship to continue their discussion.

  * * *

  Becca hated when he held her arm like this, as if she was a recalcitrant child. She supposed that was how she looked to him. Her father never could stand her misbehavior; he said it reflected badly on him. He’d always cared more about how he looked to his church friends than he cared about her. When she’d gotten older, he just ignored her, telling her that he was done with her. Maybe she went too far today? Maybe Daddy would feel the same way her father had? She didn’t want to lose him or what they had.

  Why did I have to act that way?

  She looked up at him. His jaw was clenching and unclenching and she could see him gritting his back teeth. She had definitely set his teeth on edge today. Her bottom began to tingle as an omen of her impending punishment.

  After they entered their room, Daddy shut the door and locked it. He pulled her into his arms and held her close, swaying with her and brushing kisses on her forehead and cheek. “I love you, Baby Becca. What you did was very naughty and we’ll deal with that in a minute. But I just want you to know, that nothing—nothing—will ever interfere with my love for you. I love you. You make me happier than I ever thought possible and we’ll work on your rebelliousness until that sweet little girl I know is in there is there all the time.”

  She felt his hands weave themselves in her hair and her head tilted back as he lightly tugged on it. He kissed her nose and said, “Go down the hall and get my belt.”

  She felt her heart drop and her clit throbbed on cue. “But you have a belt on, why do I’ve got to go down the hallway to get one?”

  “Because I said so. Because I told you to get one. Because I want you to exhibit obedience in your punishment, since you were unable to follow the most minor of rules today. And, finally, I want you to get it so I don’t have to punish you before your punishment. Now. Go.”

  “Geesh. Whatever.” She walked off in a snit, she hated when he got this way. It made her feel so stupid, which then made her act impertinent. “Keep your panties from getting in a wad.”

  “Rebecca Lynne, keep your mouth shut and move!” He was snapping his finger at her which was supposed to make her move quicker, but it always seemed to have the opposite effect.

  When she got to the bedroom, she went to the closet in their cabin and then to the suitcase to see what belts he had brought. He had his thick belt hanging in the closet, she didn’t like that one; it was just too much. She went to the suitcase and he had his thin, black dress belt, but that was really whippy and stingy. She opened the drawers and saw the paddle. She definitely didn’t like the paddle. His woven belt was in the drawer—

  “Becca, if you aren’t out here in ten seconds, I’m choosing the implement and I’m thinking you won’t like my choice.”

  “Holy cow, what’s the damn ass rush? I’m workin’ on it, old man!” Before she could finish the sentence, two hundred pounds of angry Daddy was in the doorway and stalking toward her faster than she could get away. He grabbed her arm, pulling on the button on her jeans and yanking both her jeans and panties down to her knees, hobbling her, and leaving her totally exposed.

  “I want you to repeat what you just said—word for word—as I swat your bottom for each word said.”

  She was going to give him a fight. Opened her mouth to give him a lippy response, but she swore she could see sparks flashing in his black eyes and swallowed her retort instead.

  “Smart choice. Keeping your mouth shut when your pants and panties are around your knees is a good idea. Your bottom is already pink from Momma G. She definitely has a nice little paddle.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, and bent her over with his left leg supporting her body. “Any time is a good time to start. Speak slowly or you’ll have to repeat the words, and I’m thinking you won’t want to do that.”

  “Holy” Swat “Cow” Swat “What” Swat “Is”—”The”—”Damn”—”Ass”—”Rush!” Swat.

  They continued this way until both the sentences were out, and her bottom was a pleasant Pink. He yanked her pants and panties the rest of the way down her legs, leaving them bunched at her ankles, then left her standing in the middle of the floor. He sat down in a chair in the corner of the room.

  “I want you to stand there just as you are. Pants at your ankles, out in the open—exposed—without even a corner to hide in and wait for your spanking. You and that smart mouth get you into trouble every time.”

  She hated when this happened, her eyes welled with tears and she could feel them falling down her cheeks and no matter how she tried to distract herself, she couldn’t make them stop.

  Maybe this time he really was sick of her? Maybe this time he would finally decide she was too much work?

  Her father always said she was more work than she was worth. She was such a compliant child. He reminded her constantly that she was such a perfect little girl, but as she got older she was just “needy and difficult.” He told her on more than one occasion that she’d be alone forever.

  “Men don’t like high maintenance women,” she remembered her father sneering.

  But Becca wasn’t high maintenance like that—she didn’t require fancy bags or make up. She didn’t need those silly manicures and pedicures like she got today. However, her toes were absolutely adorable in the royal blue she picked out. She was too much work already; she didn’t need to add pedicures to it.

  She felt his eyes on her; she peeked out from under her bangs and saw him look at her. He didn’t look mad. He was just watching her.

  Why? Is he thinking about how he’s going to leave me?

  Just thinking about it made her eyes well up with new tears. Her lip started quivering. She felt so bad and unlovable—just like she always had.

  * * *

  Bob hated watching her be this upset. He imagined this is how she’d look as a child in trouble. But she was a grown woman. A woman who wanted to work through her troubled teens. He would see her through this. He would watch her carefully, and make sure her spirit would be repaired. He didn’t want to see her spirit injured any further than her asshole parents had done—his goal was to repair and restore. But she needed to work through the fear. She needed to see that even when she gave him her worst teenage behavior, h
e would still love her. But she needed to know just as strongly that he wouldn’t tolerate her open defiance and disobedience. And he definitely wouldn’t allow her to disrespect him in word or deed.

  Her tears were flowing pretty consistently now and her nose needed blowing. It was time to let her know she was loved and that he was there for her no matter what.

  “Becca Baby, come see your daddy.”

  She flinched, the sound of his voice seeming to startle her out of her reverie. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and started shuffling over with her pants and panties still at her ankles. She stood between his knees and he wiped her face with a tissue.

  “Tell me what you were thinking about over there. You looked pretty upset. Tell Daddy what was running through your head.”

  “I was worried.” She started playing with the hem of her shirt and avoiding eye contact. “I was worried that you would get mad and leave me. That you would decide I was too much work and high maintenance. Then I was worried that you might find another “little” on the ship and leave me while we were on vacation.”

  “Oh, sweetie. How could you even think that? C’mere.” He pulled her onto his lap and held her so her head was in the crook of his arm and he could look down at her face. He leaned forward and kissed her nose and both her eyelids. “Becca Baby, there is no one else for me. You are mine. I adore you. You’re definitely not high maintenance. We’ve discussed this before. Your father is dead wrong about that. You’re so easy. And you know what? I’d like to see you add more fun, girly things to your list of likes. I love your toes. Look how pretty they are. Doesn’t it make you feel pretty when you look down and see those adorable blue toes? “