“The difference between bad baby and good baby weekends—the only difference—is that on good baby weekends they’re given several orgasms a day. They’re rewarded for anything and everything on a good baby weekend. The objective is to reward them.
“Again, I recommend that you and your partner sit and decide what behaviors would initiate a bad baby weekend, and what behaviors or successes would institute a good baby weekend. It’s essential that she be in agreement with these weekends. It’s a long time to be treated as baby and if they aren’t on board, it’s non-consensual and again, would be abuse. Write up a contract, and both of you sign what is and isn’t allowed, so there are no disagreements and concerns in the middle of a weekend. The time for conflict and discussion is long before the weekends, not during a weekend. You want your little girl fully on board.
“One of the biggest issues that needs to be discussed is whether you want to change dirty diapers. Or use them at all. Some couples don’t want to deal with that, even if they’re just urine. However, other couples will do urine but not a diaper with a bowel movement. Other couples feel it’s very important to show the baby that they’re willing to do anything for them, including this. They feel it’s an integral part of the trust and reliance on the dominant partner. If, however, you don’t want to deal with this. Start your bad/good baby weekend with an enema, this will clean her out, and you won’t have to deal with it over the course of a weekend. If it’s a good baby weekend, make sure you give her an orgasm after her enema as a reward. If it’s a bad baby weekend, use discipline during the enema, it reinforces her vulnerability and adds humiliation and embarrassment. Again, during the agreement phase, you can decide what code phrases or hand signals would be used if the she needs to use the toilet for this purpose. There are no rules or regulations; this is how you and your partner agree to handle a weekend. You only do what you’re comfortable with.”
At this point Bob raised his hand. “What do you do with a rebellious teenager? Do you have bad teenager weekend?”
“Good question, Bob. Again, it’s totally up to you and Becca. You can do ‘bad teenager weekends,’ but I’m getting the feeling that’s pretty normal at your house.”
Everyone in the room chuckled at that, including Bob, giving the men at his table a knowing grin. “I’m looking for something different. Do you think baby weekends would work for her?”
Captain Garrett nodded. “I think they would. Just because she wants to be a teenager, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t benefit from the care and cuddling that comes from a baby weekend. Your biggest hurdle is going to be getting her to agree. I’d start slow. I’m sure you’ve got a safe word. I’d tell her that she can safe word at any time and start with diapers and bottles. She’ll be embarrassed and fight it, but I’m suspecting you’ll see her melt and become the little girl you haven’t had a chance to love yet. You may find that you look forward to bad/good baby weekends.
“This goes for all of you.” He waved his hand around the room to all of the men present. “I think you’ll be surprised at the contentment and innocence that rises to the surface when your partner regresses to a baby. There is nothing more secure than someone feeding you a bottle or changing your wet diaper. My wife absolutely loves good baby weekends, and she decides to straighten up and fly right if I threaten a bad baby weekend.”
“Why?” Jace inquired. “What’s the difference, besides multiple orgasms that would make her not want a bad baby weekend?”
“Good question. On bad baby weekends the goal is nurturing and total dependence, but don’t forget the behavior that typically initiates the need for a bad baby weekend might very well be defiance and rebelling against your authority. So, you would do things like have her eat strained peas or green beans because you said so, and not strained apples and pears like on a good baby weekend. If she refuses to eat them, she ends up over your knee, diaper undone, paddled, and the diaper immediately put over her sore, hot bottom.” The captain swatted his hand through the air as if he was hitting his wife’s bottom. “And, then she returns to eat her strained green beans. She’s given formula to drink, not vanilla Ensure or liquid yogurt. If she throws her bottle or spits it out, she’s already lying in your arms; you just roll her toward you, pulling her diaper down and paddle her bottom again until she’s clawing at the bottle begging to drink it. When you change her wet diaper or walk her to the toilet, you tease her clit and puckered hole and then pull away saying, ‘It’s too bad you were a bad baby, good babies get to have an orgasm’ and then forbid her from putting their hands down her diaper.
“As you have more of these weekends, you’ll come up with ideas, foods and activities that reinforce compliance to your authority. Go to the clothing websites and put her in drop seat jammies, then make her lie on her tummy to play with her bare bottom sticking out of the drop seat. Or have her wear a butt plug, calling it a ‘pacifier’ and put a diaper over it. The possibilities are endless.”
Tim was next to raise his hand, “Would this be the opportune time to do medical play?”
“Absolutely. Merging good baby weekends or even bad baby weekends and medical play is perfect. Many partners enjoy using medical play as a reward, or to arouse and tease the partner then deny orgasm. Many aspects of medical play work well on those weekends, such as enemas or temperature taking. Do some research and look through the pamphlets, you’ll definitely be able to explore this part of your relationship. And now that you have contacts in your area, feel free to contact each other and bounce ideas off of each other. If one of you tries something and it seemed to work well for punishment or reward, tell each other. Word of mouth is the best. Network with each other.”
After the discussion was over, the men milled around and looked at the different implements and toys on the counter that were available for purchase, as well as clothing. Some elbowed each other and pointed to certain items, while others chuckled and sported an evil grin as they looked at certain items. There was more than one man whose pants were bulging in the front from the anticipation of using the items on his wife. The men walked out with their arms full and brought the baby weekend purchases back to their rooms, and then went to meet their wives in the dining hall for lunch.
* * *
After the daddies left for their seminar, the girls stripped to their bikinis and lay on the deck recliners with their little drinks. They were all discussing the fun at the dinner last night and then it was Gabby who spoke up.
“Guys, I’m getting a little nervous about our prank today. I mean… my daddy… well he spanks really hard and you’ve all seen how big he is. I just don’t want to be spanked, and he has been threatening to do it to me on this very pool deck.”
“Oh, no you don’t! You can’t back out now!” Becca glared her way. “I’ve been getting myself psyched for this all day. And if you think that beast of a man I’m married to doesn’t have a wallop in him, you’re fucking nuts! I’ll be lucky if I don’t get thrashed with the belt every day we’re on this damn ship. You agreed. You even chose your assignment CEO, and you’re sticking with it.”
At that point, Momma G walked up. “Excuse me, but am I hearing a belligerent teen over here? I’d think you were spanked enough the other day. Do I need to pull Paddy out again, Miss Becca?” Momma G pulled “Paddy” out of her pocket and waved it in the air for the girls to see.
“No, Ma’am. We were just talking. Nothing going on over here. Promise.” Becca slapped the recliner, “God, people are always bugging.”
“I’m not ‘bugging.’ I’m checking on my charges.” Momma G turned making eye contact the other four girls, “Girls, is everything okay over here?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” They all replied politely.
“Becca, you’ll not swear here today. If you do, you’ll receive Paddy on your bare bottom, and I’ll stick some Tabasco sauce on your tongue. Am I making myself understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Becca dropped her gaze and stared at her nails, feeling very small a
ll of a sudden.
Tabasco sauce?
What the fuck was up with this woman? Where did she get all this crazy stuff? She didn’t know, but she certainly didn’t want to have that on her tongue. And having Paddy applied to her backside once was more than enough.
After Momma G walked away, Becca looked over at the girls. “Holy Fuck! Have any of you had Tabasco sauce on your tongue?”
They all shook their heads, and Gabby quickly looked in the other direction to see if Momma G was out of earshot.
“Is it the damn Inquisition? Next, she’ll be pulling out our toenails.” Becca rolled her eyes shaking her head in disgust. “Christ! Glad we only have five more days with her. Can you imagine having her as your wife? Lord.” She shook her body dramatically, “Okay, enough of that. So, the Chief of Everything over here and I are going to go get dye and Jell-O from the kitchen while you guys get the cayenne pepper.”
Lilly interrupted. “How are we going to do that, Becca?”
She sighed and rolled her eyes heavenward. “God, are you all just plain idiots? We’re going to ask Momma G nicely if we can see the kitchen. We’ll tell her that we’re all enrolling in a cooking class in Warrenton in August, and just want to look around a little. Then while they’re talking to you guys, the Chief and I are going to grab dye from the kitchen and shove it in our pockets. Then while we’re looking interested in the chili or whatever they’re showing us, one of you guys, I suggest Lilly. She looks innocent—”
“Hey, I am innocent. I rarely get in trouble. God, my daddy is going to be so mad. He doesn’t get mad usually, but then I don’t usually misbehave. But when he’s mad, God.” She shivered and bit her bottom lip. “It scares me to think of what he will do when this is over.”
“Hey, who says we’re going to get caught? Sure, people will be blue, and others will be guzzling water to soothe their tongues, but we don’t have to confess and we most definitely don’t have to look guilty. Remember that! You damn babies are going to be the ruination of me. God, I’m playing with amateurs.”
She glared at them for a couple more seconds, and then continued. “Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, have Lilly be the one to go over to the spice area and get the cayenne. If they see her, all she has to do is say ‘Oh, I was just looking.’ They’ll believe her, no problem. Then take your watch off Lilly, and leave it on the counter in the kitchen, so when you notice, you can ask permission to go back into the kitchen to get the watch. While they’re busy and not looking, you dump the cayenne into the pot, and voila! Do you think you guys got this?”
It was their turn to roll their eyes. “Yeah, Becca we got this,” Gabby said. “Some of us have a high intelligence, unlike you. We can do this, believe me. And I want you to stop calling me Chief!”
“Okay, Chief! The Chief of Everything! I like it. It has a nice ring to it.” Becca then turned her head and looked over at the other side of the pool, yelling. “Hey, Momma!”
“Yes, Rebecca Lynne?”
Becca dropped her head, mumbling to the girls. “God, I hate when I’m called that.” She cleared her throat, raising her voice so Momma G could hear her. “Can you do something for us, please?”
By this point, Momma G was making her way over to them “What would you girls like?”
Becca had obviously become the spokesperson for them all. “We were wondering. See, we’re going to take a cooking class out by us in Warrenton, Virginia, and we’d like to see a kitchen inside and how they do certain things like, chopping, sautéing, piping frosting. You know, stuff like that. Kitchen sh—stuff. Do you think you can bring us, even if it’s only for a little while, to the kitchen so we can watch the cooks?”
“I don’t see why not. They’d probably love to have some women who are interested in cooking present in their kitchen. C’mon let’s go.” Momma G gave Becca a thumbs up, “By the way, good catch on not swearing, young lady.”
“Thank you, Momma.”
Becca was laying it on pretty thick, but Momma G didn’t seem to have a clue. Becca jumped up and as she was walking away, winked at them all and waved for them to follow.
* * *
Once they were in the kitchen, Momma G excused herself and said that the chef could just send them back to the deck when he was done or got sick of them. Gabby and the girls watched the men and women chop the onions, then the zucchini, ginger, garlic and other vegetables. Each vegetable had its own method of being cut and they were enthralled with the demonstration. Gabby saw Becca leave the crowd and make her way to the spice pantry. Becca found the boxes of dye and was putting several blue dye bottles in her pocket, and a couple boxes of blue Jell-O for good measure.
Once she was back at the counter watching the cooks cut and chop and then sauté the food, Lilly moved over to the spice area and was looking through the bottles of spices. Gabby saw Lilly put a large bottle of cayenne pepper in the pocket of her shorts.
“Hey, little girl, what’re you doing over here?” asked a very large man, who Gabby found out was the chef. He looked like a talking mountain. Lilly only came about six inches above his belt.
“Uhm. I’m sorry. I w-was just looking at all the spices. There are so many. Like t-tarragon. What do you use tarragon for?” Gabby was impressed with her quick thinking. Lilly said she didn’t get into trouble often, but she apparently had a mischief maker inside of her somewhere.
“Well, little lady, we use tarragon for soups and stews. You better skedaddle over with the other girls before you miss the demo.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Lilly wasted no time, moving over to join them, her normally pale complexion now flushed a bright pink.
Gabby noticed that all the cooks had left and then Becca motioned for Lilly to dump some cayenne in the chili. Lilly took the cover off the bottle, staring at it for a moment before tipping it over—dumping about half the bottle in.
Becca gasped. “Oh my God, are you nuts? Did you see how much you put in there? Holy shitballs! People are going to be screaming from all of that.”
Lilly immediately started to cry. “How was I supposed to know? I don’t cook very much. Tim does the cooking. Oh man, are we in big trouble. I don’t want to be in trouble—”
“Sh-shshshshhsh! Shut your mouth, you’ll get us in trouble.” Becca was bouncing her forefinger off her own lips to get Lilly to quiet down.
The chef walked up unexpectedly and said, “Hey, are you girls okay? Are you getting bored, is that what’s happening here? Go on. Go back to your sunbathing. We’ve got cooking to do here anyway.” He turned to his colleague “Hey, George, this chili is done and ready to be ladled into bowls.”
Gabby was lost in her own thoughts on the way back to the pool deck, and noticed that many of them were biting on their lips and Lilly was quietly crying. She knew she wasn’t alone, they were all beginning to think this may not have been such a good idea.
And Gabby just knew that it wasn’t a good idea for their backsides at all.
Chapter Eleven
The daddies were waiting at the tables when the girls entered the dining room.
“Where are Becca and Gabby?” Jace asked, pointing at Lilly. It wasn’t like his Gabby to lag behind; she was usually at the head of the crowd, a natural born leader.
Lilly swallowed. “She and Becca decided to go to the bathroom and change into their shorts and tops. We told them we’d save some seats for them. And they were talking to a couple girls over there that are eating a later lunch, so I think they lost track of time. They’ll be here soon.”
Everyone was sitting down and waiters were passing out the bowls of chili as soon as they were situated at the table. Jace waited until everyone was seated and started eating the chili. There was no way for him to be prepared for the level of heat that assailed his tongue. He immediately spit it into his napkin and grabbed his dollop of sour cream on his plate to soothe the burn.
“What in the name of hell is that?” Jace turned to the other diners, “Don’t! Don’t anyone touch that
chili. Something happened to the chili, it’s hotter than a firecracker lit on both ends.” He then waved at a waiter walking with a tray of chili. “Waiter! I need some milk and sour cream. Someone put cayenne in the chili pot and it’s going to seriously hurt someone. Do not serve anymore!”
Jace turned to see if Gabby had returned, and instead saw Miss Lilly walking really slow and quietly out of the room with the other girls close behind. All of them huddled together. “Halt. Don’t you dare move another step. Get your backsides over here, sit in the chairs and don’t move a muscle. Now!”
The girls turned with tears in their eyes and quickly moved to the table and sat down. By this point, all the other men were running around the dining room trying to help the waiters pass out milk and sour cream to the guests that had taken bites of the chili. Jace stood watch over the girls. Amidst passing out the remedies, there was a loud shout from the doorway of the dining room, a ship officer shouting, “There is blue dye in the pool and hot tubs! Everyone on the pool deck is blue, sir!”
Captain Garrett turned to the girls at the table, his voice stern. “Where are the rest of the girls in your party? And you better answer with the truth!”
Becca had just walked into the dining room and was sitting down saying, “Geesh, calm down. We were on the pool deck going to the bathroom and getting dressed to come back here. Get the sand out of your vagina. It’ll be okay. Good God!”
Captain Garrett momentarily forgot that he had no right to punish Becca, and started stalking toward her with a menacing look. His lips were thinned, eyes narrowed and his nostrils were flared. Jace couldn’t remember the last time he saw someone this angry and he didn’t blame him. “Young Lady, who in the name of hell do you think you’re speaking to?” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Your daddy will deal with you when we get this crisis resolved. Until then, I suggest you keep your backside in that chair with your mouth shut. Anything that you say from this point forward will count against you, and will be added to the count you’ll receive in your punishment. Am I clear?”
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