"Seems like both Mama bear and Baby bear are still hungry." He chuckled when Rosie giggled, her hand going to her stomach. "Papa bear is ravenous as well, so how about a shower and then we go find the rather mundane but necessary breakfast offerings of the Castle?" The women laughed, all three climbing from the bed and walking to the bathroom.
Rosa stopped, turning back to give the place that had allowed her to experience such amazing pleasures a last look. She squealed and jumped when Grant's hand landed on her ass. "Don't fret little one. I promise the bed isn't going anywhere."
Her giggle was delightful as she nodded and followed Valerie into the huge shower to join her under the warm water, Grant following behind, not missing the fact that she looked over her shoulder to see his handprint painted on her own bottom.
Chapter Nine
Clean from their shower and dressed in the same clothing from the night before, the trio left their room. "It's a good thing Wardrobe opens early," Valerie said. "I am ready to get out of these heels."
Grant chuckled as he looked down to see the delightful contrast of Rosie's bunny slippers, ears flopping, next to the sexy red stilettos his wife was wearing. "I'm sure our Little girl would also like some new shoes, as well as a fresh pair of panties, right, Rosie?"
Rosa lifted her eyes to his, her cheeks turning pink with the unnecessary reminder that she was once again naked beneath her gown. With a soft giggle, she nodded, though she did wonder how long she'd be able to wear any panties before they too were uncomfortably wet.
Entering through the doors of the Wardrobe department, they were met by Janice. "Good morning, Rosie. It's so great to see you again."
"Hi, Janice," Rosa said, giving the attendant a hug. "I'd like you to meet Grant and Valerie…. ouch!"
"Excuse our Little one, Janice," Grant said, his hand slipping up under the gown to give Rosa's bare buttock a hard pinch before patting it gently in warning. "Would you like to try that again, Rosie?"
Rosa looked up, her mouth slightly open, her protest dying in her throat at the look in his eyes. She could feel her face heat as she was reminded of the role she was playing. Turning back to Janice, she began again. "I'm sorry, Miss Janice. I'd like you to meet my parents. Daddy, Mommy, this is Miss Janice." Feeling Grant pat her bottom again before removing his hand, she felt her stomach flip with desire for his touch.
Valerie smiled and held out her hand to shake the attendant's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Janice. I'm guessing you're the one responsible for Rosie's little bear?"
"Yes, ma'am, I thought it would be a sweet touch for her."
"It was certainly that," Grant agreed, holding out the stuffed bear. "It not only brought comfort to our girl, it was the sign that she belongs to my wife and I."
His arm dropped around Rosie after Janice took the bear. Rosie leaned into him, grateful for the hug letting her know that her little slip of manners was forgiven.
"I think it would be fun to dress in the fashion of the fifties," Valerie said. "Could you help us with that?"
"Absolutely," Janice assured them. "You'll find we can provide almost an endless choice of costumes. That's part of the fun of coming to the Castle. You can be whoever you wish to be, and wear the appropriate outfit at the same time. Shall we?"
Valerie nodded and the trio followed Janice.
"Well, what do you think?" Janice asked, as she stood behind the family standing side by side in front of the mirror. Her smile told her opinion, which was validated when Valerie turned and gave her a hug.
"You are the best, thank you. I can understand why mother-daughter outfits were so popular at the time."
Janice returned the hug. "I must say, you and Rosie make an adorable combination."
Grant had to agree. He was wearing a double breasted suit coat of charcoal gray, and matching trousers over a starched white shirt. A narrow black belt, an old-fashioned tie of gray with black stripes, and black wingtips, polished to a high sheen, completed his outfit. His choice had been fairly easy, as men had been wearing the same sort of business attire for decades. The women, however, had taken far longer—but on seeing them together, he thought it well worth the wait.
Valerie stood beside Rosie, both in outfits of blue, green and white plaid skirts. Underneath Rosie's was a crisp crinoline petticoat that allowed her skirt to become bell-shaped, its hem several inches above her knees. Valerie's skirt was an adult version of the same plaid, hugging her bottom and ending mid-calf. Thin navy belts were cinched at their waists, white blouses tucked in neatly.
As identical as they looked, they all knew the similarities ended beneath their clothing. Rosie had received a crisp swat on her bottom when she'd whined after opening the package that Janice had handed her. Valerie's swat reminded her that little girls did not wear lingerie; they wore sensible underwear. When she stated that if Rosie didn't appreciate the items, she could simply go without—as well as wear the back of her skirt tucked into her waistband to let everyone know how unappreciative she was—Rosie had apologized, stepped into the white cotton panties, and allowed Janice to pull the white undershirt over her head. The underwear might be sensible, but it was apparent that the fabric of the undershirt was actually serving to compress her breasts, making her role as a Little even more believable.
Rosa's mouth had dropped open, and then she'd burst into giggles as Valerie put on the bra that Janice handed her. True to the era, the brassiere turned Valerie's ample, rounded breasts into pointed cones. Joining her in laughter, Valerie had then pulled on the 'supportive undergarment', aka girdle, with the attached garters for her stockings. Rosa had watched in amusement as Janice and Valerie were forced to spend several minutes making sure that the nylons were perfect, the dark seams running in a straight line up the backs of Valerie's legs, clipping the tops to the garters of her girdle.
After slipping her feet into her pumps, thanking God they were only two inches as opposed to the four she had worn the evening before, Valerie took Rosie's hand, turning to Grant. "What do you think of my idea, honey?"
"Oh, believe me, I get the point." His eyebrows wagged up and down as he ogled her chest, causing the room to fill with feminine laughter. "Thanks again, Janice," he said, reaching for Rosie's hand. "We'll be back later to see what you've pulled together for tonight. Oh, and before I forget," he went on, pulling Rosie's pink ruffled panties out of the pocket of the suit coat he had returned, "I'm afraid Rosie was quite wanton last night, and her panties became too wet to wear. What should we do with these?"
"Daddy!" Rosie said, her face turning the most delightful shade of pink.
Janice smiled at the adorable flush on Rosie's face, remembering how cute she had looked in the panties. "Any undergarments worn are yours to keep, Sir."
"Ah, wonderful. I'm sure Rosie and her Mommy will accumulate quite an eclectic collection over the next few days." Both his girls giggled as he slipped the panties into his pocket.
As they walked through the corridors, Rosie was practically skipping between them, the skirt swishing around her legs, her socks and white and black saddle-shoes taking two steps to their every one. She loved her outfit, and the fact that it matched Val… make that her Mommy's. It certainly didn't escape her that Daddy looked extremely handsome in his suit. They entered the cafeteria, turning heads and causing smiles. While most of the clientele were dressed in far more revealing outfits, the trio looked as if they'd stepped from the pages of Saturday Evening Post magazine.
"Oh, thank God, coffee!" Pulling away, Rosa headed straight for the coffee bar and grabbed a mug, only to have it snatched right out of her hand. Swirling around, she looked up into Valerie's face. "Hey, I need that—"
"Sweetie, you are far too little to be around hot liquids," Valerie said, as she proceeded to fill the mug.
Rosa stood, mouth gaping as Valerie added a tiny splash of half-n-half and a single packet of sugar substitute to the mug.
"Thank you, but I like the vanilla and caramel cream and real sugar,"
Rosa said, as Grant joined them, filling his own mug. Taking his first sip of the black coffee, he looked between the two women and then shook his head.
"Little girls do not drink coffee," he said. "Let's find a ta—"
"This Little girl does," Rosa said, grabbing another mug. "I promise, you do not want to be around me much longer unless I get at least two mugs into me."
Valerie just shook her head, accepting the mug that Grant calmly handed her while effectively blocking Rosie's access to the coffee machine.
"Excuse me," Rosa said, completely oblivious to what was about to occur.
"Rosie, you need to apologize to Mommy, and then, young lady, you and I are going to step out into the hall." When she looked up at him, she seemed genuinely shocked at his words.
"What? Give me a break…" The next sound she made was a shriek as the mug in her hand was taken and set back with the others, her upper arm was clasped, and she was turned to one side to find Grant's hand slapping against her backside. "Wait… what… ow… stop it!"
"Perhaps here is just fine," Grant announced, though he did take three steps forward to allow those waiting for the coffee access—although not one made any move to do anything except watch the scene about to play out. Smacking Rosie's bottom again, he wasn't surprised that it didn't seem to be having much effect, as she was wearing a skirt, as well as a very fluffy petticoat. His theory was further borne out because, instead of making apologies and promises never to be naughty again, Rosa continued to explain why she needed coffee.
"I have to have coffee… God, at least one cup or I'll die! Stop swatting me! This is ridiculous." She sealed her fate when she attempted to twist from his hold, stomping her foot.
"It most certainly is." Grant bent and lifted her off her feet, moved across to a table, pulled out a chair and took a seat.
Before Rosie's caffeine deprived brain realized it, she was looking at the floor and her skirt and petticoats were flipped up onto her back. Her brain caught up with the present the moment she felt her panties begin to lower.
Slapping her hands behind her, gripping the white fabric, she protested loudly. "No, wait—wait! You said I'm not to show my panties or my bottom to anyone but you and Mommy. You can't… not here!"
"Yes, right here." Grant's hand left her panties in order to land a swat against her upper thighs, with a crack that reverberated around the room. He had no doubt of its impact when Rosie's head reared back and she screeched.
"That's not fair! You spanked me for showing just my panties, and now you want to show every Tom, Dick and Harry in the room my bare bottom! Who gets the spanking now?"
"Oh honey, every single person in this room knows exactly who gets the spanking now. Did you ever hear me or Mommy say we wouldn't bare you when needed? No, young lady, you most certainly did not. We said it was naughty of you to lift your dress to show your panties and wiggle your bottom in front of strangers. I also believe you heard us tell you that all spankings are given on the bare. So, Rosie, if you don't wish to have every Tom, Dick, Harry… and every Tina, Debbie and Helen see your bare ass, I suggest you don't do naughty things. Now, unless you wish to be stripped completely for this spanking, I suggest you get your hands off your tushy right this minute."
Rosa had known her protest would be met with resistance, but Grant's words had her instantly dropping her hands to the floor and closing her eyes as her panties were dragged down her thighs.
Valerie shook her head, calmly walking to their table, placing the mugs on it and then sliding into a seat. She picked up her cup and took a sip, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. It seemed that their Little had a rather amusing sense of self-preservation. Though it would certainly do her no good to avoid a spanking, it had been interesting to see her, hands clasped to her backside, head lifted as she engaged in a debate with her Daddy. She also had an obvious problem with denial. Tucking that tidbit into her memory, Val crossed her feet at the ankles like a proper 1950's housewife, and watched the entertainment.
After a brief pause, the other people in the cafeteria went back to their activities. This was the Castle, after all; spankings as well as other activities were common anywhere within its walls. Grant continued to redden Rosie's bottom until it was the bright vermilion of boiled beets and she was finally making her apologies, though not the ones he required. Slapping his hand down hard into the center of her bottom, he let it rest for a moment.
"Rosie, you have been obnoxious, rude, disobedient, and are acting like a brat. Your Mommy was attempting to keep you safe, and instead of being thankful, you continued to misbehave. Neither your Mommy nor I will allow our precious girl to throw tantrums. You owe everybody in this room an apology for disturbing their meal."
"But, I was just—"
"Obviously still not paying attention," Grant finished for her, his leg lifting to tilt her further forward and to lift her bottom higher. "Let's try this again, shall we?" With the first burning smack against the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, just beneath the curve of her buttocks, Rosie screeched.
"Okay, I'm sorry… stop… oh, please…" She continued to apologize and plead for the spanking to stop, her sit-spot under each cheek turning a deeper red with every swat. It took a dozen before Rosa seemed to remember that she was not a Castle employee free to waltz into any cafeteria or break room for yet another Venti. Deciding that no amount of flavored coffee was worth the price she was paying, she remembered she was Rosie and not Rosa.
"Daddy, please, Daddy… I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I… oh, Daddy, it hurts. Please… please stop."
Grant gave her an additional half dozen extra hard swats, each lifting the underside of her cheeks, before he stopped. "Are you ready to do exactly what I instructed, or do you think you would like to debate with me about what I expect?"
"I-I'm read-ready, plea… please, Dad-Daddy." Rosa stuttered out her answer, her words thick with tears. Grant lifted her to stand before him. As her hands moved behind her, cupping her blazing cheeks as she did a cute little spanked hiney dance, he shook his head and removed them.
"No! Naughty little girls do not get to rub their hot bottoms. Touch it again and you'll find yourself right back over my knees. Understand?"
Rosa nodded, unable to stop her feet from dancing just a bit more, her bottom wagging from side to side in an attempt to cool the flames. Grant gave her a moment and then shook his head, and she remembered she needed to answer him verbally.
"Yes, Sir… I understand… I understand, Daddy!" she practically screamed.
"Good." Grant stood, picked her up and swung her to stand on top of the table. "While your 'hot hiney shuffle' is quite entertaining, you are to stand still. Hold your skirts up to display that spanked bottom, young lady. You have one chance to make your apology clear and loud enough so that everyone in this room can hear you."
Rosa was so shocked that she didn't even think about disobeying. Though her feet wanted desperately to move again, his naming of her dance had her standing frozen, her face flaming to rival the color of her aching rear. She raked her clothing off her bottom, her tears still rolling down her cheeks. Wanting to drop her head so that she would not have to look at the many people eating, talking, or simply watching, she remembered his warning that she speak clearly and loudly—the first time around. It took at least five minutes of sniffling and hiccupping before she felt she could do it, the penalties of being wrong too dire to be mistaken. Not dropping her clothing, she turned her cheek into first one shoulder and then the other in an attempt to wipe her tears. Grant surprised her by plucking the white handkerchief out of his breast pocket and holding it to her face.
"Blow." Rosa felt her face flush but obeyed, grateful for the gesture.
"Than… thank you, Daddy," she said softly when he stepped away, after tucking the hankie in one of her hands, the white tip fluttering above a very red bottom. She so wanted him to take her into his arms and cuddle her, to tell her she was forgiven. When he didn't make a move to
do so, she closed her eyes, her bottom lip quivering, and then forced herself to look up, focusing on a spot on the wall across the room.
"I'm sorry, everybody. I'm so sorry that I was naughty. I'm sorry I threw a tantrum and was rude." She looked down at Valerie. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I shouldn't have been disrespectful. Please for-forgive me." Her voice was beginning to crack, despite her effort to remain in control. Looking at Grant almost broke her completely. "Dad-Daddy, I'm so sorry. Please… please don't be mad at me. Please."
Grant pulled her panties up and then swept her into his arms, holding her to his chest as she buried her face in his shirt, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck. "Shhh, it's okay, Rosie. You are forgiven. You did a good job, shhh, it's okay." He returned to his chair, cradling her as she cried out her hurt and her embarrassment, his arms holding her tight.
When she had calmed, he took the handkerchief back and helped her to blow her nose for the second time. He gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Better now?"
"Yes, Daddy, thank you."
"That's my girl. Now go give Mommy a hug and let's eat. I'm starving."
Rosa went to Valerie, shy at first, embarrassed at her display, but as Valerie drew her into her arms, kissing her cheek, it was clear that all was forgiven. Grant stood and held out his hand. Rosa took it, casting a last look of longing at the two mugs on the table, still full of the forbidden brew, as her daddy led her out of the cafeteria. "I thought we were going to eat," she said, as they entered the corridor.
"Oh, we are, but as it is clear that our darling girl turns into a raging monster around caffeine, we'll be eating in the Nursery dining room. I'm praying that orange juice and oatmeal don't set you off, because, if I have to spank your bottom again, I promise you won't be sitting comfortably for any other meals today. Understood?"
Rosa nodded, and didn't think now would be a good time to inform him that oatmeal was not one of her favorite breakfast foods.
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