Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Izzy
Right. Spankings first. Then a whole week of no orgasms.
A whole week of no orgasms in Paris . The most romantic city in the world. Somehow, that makes it seem even more cruel.
But I know arguing won’t make a difference, and even more than that, I know I’ve earned this punishment. Daddy was right. I should have been honest with him about how I was feeling and none of this would have happened. My friends and I could be on our way to a surprise vacation in a beautiful city without any of these awful punishments hanging over our heads.
So I slide from Daddy’s lap to stand in front of him while he finishes rolling his sleeves to his elbow. Why that sight should always make my mouth water when I know it only means trouble for my bottom, I’m not sure, but it does.
Eyes locked with mine, Daddy reaches for my diaper. “I’m very disappointed in you, Isabella Grace. I trusted that we were past this desire you had to return to New York and you violated that trust.”
My heart constricts at his words and tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision. “I didn’t mean to,” I manage to whisper past the tightness in my throat.
“Sometimes, impact matters more than intent, little one. And this is one of those times. So when we get home, there are going to be some new rules in place. Obviously you need me to be stricter with you, so you never doubt where you belong again.”
Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good. But I'm still reeling from the weight of his disappointment so I only nod. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
His expression softens, just a bit. “I know you are, little doll. And the fact that you changed your mind means so much to me. But I am not going to risk you ever forgetting your place again. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Stripping the diaper from me, he tosses it aside before pulling me over one knee, with his free leg trapping both of mine as his hand comes to rest, hot and heavy on my bottom. “This is going to be a painful lesson, little one. The Lexan paddle will leave an impression you won’t forget any time soon.”
With that, his hand cracks across my bottom, almost in unison with my uncles repeating the same action on their own Little girls’ bottoms. Our cries fill the cabin as swat after swat rains down. I want to lift my head, to check on my friends, but I’m too caught up in my own misery to manage it.
Soon, my entire bottom is heated well past the point of discomfort and I’m crying softly over my Daddy’s knee. When he stops spanking to run his hand over my poor, abused bottom, I finally manage to look around.
Uncle Max is still swatting Tori’s now bright-pink bottom, and she’s crying loudly, begging him for mercy as he continues to spank. Juju is in a similar position to me, sniffling quietly over her Daddy’s knee as he strokes her well-spanked flesh.
Finally, Uncle Max finishes Tori’s spanking with two hard spanks right to her sit spots, making her howl in response. And I watch in horror as he and Uncle Jasper reach for their respective implements at the same time.
A moment later, something hard and cool taps against my bottom and I whimper in fear at the thought of that scary-looking paddle slamming into my flesh.
“Ten with the paddle, little doll. And then you can have a cuddle and your paci if you want.”
Relief washes over me, and it’s only then that I realize how worried I’ve been that Daddy would be too mad to offer me the comfort of my favorite pacifier. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Of course, little one. Here we go.”
The first swat of the paddle knocks the breath clear from my lungs. At first, it doesn’t even really register as pain, only impact. But only for a second, and then my bottom is on fire, thousands of little stinging points of pain exploding across my skin.
“Owie owie owie, Daddy! It hurts, it hurts!”
“Good.” Another explosion of pain, this time just slightly lower, brings fresh tears to my eyes. “Remember this the next time you want to go behind your Daddy’s back and make naughty plans.”
Three catches me right across my sensitive sit spots and I cry out again but I manage not to beg. He’s right. I’ve earned this punishment and I’m going to accept it. Maybe if I can take it without too much fuss, it will start to show him how truly sorry I am, not just for being naughty but for breaking his trust in me.
Because that knowledge hurts even more than the spanking. And I know I would let him paddle me like this every day for the rest of our lives if that was what it took to repair the damage I’ve done.
As pure as my intentions may be, however, the reality proves far more difficult than I anticipated. I manage to hold my pleas until number eight, which lands right across the tops of my thighs.
“Daddy! Please, please, I’ve learned my lesson! I’m sorry !”
“I know you are, little doll. But you still have two more before we’re done.”
They land hard and fast, one right after another, and by the time he cradles me in his arms, I’m sobbing too hard to speak.
“Shh. It’s all done, little doll. You’re all forgiven.”
Forgiven. That single word lifts the weight from my chest and even though I am still crying, I manage to drag in a breath as I press myself against him. Holding me in his arms, he rocks me gently back and forth until my sobs quiet to sniffles.
“There we go. Feel better?” His voice is tender, almost sweet as he nudges my head back to smile down at me.
“Uh-huh. I’m really, really sorry, Daddy. I promise I won’t ever try to run away again.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise, little doll. For the rest of your life.”
As far as proposals go, it’s not the most romantic. But it’s exactly perfect for us.
He holds me a while longer before loosening his grip on me. “Would you like your paci now, little one?”
“Yes, please.”
I slide to the floor, wincing when my sore bottom settles on my heels as I kneel in front of him. Daddy pulls his cock from his pants and I open my mouth, greedily taking in the length of him and sighing with relief as I suck on my favorite pacifier.
When I first came to the island, I would have been horrified at the thought of my friends seeing me sucking Daddy’s cock like this. But after everything we’ve been through together, it barely even registers.
Besides, I can hear Juju whining, begging her Daddy not to fuck her bottom here, to wait until they land. Uncle Jasper refuses, of course, and a moment later my friend sobs loudly as her Daddy follows through on the next part of her punishment. On the other side of me, I can hear the low murmur of Uncle Max’s voice and Tori’s soft whimpers. I briefly wonder what they’re up to, but almost immediately decide it’s none of my concern.
Eyes closed, I let my head rest against my own Daddy’s thigh, and as he strokes my head, I know with absolute certainty there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
* * *
One week later
Gideon
Lying in the comfort of the king-sized bed at our hotel overlooking downtown Paris, I watch my little doll as she sleeps. Long, dark lashes lay against pale cheeks, rosy with sleep, and my heart does a slow roll in my chest.
Her naptime is almost up, but I’m loath to wake her. At least, not without indulging myself a bit. It’s been almost a week since I felt the heat of her sweet little pussy around me, and although she’s taken me down her throat plenty of times during her week of restriction, I couldn’t bring myself to actually fuck her without the exquisite agony of her coming on my cock.
Now, however, her restriction is up. Which means my little doll is once again all mine.
She isn’t sedated this time, so I move carefully as I pull the diaper from her, leaving her in nothing but the t-shirt I put her in for her nap, the one that says “Daddy’s Little FuckToy” in French. She has no idea what it says, though I’m certain she knows it says something crude, considering we bought it from a shop Jasper found for us that caters to Daddies and Mommies and their Little ones.
Nudging her slender thighs apart, I slide my hand up to her bare mound, delighted to find her already wet and waiting for me. Not that it’s much of a surprise considering I’ve been edging her every chance I could get for a week now. But it still fills me with a smug sort of satisfaction to know that even in her sleep her body craves me.
She whimpers as I push one finger, then two into her tight opening, stretching her a bit as I slowly work them in and out of her. Her lips part, a sigh slipping from them, and I lower my head to claim them, savoring the lingering taste of milk on her lips. Another delightful find from Jasper’s shop.
I don’t want to wake her yet, so I restrain the urge to make her come on my fingers, reluctantly pulling away. Even in her sleep, she protests the loss, whining softly and rolling her hips, an unconscious plea for my touch.
Could she possibly be any more perfect for me?
Kneeling between her thighs, I lower myself onto her, slowly pushing my cock into her wet heat, gritting my teeth against the urge to simply thrust inside. I want her to wake at just the right time, and as tight as she is, moving too fast is likely to cause enough pain to startle her awake before I’m ready.
Beneath me, she lies mostly still, the perfect little doll. Accepting her Daddy’s cock without a peep of protest as I move slowly inside her.
Once she loosens around me a bit, I let go of some of my control, giving myself a bit more freedom to fuck her sweet little cunt properly. And still she only takes it, takes me, and my heart swells in my chest.
Reaching between us, I roll her clit between my fingers, and she gasps. What is she dreaming of, I wonder? Are her dreams as delightfully filthy as our reality? Or perhaps even more so? I make a mental note to ask her, to see if there are any secret fantasies living inside my little doll’s head.
For now, however, I’m content to fuck her, driving her closer and closer to the edge, playing her body with all the knowledge I’ve gained over our time together.
Until, finally, her eyes fly open as her pussy contracts around me, milking my cock as the orgasm ravages her body. “Daddy!”
“I’m right here, little doll.” Faster now, I fuck her even harder, not giving her a chance to recover as I continue to work her swollen clit. “Come for me again, little one. Again.”
She obeys almost instantly, her back arching up with a cry as she spasms around me again. I work her furiously to a third and final orgasm before I give myself permission to let go and I slam into her one last time.
Collapsing beside her, I pull her into my arms and she comes eagerly, snuggling against me with a low hum of pleasure.
“I think you should wake me up from all my naps like that.”
Chuckling, I lean down to press a kiss to her nose. “As long as you’re a good girl, I can certainly make that part of our routine.”
The reminder of her week-long punishment has her looking up at me, apology in her large, brown eyes. “I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, little one. Your punishment is officially over. No more apologies. Understood?”
“It’s just… I want you to be able to trust me again. I feel so bad that I broke your trust and I don’t know how to get past it.”
Cupping her face, I brush a thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear that’s slipped free. “You get past it by trusting me. And believing me when I say that it’s all behind us now and you don’t need to keep beating yourself up over it. Can you do that for me, little doll?”
A tremulous smile stretches her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Leaning down, I brush a tender kiss over her swollen lips. “Daddy has a surprise for you, little one. Would you like to know what it is?”
Excitement lights her dark eyes. “Yes, please!”
“Well… since your Uncle Jasper and Juliet are extending their vacation to go to New York after all, I thought it only fair we get to extend our stay as well. We have another week here in Paris to do whatever you want. Within reason,” I add when she squeals with excitement.
“Oh, Daddy! This is the best present ever .”
“I’m glad to hear it, little doll. Now, how should we celebrate our good news?”
Her grin turns mischievous. “Well… our room has a perfectly lovely balcony and we haven’t spent any time on it all week.”
“We’ll have to rectify that immediately. After your bath.”
Rolling off the bed, I scoop her into my arms, her squeals of laughter echoing around our room as I carry her to the bathroom. And as we bathe together in the oversized tub that puts even ours at home to shame, I thank every god who might be listening that I found her.
My naughty Little girl. My perfect little doll.
My everything.