Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
“We will drive the enemy from these mountains!” Nova yelled as she charged forward with a huge, heavy water gun Stryker had delivered thirty minutes prior. “Or at least from this park!”
“Our foes will be vanquished!” Katie hollered. “No mercy shown!”
Around them, it was pandemonium as water balloons and jets from the guns shot and splashed in all directions.
Normally, at a water park, getting wet wouldn’t be any big deal. The problem was, they’d actually spilled out of the park. And plenty of Mountainville citizens were caught in the crossfire—some who were in their “regular” clothes and not swimsuits.
A few Mommies were yelling for the Littles to stop. There were a couple of Daddies trying to calm the hydro storm, too.
But as Nova and her team fought hard to defeat their opponents, she didn’t even think of easing up. The others seemed against it, too, because the playful fighting persisted, actually picking up steam as they barreled ahead.
It was all fun and games until—through her watery vision—she realized Marshal Dax was one of the guys who’d been soaked.
And Daddy was standing next to him! Oh crap! He was dripping from head to toe!
Neither man looked happy about it, either.
The water war was over. For now, at least.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Xavier said as they stood in one of the private changing rooms right inside the park’s entrance.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Nova said. “I just got caught up in the moment. And the fun!”
Daddy’s facial expression didn’t match the smile she’d added as she’d said that last part.
“Look, that was inappropriate, honey. Not everyone wanted to be caught up in that or get drenched today while out for a stroll.”
She hung her head. “Sorry.”
“Well, it’s not me you need to apologize to. It’s all those people. But they’ve probably moved on.”
A tense moment ticked off the clock before she asked in a shaky voice, “Am I going to get a spanking, Daddy?”
The weight of Xavier’s gaze felt heavy as she stood under it while he sized her up. Finally, he shook his head. “We best get back to the community center. Some stuff came up that we need Stella’s help on.”
“Okay,” Nova said, not sure if she was feeling more relief or confusion.
Xavier turned to open the door, but Nova didn’t follow. Instead, she said, “Daddy, are you treating me like I’m fragile?”
He turned around. “What do you mean, babygirl?”
“I mean, well… everyone around me treats me differently than they treat other people. Because I’m a celebrity or I’m rich and others make a lot of money off me. Or because they think I’m… I dunno… too valuable, like a doll that might get damaged. Is that why you don’t discipline me?”
He closed the gap between them and lovingly took her hands in his.
“Not at all. I’m sorry if it seems that way.
” Brushing a strand of her hair back, he continued, “Honey, I’m sorry if you felt that way.
I’ve been very distracted by the stuff going on in Vegas and looking for a way out of this for you.
I guess in all that, I’ve neglected to, eh, Daddy you properly. I’m sorry.”
Relief washed over Nova. “You don’t have to apologize.
I just couldn’t stand the thought of you treating me so delicately like everyone else does.
I know, it’s tone-deaf—the famous rich girl griping about how deferential everyone treats her.
But I’m just a normal person. And I always want you to see me that way. ”
Xavier ran his thumb over her cheek, kissed her forehead, and then said, “I don’t see you like others do. But you’re not just a normal person. You’re my babygirl.”
She giggled, but her relief and joy didn’t last long, because Daddy added, “Let’s get that swim diaper down, honey. I want you to take some swats.”
“But Daddy! I didn’t mean?—”
“Little girls don’t get to pick when their bottoms get busted.
That’s a Daddy’s role. And right now, you’ve helped me realize that I’ve been too lenient on you.
I should have spanked that cute fanny of yours until you couldn’t sit down just over that flying stunt alone.
But now, add this water-war stuff in the mix, and I’d say you’re long overdue for a good, sound spanking, missy. ”
There was no use in arguing, Nova realized. So, she tugged her swim diaper down while Daddy took his belt off.
“Put your palms on that changing station,” he said, pointing to the table bolted into the wall. “It’s past time you got your comeuppance.”
Nova was already sniffling as she got into position. With the heavy diaper at her ankles and her back arched to raise her bare bottom, she felt so vulnerable as Daddy got ready behind her.
Maybe she shouldn’t have told him what was on her mind!
But she knew better than to seriously believe that. Communication was always the best option in a relationship. Even when it led to spankings, she supposed.
“This is going to sting. But I want you to think about your naughty actions and what led to this moment. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now brace yourself.”
The folded double-thick leather slapped across her bare, trembling cheeks and delivered a crisp swat that had her gritting her teeth as the heat spread from the initial impact zone and reverberated through her entire bottom.
“Little girls…”
Swat!
“…no matter how cute they are…”
Swat!
“…get spanked when they…”
Swat!
“…act naughty.”
Swat! Swat! Swat!
The poor Little danced about on her feet as she began to sob.
“Oh no. Back in position. Or I’ll drag this out even longer. But you still have a few licks to go as it is. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” she said between wails of anguish.
“Good. Then take the rest of your discipline like a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said again, though it was muffled through her crying.
Even though the experience was certainly not fun, in that moment, she knew one thing.
Daddy absolutely loved her and cared about her enough to discipline her. He wasn’t going to treat her any differently than he would if she wasn’t Nova Monroe.
It felt wonderful in a strange way.
But boy, did that spanking hurt!