Pulling the offensive panties to her knees, I give myself a moment to admire the sight in front of me. Camilla’s bare bottom, framed by the outline of her bathing suit left behind by her multiple tanning sessions out on the beach, no matter how many times I’ve gotten onto her about using sunblock. Once we return to the island, she will be protecting her skin or she will have Daddy to answer to.
Daddy. Just the word is enough to make my cock ache even more than it already did. I’ve waited for over a year for the chance to make Camilla mine in every possible sense of the word and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to claim her right here and now.
But even if I can’t fully claim her, I can impress on her how important it is for her to remember her role. On the island or off it, Camilla is both my nurse and a Little girl, and it will serve her well to remember that.
Fighting against the temptation to run my hand over her round, gorgeous bottom, I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tight against me as I deliver the first stinging swat to her bare skin. “Obviously, you are in need of a major attitude adjustment before we get to New York. As soon as you stop fighting me, you may have your punishment for being late.”
“I don’t need anything from you!”
There’s a hitch in her voice, as if she’s on the verge of tears. And considering I’ve just started spanking her and I know damn well she can take a lot more than this before the waterworks start, I am dead certain that hitch is because she’s lying.
She needs me. Needsthis. So like any good Daddy, I’m prepared to give my Little one everything she needs.
Whether she wants it or not.
With every swat, her bottom turns a brighter and brighter pink, the color spreading well into the tanned areas of her bottom and the tops of her thighs. But it isn’t until I focus on her sit-spots, that sensitive juncture where bottom and thighs meet, that she breaks.
“I’m sorry!” she wails, her struggles ceasing as she goes limp over my knee. “Please, Sir, I’m sorry!”
Letting my hand rest on her warm skin, I indulge my desire to rub some of the sting from her bottom. “What are you sorry for, Camilla?”
“For… um… for telling you no?”
It’s asked as a question, and I have to swallow a laugh. It won’t do for her to think I find any part of her behavior amusing.
“That’s part of it. What else?”
“And for… for refusing to wear my diaper.”
“Good girl. We still need to address all the naughty words you used while you were fighting me, but that can wait until after your spanking for being tardy. Kerry, will you fetch me the round wooden paddle from my bag, please?”
Still draped over my knee, Camilla moans. “Oh my god, I forgot she was here! This is so embarrassing!”
Considering how many exams she’s witnessed me performing on the other Littles who reside on our island, it’s amusing to me that she would find a simple spanking so humiliating. But I’ve never been one to let an opportunity pass me by, so I lean into her feelings of embarrassment. “If you’d been a good girl, Kerry wouldn’t have seen you getting your bare bottom spanked. Perhaps that will help you remember yourself the rest of this trip.”
“Yes, Sir,” Camilla replies with a quiet sniffle.
Kerry returns, all bright smiles and swinging blonde hair, to hand me the paddle and the diaper I’d requested earlier. “Here you are, Doctor D. Anything else I can get for you?”
“Thank you, Kerry. How much longer until takeoff?”
“About ten minutes.”
“Perfect. Just enough time for me to teach naughty little Camilla here a lesson on punctuality.”
Chapter Two
Millie
The cool, smooth wood of the paddle taps against my bottom and it’s all I can do not to whimper in response. Ihatethat paddle, as he well knows, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give him the satisfaction of whining about it.
Doctor D loves it when Little girls whine and plead for mercy.
“One for each minute you were late arriving to the plane. The count is ‘One, I will be on time, Sir”. Do you understand, Camilla?”
I understand you’re a dickhead.“Yes, Sir,” I grind out instead, unwilling to give him any more reasons to punish me.
The heavy wood snaps against my already aching bottom and I let out a low hiss at the explosion of pain. “One, I will be on time, Sir.”
