Daddy reaches up to tighten my pigtails before clasping my waist and meeting my gaze. “I can’t be next to you constantly inside the water park. You’ll stay with Anabel, and you’ll stay where I can see you at all times.”
I nod. “Okay, Daddy.” Already I feel a certain level of trepidation. I won’t be in my harness here. I’ve developed a bit of social anxiety since moving to the island. Something about my regression has caused me to prefer to stick close to Daddy, preferably buckled in tight when we’re not at home. The thought of walking even a few feet away from him makes me nervous. Whey hadn’t I thought of this before?
He pats my bottom. “You’ll be fine. Just be aware of your surroundings. Most of the time, I’ll be with you. We can go on some water slides and the lazy river together. But I’m not going into the splash pad with you.”
I nod, my bottom lip trembling. I won’t cry. I’m a grown adult for heaven’s sake. Until two weeks ago, I went everywhere alone. Never thought about it. Classes. Restaurants. Out with friends.
Now? Now I don’t like to be out of Daddy’s sight. Or reach. I can’t put my finger on it.
Daddy bends down to take off my sandals and pats my sore bottom again.
I look up to see Anabel waiting for me. She reaches out a hand for me to take it. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Her boobs are on the smaller side like mine. Her nipples are hard points, also like mine. She’s either chilled or aroused. It’s so strange seeing her like this. Standing in front of me wearing nothing but a swim diaper. Same as every other Little splashing in the water. No one seems to care that so much skin is exposed.
“Go on, baby girl. I’m right here. I won’t take my eyes off you.” Daddy turns toward Anabel. “Melody is a little anxious about being away from me. Maybe you can help her relax.”
Anthony sets a hand on the small of my back from the other side. “Anabel knows better than to take one step out of my sight. The first time we came here, she ended up with a memorable spanking for wandering too far.”
The mention of Anabel also getting spanked calms me a bit. I take a breath and set my palm in hers, letting her lead me to the splash pad. It’s only ten feet away, and I glance back at Daddy when we reach the edge of brightly colored equipment.
He’s leaning back in the lounge chair, talking to Anthony next to him, but his gaze is on me, and he smiles to let me know he sees me.
This is not my style. It’s the opposite of what I’ve experienced at the zoo and the amusement park. Instead of being fully restrained and securely held on to by a leash, I’m wandering away from Daddy.
“We can play right here,” Anabel suggests, pointing to a spot where water is shooting up out of the colorful rubber-padded ground. It’s wide open and completely visible to our chairs.
I nod and follow her, finally smiling when the first squirt of water hits me in the face.
Anabel giggles. “See? It’s so fun. We won’t wander far. I promise. Daddy would spank me. From right here in their line of sight, we can go down the slides and play in the water spouts.”
I swallow and tell myself I’m being silly. This is fine. Daddy is right behind me. He’s watching. I’m safe.
After a few minutes of jumping in the spouts of water, I follow Anabel to the slide, glancing over my shoulder for the tenth time.
Daddy has not taken his eyes off me once. That reassures me.
We go down the first slide, and it’s so fun that we go to the higher one next. I haven’t been to a water park in years. I don’t even remember when. Another of those things childless adults don’t do. Why not?
When we grow tired of the slides, Anabel plops down on her bottom in some shallow water, laughing.
I sit next to her, gingerly, wincing when my sore bottom hits the ground. I glance at the chairs, making sure Daddy is watching. He is.
“I’m sorry you got spanked this morning,” Anabel says.
I shrug. “It was my fault. I was excited about coming here with you today, and I got rambunctious.”
She giggles. “I do that sometimes too.” Her face softens. “How are you doing otherwise? Do you like it here?”
I nod. “Yes. More than I should I think.”
She tips her head to one side. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I’m just surprised, I guess. I didn’t think I would like it at all, and instead I love it. The structure andboundaries. It’s far more intense than the way we lived on the mainland.”
“That’s an understatement. How is your thesis coming?”
I perk up. “It’s going well. With this kind of discipline, I’ll have it done before the summer is over.” I sigh and blow out a breath at the mention of the end of the summer.
