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Beach Daddies

By: Shanna Handel
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2018 by Blushing Books® and Shanna Handel
30,000 words / 4 chapters
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The girls are at it again, this time, while on a once in a lifetime vacation to the Outer Banks. Swimming, sun, naughty times and discipline ensue as the ladies get some quality time with their daddies.

Each woman is working through something in her relationship on this trip. Carrie is wondering if she would like to try being a Little. Jessica is plagued by dreams that leave her confused and aroused. And Buttercup wants to know if she will finally be able to call Jake, Daddy.

This is a novella with characters from Sweet Texas Love and Dirty Texas Love but reads as a standalone. Come enjoy the fun as the girls figure out what happens when young ladies don’t follow the rules.

Publisher’s Note: This fun romantic adventure contains elements of domestic discipline, power exchange and sensual scenes.

 

Chapter One

 

Carrie

 

Adult only vacation with my two best girls and our daddies… yes please!

Me and Wes, Jessica and Ray, Buttercup and Jake. Three couples, three girls, three Daddies, seven nights. And an excuse to wear nothing but itty-bitty bikinis, lie on the beach tanning, and drink Ray’s famous margaritas all day—for a week!

How did this come to be?

I’ll tell you.

None other than my amazing mother-in-law, Mama, and her boyfriend, Harry. The two most energetic senior citizens in the state of Texas. Wanting a little time to spoil the grandkids, they offered to take—get this—all four grandkids… to Disney World… for a week! Jessica’s three rambunctious sons—not grandsons by blood, but by heart—and my sweet little Rose—who will help keep all those big boys in line.

Jessica’s sister-in-law, Buttercup, and her husband, Jake have no plans for kids anytime soon, but the newlyweds have been crazy busy with their business and could use a break from it all.

So, I had the brilliant idea for the six of us to get away together for a week while Mama and Harry and the kids are at Disney.

Where are we going?

Outer Banks, North Carolina. A two-hundred-mile-long, narrow chain of islands with a sound of brackish water on one side, the ocean on the other. We will be staying in Corolla, on the miles-long stretch of shoreline that is in between the town of Corolla and the Virginia state line. It’s only accessible by 4WD vehicles—very remote and isolated. But we’d have the town of Corolla nearby for groceries and a few cute little restaurants and shops if we got stir crazy.

The beaches are gorgeous. And even have wild horses. When I was researching different beach options I had read that the Corolla Wild Horses are often spotted along the beach, walking by the oceanfront, or even in neighborhoods. Which pretty much was the deciding factor in picking Corolla.

The perfect place to relax and drink Ray’s famous margaritas.

But I’ll have to keep an eye on my drinking. I do not want to get in trouble with my husband-Daddy, Wes, on this vacation.

Or do I?

I could already imagine myself laying out on the beach, face resting on my towel, my golden tan body covered in oil. The sun warming my shoulders, my back. The other girls disappearing as Wes makes his way over to me. His hand stroking my barely covered bottom, his finger snapping the elastic of my tiny bikini bottoms. Whispering, “Did you put on sunscreen?”

Me replying, “Of course not, silly. I’m here to tan. I’ve got enough oil on me I’m probably flammable.” Stretching my arms out to show off the sun kissed glow.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” His hand would rub both the cheeks of my bottom. Then, smack! “I was very, very clear with you to put on sunscreen, young lady. Little girls who don’t listen to their daddies get spanked.” Another, smack, would land on my ass, making my pussy throb.

I would jump up, protesting something like, “Oh, Daddy, please don’t spank me! I’ll put on sunscreen!” But he would have that spanking man look in his eyes. I would take off running down the beach. My heart would be racing, knowing what would happen when he caught up to me. Then, his arms would be around me and he would pull me to the ground, throwing me over his propped-up thigh. My barely covered bottom wiggling in the air for all to see. My hands pressed into the sandy beach, my head hanging down, blonde curls touching the sand.

My husband is a strict daddy and never delays a punishment. The thought of all those eyes on my bottom, Wes holding me pinned in place, made a thrill run through me.

“Trying to run from me, little girl?” he would ask, his ridiculously strong arm pinning my waist against his thigh, his other hand hovering in the air, about to spank my bottom. I would struggle. In my struggle I would look up to see a few curious beach goers trying to avert their eyes—and failing miserably. Who wouldn’t want to see a pint-sized blonde getting her bottom spanked on the beach, by her hunky cowboy husband?

I would moan, “Oh, Daddy, please stop. This is soooo, embarrassing.”

“If you don’t want to be spanked on the beach, you’d best listen to your daddy.” I think I remember hearing Wes say something similar when we were on our honeymoon in Mexico. Where Wes most certainly did spank me on the beach. Delicious.

And maybe he would again. I could picture it now—his hand coming down on my rounded ass, the slaps stinging my skin, the shame of the loud smacks, ringing out over the public beach. My hands pressing further into the sand, the sharp spanks creating a fire over my entire ass. Then, my bottom in so much pain, I’d be yelling, “Please stop, Daddy!” Not even caring who heard me.

My bikini bottoms would be soaked from my throbbing pussy. Wes would finish the spanking, stand up, flipping me over those broad shoulders to carry me off to the bedroom and have his way with me. Most likely slamming me from behind, doggy style, till I was screaming his name.

Yum—O.

How did a grown ass woman like me end up with a Daddy in the first place? I’ll tell you. Well, I won’t tell you the whole, sordid story—we wouldn’t have enough time.

Please refer to, Daddy Mine & Forever Daddy for the whole scoop.

But I will explain to you what our daddies mean to us women. At least to me and Jessica. I have no idea if Buttercup secretly calls Jake, Daddy, but that man sure acts like a Daddy.

It’s not what you might think. There is no age play in our relationships—no coloring or dressing up or baby talk. I totally see why women would love it—just not something I’ve tried. Hmmm…maybe on this vacation… Though technically, isn’t spanking an adult woman age play in its own right?

I know it’s not the norm. No other friends of mine get thrown over their husband’s knees when they’ve been naughty. When my married friends have a fight with their husbands, it usually leads to screaming, or name calling, or saying things that they don’t mean and can’t take back. Or, they just have a marital spat, don’t talk to each other for a few days, then things go back to normal.

That is not an option when you have a Daddy for a husband. Everything is laid out in the open right then and there. And if the fight was a result of you being, well to put it bluntly—a brat, then you are probably going to get an attitude adjustment—courtesy of your husband’s hard hand.

Fighting and ignoring each other sounds terrible. I’d take a Daddy any day.

When we say, Daddy, we don’t mean, my father.

We mean, my Dedicated Daddy Dom.

Husbands who spank their wives when they are naughty. Call their woman, ‘young lady”, and ‘little girl’. Spoil them rotten when they are good—and correct them when they are bad. Men who demand to be the head of their households. They know what an awesome responsibility they hold, and they do not take their jobs lightly. Providing for, protecting, and nurturing their families.

Are our men perfect? No. But they sure try their hardest to be the perfect husband for us. Husbands who make their wives their number one priority in life.

Sound amazing?

It is. In fact, these relationships are one hundred percent swoon worthy.

Except once in a while when they aren’t.

Like when we girls are really bad. And get punishment spankings.

Yes, the aftercare is amazing, but sometimes when your man is paddling your ass so hard that tears are flowing down your face and you are begging him to stop—you have a few second thoughts about this whole Daddy situation.

Or when you are standing in a corner, your red, sore bottom hanging out of your pulled down panties, sniffling and sobbing. Just knowing you are going to be sent to bed early to sleep on your tummy. And on occasion, we girls even get grounded. It can be pretty awkward explaining to your lady friends that you can’t go out on a Friday night because your husband was not impressed with how late you came home the week before. Instead of hitting the just opened posh wine bar with your friends, you are in your pajamas by nine o’clock.

Yeah—those times you second guess your decision to be a Daddy’s girl.

But then there is the rest of the time.

When your daddy brings you anything you want while you are sitting on the couch late at night, craving snacks. Insists on carrying anything that weighs over ten pounds. Kisses and cuddles, pet names and little presents just to see you smile. Dotes on you, cherishes you, spoils you rotten.

Daddies are the best.

And thanks to this trip, we get a full week to be spoiled and spanked with sun and swimming.

Now I just need to find the perfect house for us to spend this magical time in.

I’m the self-appointed house hunter. And I’m trying to stay within the budget Wes gave me. But, come on. These houses are beyond gorgeous! And we needed three master bedrooms—no sharing bathrooms, thank you very much—and an awesome kitchen so Ray can cook all my favorite, oops, I mean everyone’s fave dishes.

I found a cute little teal beach house that was just darling. Balconies outside of every window. Huge gourmet kitchen. Pleasant looking homes on either side. And right in our price range.

But then as I was looking at the little white calendar for availability, another house popped up. Even cuter than the teal one. A yellow three-story house with shutters and porches and decks, the surrounding houses spread further apart. I clicked on the photos and the kitchen was even bigger than the one in the teal house. And… there was an eight-person hot tub on the back deck.

Hot damn.

This one was just a teensy bit more expensive than what Wes and I had talked about. Surely, he wouldn’t mind the splurge for the hot tub bonus. What’s sexier than having a margarita with your man, in a hot tub overlooking the ocean?

As I was checking the availability for the yellow one, my eye was caught by… the perfect beach house. I mean, this was a once in a lifetime trip, why not book a once in a lifetime house, right?

Navy blue with white shutters, the house stood four stories tall. But all those stairs weren’t a problem because, get this—the house had its own elevator. The kitchen had double ovens—a clear win for Ray—a twelve-person hot tub—the other would have been a little tight—and a pool. With a tiki bar.

There was a long, wooden walkway that led from the house, over the dunes, straight to the ocean. No other houses in sight. The views from the house must be incredible. You could see the sound from the front of the house and the ocean from the back. And was that a wild horse in the corner of the picture? I clicked on the little calendar. The house was booked solid every week for the next six months—except for the week we were going.

Was it fate?

It was perfect. It was the house.

Only one itty bitty problem. It cost twice what Wes had budgeted.

I sat at the computer, tapping my bottom lip with the tip of my pen. I couldn’t take my eyes off that house. Sticking the pen behind my ear, I clicked over the pictures again. Four bedrooms, five bathrooms, game room, pool, pool bar, outdoor shower, hot tub, gourmet kitchen with wine fridge, dining room that sat twelve. Huge living room complete with giant TV, movies, and—yes please—a karaoke machine.

Picking up the credit card that sat beside me, I tapped the corner of it on the desk. Should I? Shouldn’t I?

Everyone would love this place. We would have the time of our lives.

But what would Wes say when he saw the bill? More importantly, what would he do? Sometimes, he let me push the envelope of our budget—he was a spoiler after all, but other times… let’s just say my husband has a hard hand.

Pushing the thought of my angry cowboy husband from my mind, I filled in the credit card info, hovered the mouse over the button that said, submit payment no refunds. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I clicked.

My eyes popped open. The screen of my computer said, Enjoy your stay!

An uneasy feeling come over my tummy as I looked at the total cost. House, plus linen rentals, plus hot tub fill up, and then the extra couple hundred to heat the pool—what’s the point of having your own pool if it’s too cold to swim in—top that off with taxes and fees and… uh-oh.

The bottom line cost was well over twice the number Wes had given me.

This house had best be as amazing in person as it was online. My ass depended on it.

Now to just peruse the internet for the perfect string bikini.

***

 

Carrie

 

A few days later as I was doing a little online shopping, Wes interrupted me.

“What’s this?” he asked. He strode across the room, holding out several plastic packages from the mail.

“Ooh, goodie! My suits are here!” Hopping up from the bed, I ran over to Wes, grabbing the bags from his hand. I might have a little online shopping habit. It’s one thing I used to get in trouble for, but I think Wes finally gave up. A girl’s gotta shop. Am I right?

I threw the packages onto the bed, tearing into the blue one on top from Sun and Sand. I pulled out the slinky black two piece. The bottoms were two triangles, held together by three thin braids on each side. The top was two triangles and two strings. One to tie around the chest, one to tie around the neck. It was gorgeous. And only enough fabric to cover up my naughty bits and let the rest of my skin worship the sun. I threw them back onto the bed, ready to tear into my next package.

Wes came and stood by my side. Picking up the bottoms from the bed with one finger tip, he held them dangling in front of his face. “What… is this? Did you order some new lingerie for our trip?”

I laughed. “Daddy—you’re so funny. That’s my bathing suit for the trip.” I said, batting my eyelashes. “Isn’t it cute? Look at those little braided strings—”

His brow rose. “I’m sorry, your—what?”

I snatched the bottoms from his finger. Rolling my eyes, I said, “It’s a bathing suit. Ever heard of it?”

A millisecond later, he had my chin in between his finger and thumb. Eyes trained on mine, he said, “Watch your tone, little girl.”

I squirmed under his gaze, murmuring, “Yes, sir.”

Wes took the suit from me, grabbing the top from the bed. “These—are for the bedroom. Not the beach.”

I heaved a sigh. Daddy Wes knew nothing about fashion. “But it’s so cute. And I could get the most amazing tan in it.”

“This is a family vacation, Carrie. Not a private sex-cation getaway. Save that bikini for our anniversary in Mexico. Or return it. But don’t even pack it for this trip,” he said.

“You’re such a fuddy duddy. The other girls will be in two pieces just like this one,” I protested.

He gazed at the scrap of a suit. “I highly doubt that.”

“Well, what am I going to do? We are going away in just a few weeks. There is no way I’ll find anything I like as much as that one,” I said with a pout.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he said, “You’ll find something just as cute but a bit more modest. I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah right,” I murmured, eyeing the other packages I had yet to open. My online shopping buzz was completely killed.

He gave me, the look. I gulped.

He asked, “Do any of these other bags hold more appropriate swim attire?”

I had a feeling by ‘more appropriate’, he was not going to be impressed by the lime green thong bikini, the one piece with the leg cutouts that came up almost to my armpits, or the gold bikini that I had ordered, trying to emulate Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi.

“Erm…” I politely replied.

Carrie…” Uh-oh, that was the ‘don’t even think of arguing with me about this another second’ tone.

Best not to push any more buttons. I knew when I was tiptoeing on the line. And, what happened if I crossed it. Like a good little wife, I replied, “I’ll return them. I promise.”

“Good girl.” Wes gave me a kiss on my forehead.

“But I’m not going to like it,” I added.

He chuckled, heading for the door of our bedroom. “Tell you what. Why don’t you go ahead and order yourself a couple new ones, tonight?”

I flopped onto the bed, picking up my laptop. “Okay. I’ll see if I can find some more modest bikinis.” My mind was already picturing a cute little fire engine red t-strap backed top with low cut bottoms I had seen earlier in the week but hadn’t ordered due to the fact it was made out of more material than I cared to wear.

Wes froze in the doorway, his head turning towards me as if in slow motion. “I was talking about tankinis, or one pieces. Not bikinis.”

What? We went over this in Mexico—you know I love to get my tan on! How am I going to do that covered from head to toe in spandex?”

“You are being dramatic, Carrie. I’m just asking you to cover up a little more when we go on a trip with our family,” Wes answered patiently.

“You’re the one being dramatic. You want me in a burka on the beach!” I threw my hands up in the air, the computer wobbling in my lap.

Brows raised, storm clouds formed in his grey eyes. “You want to rethink that attitude, young lady?”

I knew I should rethink it, but I didn’t want to rethink it. So, instead, I said, “I think I should be able to wear anything I want.”

He took two long strides over to me. “And I say you don’t need to be hanging around Ray and Jake, wearing a bathing suit that looks like something a stripper would wear on stage.”

“How would you know what a stripper wears on stage? Have you been to a strip club?” I asked.

“No. Never. And not on topic.” The look returned, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, I am not getting a tankini. Those are for moms,” I said.

“You are a mom,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Not on this trip. I’m just one of the girls. Letting loose and drinking margaritas and tanning topless. The house I got doesn’t even have another house in sight, so it—is—on.” Dismissing him, I went back to my swimsuit search. There was a hot pink, high-waisted bikini on my screen that was screaming my name. There was enough coverage that it should count as a tankini.

Wes’ stern voice interrupted my search. “I think you and I need to have a little chat about what this trip is all about.”

Looking up from the screen, I inspected his face. Chiseled jaw was tight. Storm clouds thickening in those gorgeous grey eyes. Perfect teeth hidden behind full lips in a frown. Golden waves of hair slightly mussed from agitatedly running that huge hand through them.

I gulped. Little chat was code language for one thing. Spanking.

“I—I err… I like tankinis. I could probably find something online. Why don’t I just look right now?” Staring at the screen of my laptop, I began typing away in the google search bar. Modest tankinis that won’t get you spanked by your demanding Daddy Dom.

Wes said, “Too late. You want to be sassy? Sassy is a surefire way to get spanked. I’ll be back in this room in ten minutes, and I want you wearing nothing but those black bottoms that you call a swimsuit…”

Maybe I had read his cues wrong. He wanted some play time with me in my new stripper suit? Ooh goody—sexy time! I fluffed my golden curls, batting my lashes at him.

He finished his speech, “standing in the corner, hands behind your back.”

I wanted to protest. I wanted to argue. Instead, I sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s better,” he said.

The door shut behind him.

Closing the computer, I hopped down from the bed. First, I took off my top. My nipples tightened as I freed my breasts from my bra. I slid down my jeans and panties—despite my dread of my upcoming punishment, the dampness in the crotch of my panties gave away my conflicting emotion of desire—untangling them from my ankles and tossing them by my shirt on the floor.

I picked up the slip of black fabric. Now I just had to figure out how to get this thing on. I stepped into the bikini bottoms, pulling them up over my hips. One glance at the full-length mirror in our bedroom and I had to agree with Wes. These were not appropriate for public viewing. The top strands came up over my hips, the high-cut front barely covered my pussy. The other two strands wrapped sexily around my hip bones. Turning, I gasped when I saw the back. The black triangle was almost a thong, rising high up on my hips, showing the full curve of my bottom.

I put my hands over my bare breasts. Then I took them down. I turned in the mirror, getting a full view of myself. “Damn. I look sexy… Daddy is going to like—” My mirror time was cut short by the sound of boots making their way down the hall to me.

Hurrying to my naughty corner, I had just enough time to get in place, clasping my hands behind my back just as the doorknob clicked. My nipples constricted, a shiver running through me as I felt Wes’ eyes looking over me.

“Good girl.”

A whoosh dampened my bathing suit bottoms, my pussy clenching.

I heard Wes take a seat in the chair he liked to keep across from my naughty corner—the better to rest in while he admired my ‘cherry red bottom’, as he liked to do after a punishment.

“Carrie, come here, now.”

I tiptoed over to him, my breasts and bottom jiggling as I did.

Wes’ eyes watched me, hungrily.

“Sit in my lap.” His arms wrapped around me as I slipped onto his lap. Was that a bulge I detected underneath my bottom? The material of his trousers felt rough on the exposed bare skin of my ass. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my breasts pressed against him.

“You look amazing,” he murmured in my ear. Fingertips trailing down my back, goosebumps covered my skin. His hand wrapped around my hip. His grip tightened, making me gasp as he whispered, “Amazing, but very, very naughty. Someone needs to go over Daddy’s knee and remember who is in charge around here.”

“It’s just a suit, Daddy.” I pressed my hard nipples into his chest.

“A suit that made my little girl get too big for her britches,” he said.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I apologized.

“And get a sassy tone with me,” he said.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, again.

“That’s better.” He gave my forehead a kiss. His eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to set some clear boundaries for this trip. We are going to have fun. And yes, there won’t be any kids there. But that doesn’t give you a free pass to go crazy and act like a teenager.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” I murmured.

Wes raised a brow at me. “That very much does sound like you. Which is why I am setting your boundaries for the trip before we go. Right now, in fact. With you over my lap. Getting your cute little bottom spanked.”

“Daddy,” I protested.

Wes’ fingertips moved from my hip and slid down the crotch of my suit. The feel of his fingertips over the silky material, barely pressing into my pussy, made me shudder, my hips wiggling in his hardening lap.

“Somebody’s wet,” he murmured.

“Err... I, uh…” I stuttered.

“Be a good girl for your spanking and I’ll take care of this—” I gasped as his finger rubbed at my clit through the suit. “—little pussy afterwards. But first, over my lap for your attitude adjustment,” he growled.

I crawled down from my seat, kneeling on the floor beside him. I had been sassy but I just wasn’t ready to get spanked. I shot him a long look, hoping he might call the spanking off, rip the suit off and fuck the hell out of me.

But Daddy always followed through. His jaw clenched impatiently, his finger tapping his lap. Heaving a sigh, I laid myself over his lap. Nervous butterflies filled my tummy as they always did when I submitted myself to my man. My bare breasts and peaked nipples pressed against the side of the chair.

“So nice. This thing is so small I don’t even have to pull it down.” His fingertip ran from the waist of my suit, down the crack of my ass, over my pussy, tickling my clit. “But I think I will anyway.”

He tugged the material from my waist, pulling it down just to the tops of my thighs. The suit was so tiny, it had gotten lodged in the crack of my ass. He left it just under the curve of my bottom.

His hand cupped my right ass cheek, then my left. Having the black spandex constricted around and in my bottom, made the whole experience even naughtier. “Some ground rules, young lady.” His hand brushed my ass, then came down with a hard, slap, right in the center of my cheek. “No drinking more than Daddy says.” Smack, slap, smack! He was focusing on the center of my right ass cheek, his hand coming down in the same spot every time, driving the message home with a fiery sting. Smack, slap, smack!

I whimpered, wiggling my hips. “Yes, Daddy.”

His hand cupped my left cheek. “No sassy mouth.” Smack, slap, smack, smack, slap, smack! The punishing spanks all landed in the same spot on the center of my left cheek. I moaned, “Yes, Daddy!” wondering what my ass looked like. I was sure there were huge, matching red handprints, one on each cheek.

“You’re going to be Daddy’s good little girl and do what Daddy says… or else.” Spank! One landed on the right side, then, spank, one on the left. Right on the same spot as before. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He repeated the pattern, saying, “Daddy will spank you no matter who’s around. Even if you are on a big girl vacation with your girlfriends. If you act sassy, your friends are going to see you sitting uncomfortably in your chair, sniffling.” My bottom was stinging, my hips wiggling, I was whimpering from the pain.

“Is all of that clear?” he asked.

“Yes, sir!” The handprints burned into the center of my cheeks and I shifted my weight on my knees.

“And you are going to follow my rules?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes. All the rules. I promise!” I cried.

“Good. Now let’s see if your little pussy got even wetter.” His fingers crept beneath the suit, slipping into my slick folds. “Dripping wet. My girl likes having her ass spanked, doesn’t she?” His fingers teased, circling around my clit.

“Oh,” I groaned, wiggling my hips into his lap. “Don’t play with me!”

“How else am I going to make you come?” he asked.

Uh… hot damn. My eyes squeezed shut tight as his fingertips teased the entrance to my pussy. I gave a loud gasp as they plunged within me. He pressed his two fingers in and out, fucking me from behind. In and out they slid again. My hips were pressed into his thighs and I was whimpering, stars forming behind my eyelids. Then, he went deeper, his fingertips hitting my G-spot.

My pussy clenched around his fingers as I rubbed my hips furiously against him, my clit getting massaged against his jeans as he continued to finger fuck me. I was going to come.

“Oh my God.” My entire body tightened, clenching into one stiff muscle. “Oh my God,” I cried as I came.

 I collapsed, limp against his lap.

He patted my bottom. “There’s my good girl.” He peeled the suit from between my thighs, pulling it down my legs. “Now get yourself over that bed.” I stood up and hopped over to the high bed on my tiptoes, bending over the edge, my ass high in the air.

I could hear his belt unlatching behind me, his zipper coming down. Then, the fronts of his thighs were pushing against the backs of mine. His cock found my entrance and slid inside me. My fingertips clutched at the comforter on the bed, my face pressing into the material.

“Oh my God, fuck me, Wes,” I screamed as he teased me, pulling out and in slowly. My pussy was tightening, begging him to go harder, faster.

“Say please.”

“Please, dear God, fuck me hard, Wes!”

The teasing stopped, his cock slamming into me and fucking me hard from behind. I screamed his name as he pumped, hard and fast, just like my body demanded. I rose up on my tiptoes, my mouth now biting the blanket as he slapped my ass, crooning, “Come for me baby. Come for me.”

The orgasm he’d given me from the finger fucking was just an appetizer. Bursts of white lights shone behind my eyelids as my legs tensed, my sheath constricted around his rock-hard cock, an explosion coming from within me. With one final thrust, Wes came, too. I could feel his load pumping within me.

I lay limp on the bed, completely spent.

And that, my friends, is what it’s like to have a Daddy.

***

 

Jessica

 

My husband is my Daddy Dom. And, sexy as hell. After becoming a father, Ray started working out. His goal was to get super buff to keep up with the boys, but his new physique had an unexpected bonus. Our sex life went into overdrive. With three growing boys in the house it was getting difficult to find enough privacy to do what we wanted to do. So, my husband turned one of our garage bays into a sex shack.

Yes… he did.

Our date nights consisted of kicking our boys out of the house and sending them to ride horses on Wes and Carrie’s Ranch. Then, Ray and I would catch up on our fucking. Right in the comfort of our own backyard.

We had more toys hanging from the walls than our local sex shop called, Naughty. After a few hours of playing around, orgasms wracking my body, completely spent, and freshly showered, I would sit at the marble island in our massive kitchen. Sipping wine and watching Ray sauté garlic and onions in herb infused oil, cooking me an amazing dinner to replace all the calories I had just worked off.

Ray is a dominant man. And what he says goes. But he is also very domesticated. Ray never turned his nose at changing diapers and for the first few years, he did all the cooking in our relationship. I tended to ignore vegetables as a food group and Ray does not get down with that, and so, he took over the kitchen.

Besides the cooking, he also mixed the drinks. He used to own a bar in our tiny town of Poke—creatively named, Ray’s. It was also the only bar in town, but I had some of my best nights drinking and dancing at Ray’s. The schedule of being a bar owner wasn’t quite working for our family, and Ray sold the bar.

Luckily, he had a brilliant mind for business, and the loss of the bar income didn’t matter. Over the course of a decade, Ray had slowly bought up about half the town of Poke. Now with all his real estate investments, he was a self-made man and working from home—a gorgeous home that he built for us in the rolling hills of Texas.

Don’t hate me but—yes—my husband is rich, an amazing father, can cook, and spoils me rotten.

Before marrying Ray and having kids, I also owned my own business—the cutest little hair salon you’ve ever seen. With my glossy magazines, expensive coffee, the latest cuts—including keeping my own white blonde hair looking fabulous—my goal had been to bring a touch of class and elegance into Poke. And I had done that. What did I call my shop? Just as creative as Ray, I named it—Jessica’s. You can tell by the naming of our enterprises, we were meant to be—Jessica’s & Ray’s.

But that was ages ago. Now we are just a boring, happily married couple with three kids—though there is nothing boring about our sex life.  I have grown to love routine. And being dubbed with the title ‘Town Mom’, of our small town of Poke. As most moms in Texas tend to do, I over committed myself to volunteering at the school as ‘class mom’, at baseball and soccer as ‘team mom’, and the list goes on.

I can’t say, ‘no’. Then I get stressed out. Then I get mouthy. Then I get spanked.

Which is why this vacation that Carrie was planning could not have come at a better time. I had just wrapped up three, end-of-year school celebrations—one for each of my children’s classes, and still had a teacher appreciation banquet, and a rec league end of year celebration to plan.

Needless to say, I was completely, totally and utterly burnt out.

Which is why, when I opened a box of what was supposed to be white, linen table cloths and saw red, instead—I lost my shit.

“Damnit all to hell, Ray Stevenson. You have got to be kidding me. Are you being serious with this!” I couldn’t believe it. The linen table covers I was pulling from the Amazon box were… red. “This cannot be happening,” I murmured to myself, throwing the brightly colored table cloths onto the counter with disgust. “Raaaaaaay!” I hollered. Heat rose in my chest, reaching my face and burning my cheeks. This was just unbelievable.

Ray strode into the kitchen. I gulped, my hand freezing in mid-air, tablecloth in hand. His jaw was clenched under his short beard, his dark brow raised at me. The way his massive biceps stuck out as he crossed his arms in front of his chest made me second guess the way I had spoken to him.

“You called?” he asked. His brow rose higher as an intense look of displeasure settled on his face.

It wasn’t enough to put out the raging fire inside me. He had ordered the wrong damn color, after all. “These,” I said, shaking the cloth in front of him, “were supposed to be white. Red is going to look terrible. Everyone in Poke is going to laugh at me when they show up to a blood-red end of year banquet.

Ray spoke calmly. “You asked me to order the table cloths. We needed two-day shipping. Only Amazon could get the table cloths here on time. They were out of white, and so, I went with the red. It’s the perfect color for a Parks and Rec sports league dinner. White is stuffy and for grownups. Besides, the red will hide stains better and the town can use them next year.”

I whined, “But I wanted white… I wanted elegance, class, a feel of—”

Ray interrupted me, “Let me stop you right there. The color, we can discuss later. The way you addressed me, we will discuss, now.”

“No excuses. Luckily, the boys are down the street. So, I can take care of this attitude right here, right now.”

My stomach clenched, heat prickling the back of my neck. I continued to edge away from Ray while he approached me like a panther to his prey. His brow wrinkled while he mockingly searched his memory. “Let’s see… what were your exact words? I believe you said, and I quote, Damn it all to hell, Ray Stevenson. Does that sound about right?”

 Oh dear. I tried to explain, “I… uh… I was just stressed out and I thought they were going to be white and now—”

“No excuses. And what does Daddy say about acting out when you are stressed? Then, blaming your actions on stress?” he asked.

Sighing, I repeated Ray’s famous phrase that he told me several times a year whenever I had overcommitted, “Don’t sign up for more than you can handle. Stress is no excuse for rudeness.”

He said, “You are going to pull down those pants and panties and bend right over your marble countertop. Daddy is going to spank that stress right away until you are my sweet, sweet girl again.”

My eyes widened as I watched Ray reach over the oven to the red utensil crock I kept on the counter. He flipped through the utensils, finally making his selection. A long handled wooden spoon. I gulped.

“Ray…” I started, backing away from him. My rear bumped into the kitchen table.

“I’m not going to chase you, Jessica. I’m going to stand right here and wait for you to present yourself to me.” He began to tap his wide palm with the head of the spoon.

“I… uh… err...” I stuttered as my fingers gripped the edge of the table.

His dark eyes roved over me. “Don’t make me count,” he said softly, his hand going to the buckle of his belt.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I quickly went over to Ray. Facing the backsplash, I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them with my panties down over my hips and bottom. I bent over the marble as best I could, giving Ray full access to my bared bottom.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. He tapped my bottom with the spoon, causing my ass cheeks to clench. “A few warm up swats?” he asked.

“Yes... sir,” I said.

Ray’s paddle-like palm came down on the center of my right ass cheek, smack, then the left, smack. He spanked my bottom, a stinging covering my skin. Then, he began spanking me with the spoon. The wooden implement left sharp, stinging spots on my warmed skin.

Long before a punishment spanking would have normally ended, Ray paused. His hand caressed my ass. Leaning down, he murmured into my ear. “You know what I would really like to do with you?” he asked.

A delicious thrill ran through me. His voice was sexy, and I began to picture the things he would do with me. “Wh—what?” I asked.

“I want to take you out back. Bend you over my spanking bench, warm up that gorgeous ass of yours, then take you from behind and fuck the stress right out of you. What do you say?”

Hell yeah! Ray always knew exactly what I needed. “I say, yes please.”

He helped me peel off my pants. Grabbing my hand, we laughed as we sprinted across the grass to our little sex shop—me bare from the waist down.

Sometimes, a little stress could be healthy.

***

 

Jessica

 

Later that day, still glowing from our private time in our love shack, Ray and I revisited the topic of the banquet.

Digging into the pot roast I had made in the crock pot, in-between bites, Ray said, “We are going to go with the red. Let’s change it to a red, white and blue theme. Perfect for sports, perfect for summer. I’m thinking… All American Sports? Maybe get some striped decorations, some with stars?”

I mulled the idea over. I had to give it to Ray—it was a super cute idea. “That might work,” I said with a nod.

“Tell you what, honey, you still have a teacher banquet to prepare, right?” he asked. Yes, that and three other things I hadn’t yet told Ray I had volunteered to chair. “Yes… so?” I said, taking a sip of the red wine he had poured me.

“Let me take care of this one.” The kiss he placed on my forehead said that the topic was not up for discussion. I gave a sigh—relinquishing control.

The day of the banquet came. And true to Ray’s word, he took care of everything.

The room was perfect. The tables were spread with the red cloths—just looking at them made my bottom hurt a little. Each place setting had a red and white striped plate, blue napkin, and blue cup with white stars. I had Carrie come over and spend three hours writing each child’s name on the cup in a paint pen—she didn’t teach anymore but she still had that gorgeous teacher handwriting. The cup was a little takeaway for the kids to remember the season.

Ray had run around Poke and the town of Clinton, collecting every single red white and blue or star themed balloon. Bunches of the inflated balloons were tied to little silver holders and placed on the center of the tables. Overall, we had ourselves a good old-fashioned America themed sports banquet.

Three long tables held catered dinner from the local barbeque joint. The hungry kids were grabbing their plates from the table and getting in line.

Throwing his arm around my shoulder, Ray said to me, “You did good, honey. Real good. The kids are having a ball.”

I nudged him in the ribs. “You did great, Ray. I couldn’t even imagine these kids amongst my original black and white themed party. Booooo—ring.”

Shannon, one of the sweetest moms I knew who had four little boys and had never missed a t-ball game, approached me. “Jessica, this is just so cute. I love, love, love the red. Sometimes, as parents, we try to make these events too… stuffy. You know, white linen and candle light. But this looks like something that was made for the kids. The pictures are going to come out awesome.” I could feel Ray smirking beside me, his hand slowly moving to my ass and giving it a discreet squeeze.

“Thanks, Shannon. It was a happy accident. The red was the only thing in stock. Ray was super worried about it, but I assured him it would look great.” I smiled up at Ray.

“I was up in arms about it I guess. Good thing you were there to cool me off, Miss Jessica.” He gave my rear a harder squeeze. I held in a squeal.

“Aww… you guys are cute,” Shannon gushed. She gave us a wave, smiled and took off for the buffet.

I leaned up, kissing Ray. “You’re the best, you know that?” I murmured to him.

“No, you are. As long as you have me around to keep you in line.” He kissed me back. “Just think—in a few days all of this volunteer nonsense will be behind you and you and I will be stretched out in the sand, drinking by the ocean.”

“You are going to be drinking?” I raised a brow to my husband. He used to be a bartender, own his own bar, and only ever had a drink once a year around Christmas time. It would be shocking to see him partaking over our vacation.

“I decided in my old age, I’m going to let loose a bit. Maybe have some fine wine, a craft beer or two.” His arms wrapped around my waist. “Have a few mixed drinks with my sweetie.”

“Mmm… sounds great.” I could already feel the warm glow a couple of glasses of wine gave me, relaxing my shoulders, the tension of the banquet melting away.

Ray gave me a quick kiss, pulling me away from him. “But right now, we’ve got to get back to mingling.” With a wink, he departed, joking, “See you at the beach.”

It was sad, but true. The end of the school year was so chaotic we really wouldn’t get to fully connect until we left for our vacation. Just a few more weeks and my toes would be in the sand. I could not wait.

 

Goldie Nut on 09/14/2018 07:53pm
3 young ladies that are always it seems in trouble for something they always
know if they get caught will always mean swift and painful discipline. They just
throw caution to the wind. They are all together for a vacation to the outer banks.
Sun swimming and whatever mischief they can find.

Wes and Carrie practice a d/s relationship with spanking. Carrie is wondering what
it would be like to practice age play. So he gives her some time to see if she likes it.
Ray and Jessica are married with 3 boys. They practice d/d and when Jessica becomes
stressed out because she has over extended herself. Ray knows how to settle her down
with old fashioned spanking. She starts having dreams after discussing age play with Carrie
Buttermilk and Jake newlyweds and when buttermilk acts out Jake applies spanking and other
types of punishment. Buttermilk doesn't call Jake Daddy but he said he is not opposed to her
doing that.

A fun loving novel.
Hope W on 09/11/2018 08:02am
Beach Daddies is part of the Sweet Texas Love Series and can also be read as a standalone. This novella is a clean domestic discipline romance revolving around 3 fun couples. The girls seem to find trouble not only as a group, but also individually. However, their men have no problem knowing how to deal with their deeds of mischief and disobedience with well deserved spankings given with love. Each couple is unique and their friendships are deep. With feisty females, alpha males, love, romance, plenty of spankings, and a whole lot of fun this story is a great night's read. I recommend this book as well as the whole fun and lively series! I voluntarily received an arc copy of this book.
Margaret Corcoran on 09/09/2018 01:22pm
I love this author and this is a wonderful series. It's brilliantly written and described with great characters. All the ladies are completely spoiled and full of fun. There are plenty of hot spicy sexy spankings and hot spicy sexy scenes between the two couples. A real fast paced fun read. I received an ARC copy of this book and I highly recommend it. Enjoyable and entertaining.
LuCinda Beebe on 09/09/2018 10:18am
This is a novella with characters from 2 other previous books by this author. I have enjoyed this author's books in the past and this one is no exception. Carrie and Wes, Jessica and Ray, and Buttercup and Jake are back going on vacation without their kids. This book had funny moments along with some serious times. Definitely a fast-paced and a quick read and worth picking up to find out what has been happening and now what is new in these three couples lives. This book can be read as a stand alone but I think it would make more sense reading after the other two books.
K. Brown on 09/05/2018 02:44pm
Beach Daddies took me a little while to get Into as I hadn't read any of the preceding books. I did like that the story was told from the perspective of several of the different characters. I liked hearing the different views on age play. As stated in the story, however, these characters didn't really practice age play. They practiced more of a domestic discipline relationship with their partners.
Lisa Watson on 09/05/2018 05:36am
This is a great novella from Shanna. I have read all of the other books in the series so it is great to see their characters continue to develop and intertwine with one another. You can however read this as a standalone and it would be just as enjoyable.

All of the characters are kiddie free after the grandparents decide to take them to Disney so the group of friends decide to hire a cabin at the beach for a week of relaxation. They each take the time to look at their relationship to decide if they need more out of it or if they are happy just as they are. It is a lighthearted, fun read with mild age play and domestic discipline. The female characters are fun and mischievous and the males are alpha and cherish their little females.

I would really recommend this book, I couldn't put it down.
Redrabbitt on 09/02/2018 12:42am
This is a fun novella that will have the three couples that are from the Sweet Texas Love and Dirty Texas Love books. The book can read as a stand-alone and covers the relationships of the individual couples and the friendship of the group. When the grandparents decide to take the grandchildren for a trip to Disney, it is the perfect time for adult time between the couples at the beach. Carrie is in charge of booking the beach house, and she picks one that is private and extravagant.

Wes and Carrie have been married for many years, have a daughter, and have always had a D/s relationship with spankings. She calls him Daddy, and he refers to her as his little girl. During the beach trip, she ponders if what they have is age-play and not just talk. When she talks to Wes, he gives her a day of exploring what a deeper age play relationship would entail.

Ray and Jessica are married with three boys. Jessica tends to overextend herself and become stressed out. Ray knows how to settle her and get her back on track with a good old-fashioned spanking. But they also are creative and have turned a garage into their playroom. What happens when after Carrie and Jessica have a discussion on age-play and Jessica starts having dreams? Ray is in sync with his wife and gets her to tell him about her two dreams. He also tells her if she wants to explore their relationship further than just spanking he is willing.

Newlyweds Jake and Buttercup will round out the third couple and chose to drive instead of fly and explore more of the countryside, and join the others for two nights during the middle of their stay. While Jake spanks Buttercup and uses other forms of punishment, she doesn%u2019t call him Daddy. They will bring it up in conversation and explore the feel of it for them. I think deep down; she is somewhat envious of Carrie and Jessica calling their husbands Daddy. Jake isn%u2019t opposed to being called Daddy and initiates it in their play, calling himself Daddy.

It was nice seeing these three couples and their relationships, their open-mindedness to discussing relationships, and even dipping their toes into exploring a little more. No matter what, these three girls have a knack of getting themselves into trouble, together and separately and their Daddy husbands know just how to handle naughty girls. The story is more about the relationships and spankings than sex scenes. The couples each know the initial relationships of the others and that they live a D/s lifestyle that includes spanking. There will be one scene that will include Wes and Ray having to spank Carrie and Jessica at the same time to straighten them out and bring things back to normal.
Redrabbitt on 09/02/2018 12:42am
This is a fun novella that will have the three couples that are from the Sweet Texas Love and Dirty Texas Love books. The book can read as a stand-alone and covers the relationships of the individual couples and the friendship of the group. When the grandparents decide to take the grandchildren for a trip to Disney, it is the perfect time for adult time between the couples at the beach. Carrie is in charge of booking the beach house, and she picks one that is private and extravagant.

Wes and Carrie have been married for many years, have a daughter, and have always had a D/s relationship with spankings. She calls him Daddy, and he refers to her as his little girl. During the beach trip, she ponders if what they have is age-play and not just talk. When she talks to Wes, he gives her a day of exploring what a deeper age play relationship would entail.

Ray and Jessica are married with three boys. Jessica tends to overextend herself and become stressed out. Ray knows how to settle her and get her back on track with a good old-fashioned spanking. But they also are creative and have turned a garage into their playroom. What happens when after Carrie and Jessica have a discussion on age-play and Jessica starts having dreams? Ray is in sync with his wife and gets her to tell him about her two dreams. He also tells her if she wants to explore their relationship further than just spanking he is willing.

Newlyweds Jake and Buttercup will round out the third couple and chose to drive instead of fly and explore more of the countryside, and join the others for two nights during the middle of their stay. While Jake spanks Buttercup and uses other forms of punishment, she doesn%u2019t call him Daddy. They will bring it up in conversation and explore the feel of it for them. I think deep down; she is somewhat envious of Carrie and Jessica calling their husbands Daddy. Jake isn%u2019t opposed to being called Daddy and initiates it in their play, calling himself Daddy.

It was nice seeing these three couples and their relationships, their open-mindedness to discussing relationships, and even dipping their toes into exploring a little more. No matter what, these three girls have a knack of getting themselves into trouble, together and separately and their Daddy husbands know just how to handle naughty girls. The story is more about the relationships and spankings than sex scenes. The couples each know the initial relationships of the others and that they live a D/s lifestyle that includes spanking. There will be one scene that will include Wes and Ray having to spank Carrie and Jessica at the same time to straighten them out and bring things back to normal.
Nancy Hughes on 09/01/2018 11:21pm
This is a cute spanking story, of 3 couples who go on vacation without the children. Of course the girls are naughty, but they can%u2019t be good all the time, right? I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.

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