2 comments/ 11573 views/ 10 favorites A Beautiful Day in Maui By: agentmom It was a beautiful day in Hawaii. Randy and Julie were sitting on plush lawn chairs on a beach outside of Maui. It was their second day in Hawaii. The early afternoon sun was warm and pleasant. In between the chairs was an umbrella for shade, and a small table. The small hotel had a reputation for great service, and Randy and Julie were happy with their choice. There was a welcome basket in their suite when they arrived. The beach was advertised as semi-private. Since the hotel was small, and away from the tourist area, there were not a lot of people. Locals to the area used the part of the beach further down, to surf, or just relax. The hotel also offered extensive service on the beach itself. Drinks could be ordered and brought to your beach side table. Towels and boogie boards were provided at no extra fee. Randy and Julie had enjoyed a nice lunch. After lunch, they went back to change into their suits and then walked down to the beach. Julie was wearing a floral print string bikini that showed off her curves, and Randy wore his tropical themed swim trunks. Once they got to the beach, they settled in on the chairs. "Aloha, I'm Victor, and I will be your waiter today. Would you like a Mai Tai?" he asked "Oh darlin', I am parched here and would love a drink." Julie replied, with a drawl, and without even a glance at her Daddy. "Yes Victor, that would be nice, thank you." replied Randy. "Right away, your drinks would be ready shortly." replied Victor. Pretty soon, Victor came back with their Mai Tais. "Here you are." "Young lady, would you and your husband like to use a boogie board today?" asked Victor. "Oooh me, me, me I would!" exclaimed Julie. "No baby, I don't think so" said Randy firmly. "But daa...honey, it would be fun to try." "Not today but thank you, Victor." Randy spoke directly to Victor. "Daddy, why can't I try the boogie board?" Julie asked, with a bit of a whine. "Babygirl, a boogie board is tricky to use, especially in unpredictable ocean waves." Daddy explained. "Daddy, I have been snorkeling in the ocean several times." " I understand you have been in the ocean before baby. Using a boogie board is a different skill set." "Daddy, please??" "No, this discussion is over babygirl." Julie huffed under her breath a bit, which got a look from Daddy. She sat back in the chair, and sipped her drink. After she finished her drink, Julie relaxed a bit, and read her magazine. She was getting a bit warm and wanted to cool off in the ocean. Julie got out of her chair and said "Daddy, I am going swimming." Randy looked out at the ocean waves. He grew up on a coastal city in Texas, and was familiar with waves and oceans. "That is fine. The waves are a bit higher than they were yesterday. You can't go swimming." Daddy then took a hold of her hands when he saw her frown. "You can go in to cool off. Don't swim around, you had a drink and the waves are stronger then they look from the shore. Do not walk out too far, not past your waist. Understand babygirl?" Randy inquired. "Yes Daddy" said Julie, as she leaned over, kissed him and then ran across the hot sand into the water. She walked into the water carefully. The waves did not seem that bad, she remarked to herself. The ocean floor was sandy and cool. It felt really good on her feet. Julie continued into the water. The water was now just above her knees. She stood there and watched the surfers further out. On the other end of the beach, she saw a few people using boogie boards to ride the waves. Julie pouted. Boogie boards looked like so much fun. She really didn't think it would be hard to do. She felt a bit resentful towards her Daddy. So Julie was thinking about this as she moved forward on the soft sandy ocean floor. She now felt the warm waves on her thighs, and she ventured out further still. She felt the water hitting her pussy and then cover her bottom. She retreated back a bit. She decided to just sit down in the water. Daddy could not be angry with her since she was not swimming, could he? She looked back at the beach, but really could not see him. Maybe it was the effect of the drink, but in her mind, sitting and swimming were two different things. She worked her way back to the spot where the water was at her knees and sat down. She loved the feel of the waves splashing over her body. They were warm and relaxing. She closed her eyes and felt free. The water even got the back of her hair wet. Uh oh. Maybe she drank too fast, but she felt a bit dizzy. She got up slowly and walked back to the chairs across the hot sand. She quietly settled into her chair, hoping that Daddy did not hear her. No such luck. Daddy stirred and reached over for her. "Hi babygirl, how was your water?" "I um, just went in the water like you said," Julie replied innocently. "I asked how the water was, not what you did." Randy got up and straddled Julie's chair. "How come my girl's bikini top is wet?" Julie felt like a mouse cornered by a cat. She swallowed hard and avoided his eyes. She squirmed in her chair. "I slipped on a rock in the water, that's all Daddy." "Oh really? Did rocks magically grow overnight in the sand?" "No, Daddy." "Get up, we're leaving." So Julie gathered her things and stood up. Randy left a tip for Victor. The walk back was difficult. Julie tried to hold hands with her Daddy only to have him pull away and give her a stern look. The tropical breeze suddenly felt cool on her wet skin. Randy unlocked the door, and Julie walked in and set down her beach bag. Randy closed and locked the door. He took a hold of her hands and pulled her into the bedroom. He sat her down on the desk chair next to the bed, keeping her small hands enclosed in his large hands. "Daddy please!" There was only silence. "Daddy it's not fair! I really wanted to use a boogie board and go swimming." Julie whined. As soon as those words left her mouth, she was sorry she said them. "Julie, I will not talk to you when you act like this. Go face the wall." "But Daddy!" "Julie!" Randy drew out her name slowly. He quickly grabbed her around the waist and untied her bikini bottoms. Then Randy guided her to the bed and bent her over the edge. He took her arms and put them behind her back, and tied them together with her bikini bottoms. "Now, girl, do I have to tie your legs, or are you going to behave?" "Yes Daddy, I will behave." "You will be addressing me as Master or Sir until I say otherwise. You will also be addressed as girl." Randy started to deliver steady hand spanks to her wet, bare bottom. The smacks were swift and firm, with a bit more force than his warm up spankings. "Yes Master, I will behave." "Much better girl." As Randy questioned her, he kept up the same steady pace with the same amount of impact. He alternated his spanks between each cheek, and the pace was slow, but carried the same impact. "Now girl, what did I tell you before you went in the water?" Julie was squirming under his hand and didn't answer right away. A few harder strikes changed her mind. "Sir told me not to go swimming or go in past my waist." Randy went back to his steady spanking pace. "What did you do in the water girl?" "I sat down in the water to cool off Master." "And what rules did you break?" "I did not respect my Master." "What else?" "I could have been in danger Master." "Good." Randy paused. "Stand up, and go face the wall while I think of how to punish you. "Yes Sir." So Randy helped her off the bed. He put her facing the wall. He went to his phone and set his timer for 2 minutes. He was pissed off, and he paced for a bit, and pondered how to address his girl's misdeeds. What she did was severe, but he also wanted to make sure she knew she was being bratty by going against his word. Sadly, this meant addressing this now, and having the lesson remain with her. Early on, when they started as Daddy and babygirl, the rules and consequences were discussed. Randy shared his top five behaviors that he considered the worst. Lying was one of the worst things. Since Julie was a new submissive, Randy wanted to be very clear and consistent. So he made a list of possible punishments for different levels of behaviors. This helped them both to feel more secure, and provided consistency and flexibility. Punishments/consequences could then focus on correcting behaviors and enforcing a lesson. Randy really dreaded using physical punishment on his babygirl. When he did, it was after other punishments or consequences did not work. He found that using some of the same language helped his mindset. He was disappointed in Julie, and he didn't like that feeling. He watched the time tick down, and then the beep of his phone. "Girl, your master is disappointed in you." Randy said standing behind her. "Tell me why you are being punished?" "Not obeying my Master." "Correct, girl. Disobeying your Daddy." Randy felt less angry by saying the words that went along with punishment. "That is one rule. Continue girl." "Putting myself in danger Master." "Correct, girl. Do not put yourself in danger. That is two rules. What is next?" "I did not tell my Master the truth right away." "Correct, girl." Lying to your Daddy. That is three rules. Turn around. So, how many strikes is my girl going to get?" "Master will give me a minimum of 25 for each rule broken. " Julie's voice was just above a whisper. Her knees were shaky, and she was fighting back tears. "Correct, girl. What happens when more than one rule is broken?" Julie paused and looked down at the floor. For Julie, saying the ritual words was difficult, but she knew what to say. So her voice was shaky and just a small whisper. "Master has the right to double the number for each rule broken. Master can also add on any additional amount as he sees fit if he feels girl has not learned her lesson. Master can add on any additional consequences as he sees fit." "Correct girl. Turn around and kneel." Julie was very shaky and upset. She lost her privilege to be her Daddy's babygirl. To be treated like a slave as part of her punishment was anguish. "Your Master will offer you some choices in some parts of your punishment. You will not have choices in other parts. Are we clear?" "Yes Master, thank you master." "Girl broke three rules, and your Master is disappointed. Go face the wall again. Your Master needs more time to think." "Yes Master." Somehow, Julie found the strength to get up and face the wall. The worst part was waiting an unknown amount of time for her Masters decision, facing the wall and thinking about her actions. Randy set his phone for 5 minutes. He paced again. Three rules broken. He was really upset about the lying. Should he address each one separately? He was frustrated. If they were home, punishment would take a different course. What punishments would send the right message? What would carry the most impact on her behavior for the rest of their time? This was their first vacation. Was it because of being on vacation that brought out this bratty, overly independent side of his girl? He walked over and looked at his phone. One minute. He decided to do something with punishment he had never done before. The phone beeped. Randy took a breath. "Kneel" Julie turned around and carefully knelt. Her hands were still tied. "Girl, we are on vacation. The punishment for breaking three rules will require different punishments spread out over broken up over two or three days. Are we clear so far girl?" "Yes Master." "If there is further breaking of the same rules, punishment will be more severe. Here is what I have decided. You will get a minimum of 50 strikes, today. You will not shower with your Master today. There will be punishment after the shower as well. Then today's punishment will be over for today, and you may call me Daddy again. Do you understand girl?" "Yes Sir." "Stand up and face the wall again." Randy left and went into his suitcase. He took out the punishment belt from the bottom of the suitcase. Randy slowly walked back. He untied Julie's hands and led her to the bed. He moved pillows towards the center. "Get ready." Randy said. "Yes sir." As nervous as Julie was, she was also somewhat comforted by the ritual things they did during the few times she was physically punished. She laid face down over the pillows, which raised her ass up for punishment. Without any warning, the belt slapped down on her ass, stroke after stroke, with no break. Julie gasped, and was working hard to keep still, and not move away from the onslaught of pain to her bottom. The pain was surprisingly sharp. Then Randy stopped. "Girl, I gave you a chance to tell me the truth about your actions. Sitting down in the water and telling me the truth? That action would have earned you a hard hand spanking. The resulting punishment for lying is always going to be more severe than what you lied about. Get up on your knees and put your head down. You have at least 25 more to go for lying." Julie moved silently. She hated being in that position. It made her feel vulnerable and exposed. It was harder to stay still and take her punishment like a good girl. She also knew that small movements were ok, but any kicks or laying down be worse. So she tried to focus on her breathing. Randy took up the belt again. In this position he knew the strikes would feel more intense. He wanted to make very sure the impact of her disobedience would last. He decided to increase the force, but slow down the speed a bit. He began again, with 5 whooshes of the belt to each side of her buttocks. The next 10 strokes, he aimed for a very sensitive spot, her "sit spots." Julie was having a hard time being still. She was shifting around and started to kick. "Girl, you need to be still during the next few, and then you are done with this part. Remember, if you had told the truth to begin with, your punishment would be long over." Randy reminded her. "Yes sir" Julie replied. She could feel the unpleasant pain building, and it would be hard to keep from moving. She took a few deep breaths. The belt came down on Julie again, Randy followed the same pattern he did before, 5 on each cheek, then, 10 in her very sensitive sit spots. Julie was grasping the covers of the bed, and her head hung down. During her punishment, she was concentrating on her breathing. Finally, Randy pulled her off the bed. "This part of your punishment is over. You were a good girl." He saw her shaking, and her face was streaked with tears. He walked with her to the bathroom with his arm around her. Randy rummaged through Julie's bag to get her lotion. He gently put on a layer of lotion to her red bottom. He also took the clothespins out of his pocket. "Girl, the next part of your punishment is for your disobedience of your Sir. I have decided to use a new punishment, given the unusual circumstances of being on vacation." Randy stated, in a calm manner. "You will kneel in a submissive manner and wear the clothespins on your nipples while I shower. If you take them off or move out of your position, the amount of time with clothespins will increase. Am I clear?" "Yes Sir." Julie whispered. "Get ready" With that Julie knelt down on the small bathroom rug, her legs spread and clasped her hands behind her head. Randy then put on the clothespins on her nipples, so that they were straight on. Her damp bikini top was still on. Randy undressed and stepped into the shower. Just like the belt, Julie liked nipple play. Except this was punishment. As soon as the clothespins were on, the stingy feeling started in her nipples. It was unpleasant, and very different than play. As she knelt on the floor and heard the water running, the intense feeling of pinchy pain was worse now. It felt like her nipples were on fire. She hung her head down and clasped her hands tighter, and tried to focus on the sound of the water. She was so upset that she wasn't even allowed to shower with her Daddy. Finally, the water was turned off. Randy grabbed a towel, and looked down at his devoted babygirl. He reached over and took off her clothespins, while instructing her not to move while he dried off. He wrapped the towel around his waist. "Stand up girl, and take off your bikini top, then put your hands behind your back, and spread your legs." So Julie got up, and readjusted her position. As soon as she was in position, Randy told her "Do not move out of position. This is still for your disobedience, and then two out of the three punishments are out of the way. I am going to spank your breast 10 times each. If you move or try and stop me, I will double the amount. Am I clear?" "Yes Sir." "Get ready" Randy flattened his palm a bit and struck the tops of her breasts, one at a top. He then stuck directly on her nipple, making her gasp. He then came at her breasts from the bottom, and then the side. Then he started over again. The sounds of the slaps to her breasts echoed against the bathroom tiles. During the second time around, Randy was paying very close attention to his girl's reactions. He could see her internal struggle to keep her position and submit to his punishment. She had her head down and was bitting her lip. Again, he wanted to make sure he gave the right amount of punishment to make the lesson stay with her. He decided to have one more round, just slightly harder. So the slaps were a bit harder for the last round. He took a hold of his babygirl's hands and wrapped her arms around him. "You were a very good girl. Punishment is all over babygirl. Let your Daddy take care of you now."