Jack and Meggie: The Cruise
by Jennie May
© Jennie May and ABCD Webmasters, 2009
Chapter One
Meggie jumped up and down, squealing with excitement. “Really? Are we really?”
Jack had to laugh. His tiny wife looked like a 10 year old on Christmas morning. Her smile was huge, and her eyes were bright. She stood, one hand on the railing of the stairs and the other flying in the air. She was dressed in one of her little girl outfits, a white denim skirt and a pink top with ruffles at the neckline. Her long hair was pulled into bouncy pigtails, hanging on either side of her face.
“Yes really,” Jack said. “We’ll head for Florida next week, and we’ll be on our way to the Caribbean in no time. It’s only for a few days, but it’s going to be wonderful.”
Meggie couldn’t contain her joy. “I’ve never been on a cruise,” she said. “Does the ship really have a pool?”
“Two,” said Jack. “It has a theatre, too, where we can see shows.”
Meggie nearly swooned. Jack thought she might faint, and he got himself ready to catch her.
Her eyes gleamed. “There’s a casino, too, right?”
Jack smiled and shook his head. “Not for you. You, my love, are only fourteen years old.”
Meggie frowned. She knew very well that she was nearly thirty, but she could pass for a young teenager or even a pre-teen in the right outfit. They often pretended that she was Jack’s daughter, even in public. She didn’t see how they could pull that off on a cruise ship. “Don’t they need ID and stuff?” she asked. “I don’t think that would work.”
Jack grinned at her. “Silly girl. Just let me handle it. I have connections.”
Meggie cocked her head. “Isn’t that just a little bit illegal?”
“Just a little bit,” Jack conceded. “Don’t worry about it.”
Meggie smiled knowingly. Sometimes it seemed like Jack knew everyone. She wondered if this connection was one of the many friends Jack had made who was in an ageplay relationship. Couples like Jack and Meggie were everywhere, Meggie knew. It was almost mind-boggling.
She twirled a pigtail in her fingers. “But what if I want to go to the casino? What if I want to drink?”
Jack leaned over to kiss her nose. “You won’t be doing those things. You are just a child. However, I understand that there is a club for teenagers if you’re looking to socialize.”
Meggie frowned. On one hand, she loved the idea of sailing as Jack’s little girl. On the other hand, she didn’t want to miss the adult fun either. She crinkled her nose.
Jack smiled. “You’ll have a great time as Little Meggie. I promise.”
“Don’t they have dress-up nights?” asked Meggie. She leaned against the stair railing. “I’ll need something to wear.”
Jack’s eyes sparkled. “You’ll need several things. We’re going shopping!”
“Maybe a black dress with sequins…” Meggie said thoughtfully.
“Maybe not,” Jack told her. “We’ll be looking for something age appropriate.”
“Nothing frilly,” Meggie said. “I’m not four.”
Jack nodded. “I know. No frills in public. We’ll dress you as a fourteen-year-old.”
Meggie nodded. Sometimes she loved her frills, but she liked the independence of being a teenager too.
“A fourteen-year-old with a very strict father,” Jack reminded her.
She sighed happily. That was exactly what she wanted. She went upstairs to change into a top and leggings for a trip to the mall.
At the mall, Meggie held Jack’s hand. She loved the fresh smell of the clean floors and the parade of stores that all seemed to wait for her.
She pointed at a trendy upscale pre-teen and teen store. Music blared from inside, and the hottest clothes lined the front windows. “Let’s go in there.”
Jack shook his head. “The skirts are too short, and the t-shirts all have rebellious messages.”
Meggie sighed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Come on,” Jack pulled her in the other direction. “We’ll start in the junior section of the department store.”
Meggie skipped along beside Jack until she saw the department store’s display of prom dresses for juniors.
“These are pretty!” Meggie exclaimed. She lovingly stroked a blue, satin dress. “Can I have one of these?”
Jack nodded. “We’ll get you an appropriate dress for formal evenings.”
“I like this one!” she said, pointing to a red dress with a large bow. “And this one!”
“Slow down,” Jack said, laughing. “We’ll look around and find a few for you to try on.”
As they perused the dresses, a saleswoman approached them. She was dressed smartly in slim, black pants and a tailored white shirt. “How can I help you?” she asked.
Jack turned to her with a smile. “My daughter and I are taking a cruise. We need something appropriate for her to wear to formal evenings.”
The saleswoman looked at Meggie and smiled. “How old are you, dear?”
“Fourteen,” Meggie answered without missing a beat. She blew a bubble with her gum.
The woman nodded. “I’m sure we can find something perfect.” She turned to Jack. “Your daughter is very small. Anything you buy will most likely need alterations.”
Jack knew that was true. After all, Meggie was barely five feet tall.
“Maybe I could wear high heels!” Meggie chimed in.
“Low heels,” Jack corrected. “Maybe.”
Meggie made a face, and the saleswoman smiled. “Dads are like that,” she told Meggie. “Now what do you have in mind?”
Meggie took a breath to answer, but Jack cut her off. “Nothing sleeveless, backless or anything-less. I want her in a dress with all its parts.”
Meggie and the saleswoman exchanged a look.
“No mini-skirts,” Jack went on. “Just above the knees is plenty short. And no low necklines.”
“What’s popular with nuns?” Meggie asked the saleswoman sarcastically. The woman laughed.
Jack gave Meggie a firm look. “Watch it, young lady.”
“Let me show you something over here,” the saleswoman said. She led them to the back of the store and took a dress from the wall.
Meggie sucked in air. It was beautiful. It was dark brown with baby blue details. It was slightly fitted on top and then fell into an A-line skirt. It didn’t have sleeves but spaghetti straps.
Jack touched his shoulder. “I’m not sure about this part.”
“We can order this with wide straps if you want,” the woman responded.
Meggie shook her head. “It wouldn’t look nearly as nice.”
“I think wide straps is a better choice,” Jack said.
“You said I couldn’t have sleeveless!” Meggie whined. “Spaghetti straps are not sleeveless!”
Jack’s look made her shiver. “You can wear spaghetti straps in a couple of years. For now, I think wide straps are a good compromise. I could make you go with sleeves, you know.”
Meggie frowned. “Nothing in this store has sleeves because this is not the Dark Ages!”
“You’ll change your tone right now,” Jack warned.
Meggie narrowed her eyes. “I want spaghetti straps.”
The saleswoman began to look uncomfortable. “Why don’t I leave the two of you to discuss this? My name is Lydia. Please ask for me if you decide to order the dress.”
Jack took the woman’s card and thanked her. Then he marched Meggie out of the store, out of the mall and to the parking lot.
“What?” Meggie demanded, as Jack pulled her along by the hand. “Can’t we discuss this?”
“We could have discussed this,” Jack told her calmly. “But you decided to get fresh.”
“Fresh?” Meggie sighed.
Jack put Meggie firmly in the backseat of the SUV and then climbed in himself.
Meggie backed up along the seat. “What? No…”
Jack grabbed his tiny wife by the arm and pulled her across his lap. She struggled to get up, but Jack held her in place.
He pulled down her leggings and her panties in one motion. Meggie gasped. When he started like this, she knew it was going to be bad.
“Daddy, please. I’m sorry I talked to you like that. Please stop.” Meggie pleaded, her bare bottom feeling exposed in the vehicle’s stale air.
Jack put a hand on her squirming bottom. “Now that you are in a position to listen, we are going to have our discussion.”
Meggie put her head down. There was no use trying to get out of this.
“Now,” Jack continued. “If you want that dress, wider straps are your choice. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Meggie said quietly. His hand was pressing against her bottom.
“You can also choose another dress, as long as I approve,” Jack told her. He began to knead her naked bottom cheeks.
“Yes sir,” Meggie answered.
Jack’s voice got sterner. “Either way, you are never allowed to speak to me that way in public or in private. Are we clear?”
“Yes sir,” Meggie gulped.
“Good,” said Jack. “I think this lesson just needs to be driven home, then.”
Meggie squeezed her eyes shut and waited. The first smack rang out like a shot from a gun. She jumped from the force, and tears gathered in her eyes. He was not starting slowly.
Jack didn’t slow down, and he didn’t hold back as he spanked her bare bottom. She could feel the intense sting immediately, and it only grew as the spanking went on.
Tears began to flow down Meggie’s face before even a minute of the spanking. She cried hard into the soft seats of the car as Jack continued.
“I’m sorry!” she tried to speak through her tears. “I won’t do it again!”
Jack began to concentrate on her right cheek, and Meggie wailed. The pain was horrible when he stayed in one spot.
By the time he moved on to the left cheek, Meggie couldn’t speak. She just cried.
Jack ended her spanking with concentration to her sit spot. When he was finished, he picked her up and placed her on the seat beside him. Her panties and leggings were still around her knees.
“You ready to behave yourself?” he asked.
Meggie nodded, still crying.
“Do you want that dress?” he asked her.
She nodded again.
“Even with the straps?
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then we’ll go back inside and order it. I do expect you to apologize to the saleswoman for being so rude in her store.”
Meggie nodded. She had expected that.
Meggie pulled up her panties and leggings and then followed Jack back into the mall. He allowed her to go into the restroom to splash some water on her face before they went back to the department store.
Lydia, the saleswoman, was at the store’s desk when they approached. She smiled brightly at them. “Did you make a decision?”
Jack nodded. “We’ll order the brown dress with the straps, please.”
“Perfect,” said Lydia. She put some things away and then turned to them. “I’ll just get an order form, and we’ll take some measurements.”
“First my daughter has something to say to you,” Jack said cheerfully.
Meggie blushed. “I… I’m sorry for being rude in your store,” she spat out quickly. Then she looked at the ground.
“It’s okay, honey,” Lydia told her. “We girls know that it’s easy to get passionate about our wardrobes.”
Meggie looked up and grinned at her and then smiled at Jack. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
Lydia held a clipboard. “Come on, sugar. We’ll go into the dressing room. Daddy can wait outside.”
She put a hand on Meggie’s shoulder, and they went into the large fitting room area.
Lydia helped Meggie stand on the platform in front of the large mirror. “Now we’ll just take some measurements so we make sure to order the right size. Then when it comes in, we’ll have to take some off the bottom I’m sure.Go ahead and take off your shirt and pants. Then we’ll get a measurement.”
Meggie slipped her shirt off over her head. She wore a white undershirt. “I don’t really wear bras,” she said, embarrassed. Her breasts were very small.
Lydia smiled. “You’re lucky, then. Bras are pain. I know some grown women who don’t wear them if they can help it.”
Meggie felt herself relax. She liked this woman.
“You don’t have to wear anything at all under this dress, unless your daddy would prefer it,” said Lydia, taking a tape measure out of her pocket.
Meggie shrugged. “Who knows?”
“I have a strict Daddy, too,” Lydia confided.
Meggie pulled off her leggings. In the mirror she could see surprise on Lydia’s face. She realized that her bottom showed pink through her white panties.
“I got spanked,” she told Lydia carefully. She hoped the woman wasn’t one to call child protective services.
“Honey, I got spanked by my daddy until my wedding day,” said the woman. “I didn’t know there were daddies like that anymore.”
“Mine’s like that,” Meggie said. She pulled the leggings off her right foot.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it now,” said Lydia as she carefully wrapped the tape measure around Meggie’s hips. “But you’re lucky to have a daddy who loved you.”
“I know,” Meggie sighed.
She let Lydia finish with the measurements, and then she pulled her clothes back on. Lydia gave her a hug and took her back out into the store.
“It’ll be a few days,” Lydia told Jack. “Well call you when it’s in.”
Jack thanked her and took Meggie’s hand.
“That’s a wonderful little girl you have there,” said Lydia. She smiled at Meggie.
Meggie smiled back. Jack said, “She’s the best.”
Jack and Meggie left the store together, and Meggie spent the ride home dreaming about her beautiful dress.