“Hide and seek, or run away from, let me guess, a deserved spanking?” Logan almost choked when his words had both Littles looking at each other, mouths dropping open. “Ah, I see,” he continued. “I’m guessing that some Little girls have been even naughtier than I’d thought. You two stay right here.”
Watching him walk toward the trees, Elizabeth could sense the indecision of her friends. “I don’t suggest you run. Trust me,it will only be much worse when he catches you.” She patted the table with her hand and the two climbed up to sit beside her.
“Where do you think he’s going?” Angel asked, her eyes still on Logan.
“Shoot. I think the more important question is what he’s doing,” Barbara said, pointing toward where Logan had stopped, his knife in his hand as he began to saw through a thin branch.
Elizabeth heard them both moan and smiled as they reached for each other’s hand. It was the first time she’d truly seen them interact as Littles with anyone other than their Bigs. It was amazing to watch Logan, and she was so proud of him for letting his sister know of his true support of her chosen lifestyle. Both women were dressed in almost identical outfits of fleece pants and jackets and sneakers that lit up with every step. Pigtails complete with ribbons on the end bobbed with every twist and turn of their heads. She had a moment of sorrow thinking that Ariel was missing this, and then giggled knowing Ariel would be much more concerned about missing the opportunity to see panties being lowered.
Logan had just finished cutting a second switch when Craig’s voice called out for Bunny. She jumped off the table, dragging Angel with her, and had made it almost to the tree line when Logan’s voice cut them off. “Stop!”
It was comical to see the two come to a stumbling stop, their heads turning to see how close he was, and then to see how close Craig was as he stepped out of the trees on the other side. With the lake in front of them and the concrete table behind, they finally decided that their chance of escape was not looking good. That thought was further reinforced when Betty and John stepped up to stand at the table where Elizabeth still sat, her gaze darting around to make sure she missed nothing.
“Get back to where I told you to stay,” Logan said, his knife busy as he stripped leaves and twigs off the slender branches.
Heavy sighs of defeat were heard as the two miscreants, hands clasped together walked back to the table. “Bunny Dietrich, what did I tell you?” Craig demanded, walking to the table.
“Um, to stay in your sight,” Bunny mumbled, her head bent, her toes again scuffing through the leaves.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Craig said, and when her head lifted, her cheeks bright with color, he continued. “And, young lady, did you stay where we could see you?”
“No…”
“Excuse me?” Craig said, impressing Elizabeth with the stern, parental tone he used as she watched a dynamic she had known existed but had rarely ever witnessed firsthand play out before her.
“No, Daddy,” Barbara said slowly, but then rushed to add her explanation. “But, we saw a squirrel and it was running and we just followed it. Then he disappeared and I wanted to show Angel the lake. We didn’t mean to spy on Logan and Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth lost her battle, again burying her face in her knees as her giggles overwhelmed her. It was just too cute.
“Yes, Uncle Craig, I mean we didn’t know that they would be smooching and?—”
“Angelica Dennison,” John said, his tone matching Craig’s. “You would not have been caught spying on a private moment if you hadn’t run off. And, having to hear Logan order you back to where he obviously had told you to stay, is not a good thing, young lady.”
Elizabeth chanced lifting her eyes and found Logan grinning at her, causing her to shake her head and giggle again.
“It’s very nice of your brother to prepare a switch,” Craig said, causing the Littles to turn their heads to see that the implements were indeed ready to light into their backsides. “Iwant you both to thank him and then go put your hands on the bench.”
A softly spoken, “Thank you, Logan,” was given in unison and the Bigs watched as the Littles shuffled to the table. Elizabeth scooted back, climbing off the opposite side and moving to stand beside Betty. The woman gave her a smile that had Elizabeth’s lips twitching again. Logan informed the girls that they were very welcome, and then calmly handed a switch to each of their Daddies. He moved to stand behind Elizabeth, taking her into his arms and pulling her against him. From his stance, she knew he had no plans on going anywhere until this scene had been played out.
Betty moved to the girls, calmly scolding them for their naughtiness as she pulled down their fleece pants, displaying backsides that would have had Ariel drooling. Elizabeth had to turn and press her mouth against Logan’s arm, easily visualizing Ariel asking that they wait just a moment so she could truly examine the cute designs of their exposed underwear. As it was, Liz barely had time to register that Bunny had on a pair that was covered in frolicking Christmas gnomes, while Angel’s had what appeared to be elves sporting halos scattered across her rump before Betty stepped away and the Daddies stepped into place.
Craig and John put one hand on the small of their Little’s back and began applying the switch to their upturned bottoms. The glade filled with gasps and then cries as the switches kept descending, little backsides churning and wagging up and down.
Elizabeth stood entranced—she had seen dozens of punishment scenes at Tastsinn, had, in fact, had her own witnessed—but never had she seen a scene that totally captivated her. Cries of “oh, Daddy,” “owie,” and promises of perfect behavior were ignored, even though the switches stopped descending long enough for Betty to step forward again to rake the thin barrier of their cute undies down to bare theirbottoms, despite squeals of protests from the two adult Littles. Feet danced and kicked up, heads shook and cries continued, but Elizabeth noted that not once had the girls’ hands come unclasped. When the final stroke was given and the switches tossed to the ground, she watched as faces lifted, cheeks red and tear-streaked, and yet the look in Angel’s and Barbara’s eyes conveyed their happiness. Elizabeth met Barbara’s gaze, returning her beautiful smile and nodding before she and Logan slipped back into the woods, leaving the two families to complete their scene.
They walked back to the path that would lead to the cabins before they spoke. “She really is happy,” Logan said, his own chuckles showing how pleased he was to witness his sister’s complete transformation.
“She is, and Logan, that was absolutely what I needed. I can’t stop smiling and realize that the promise will never die as long as love exists in this world.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Dinner was a magical affair. The women, dressed in evening wear—some gowns brushing the floor, others shorter but still elegant—were seated by their partners. The men looked stunning in tuxedos, their relaxed postures, as they pulled out chairs for their partners, telling of hours spent in very pleasant activities.
Craig and Barbara, evidently none the worse from her switching, had spent the day preparing two dozen individual ducks. Platters for each couple contained a perfectly prepared meal of Duck á l’Orange, the skin crisp, the aroma of Grand Marnier used in the sauce making mouths water. Bowls of roasted root vegetables, drizzled with the same sauce, and creamy risotto made with the broth from the cooked duck and spiced with blood oranges, completed the meal. Just as they’d expected, not a single order for the lighter choice of roasted turkey with baked sweet potatoes was made. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate spiked with brandy along with a plate of lightly flavored almond shortbread was served as dessert.
Before dinner guests began to return to their rooms to prepare for the ceremony; Ariel, Helen and Barbara were quietlybeing helped by their men to prepare the special tableau that would greet each room’s occupants.
Cooled bottles of Moët champagne stood beside a pair of delicate crystal tulip flutes waiting to be lifted in salute. Luscious strawberries, some dipped in both dark and white chocolate, surrounded the individual cheesecakes to be enjoyed in celebration of the wedding they would witness. Slender bud vases all held a duo of roses, one red, one white, to represent the beauty of sharing love with their chosen mates. The soft white duvets and top sheet of each bed had been turned back. Ariel fluffed the last of the pillows and then smiled as she felt Garrett’s hand slide across her ass.
