Page 23 of Daddy's Little Camping Trip
Gilbraith
One year later…at a very exclusive resort
Pink-sand beaches could not be oversold. Neither could the lapping waves of the ocean, the clear blue lagoon across the isthmus, the amazing food prepared by the resort chef, the double hammock strung up in front of the hut, or any of the other amenities provided by the management. Two years since my last visit, I was finally back in my happy place. Well, one of them.
Currently, I waited outside the hut—a very rustic name for a quite elegant tiny house with a view of the foaming Atlantic Ocean from the bedroom window. Fifty-one weeks a year, this place played host to random guests with nothing in common except maybe a love for the Bahamas. But this one week, daddies and littles from countries scattered across the globe converged on the island and created an entirely different culture all their own. All our own. Some were couples/pairs and others singles hoping to find someone to spend their playtime with, and I’d looked forward this time every year, nearly crushed when I had been forced to cancel the previous one.
I hadn’t lost any of the money I put down, much to my boss’s delight after his offer to make it up if I did. And upgrading to double occupancy had been less than I’d anticipated. Yes, this was one of my happy places, but anywhere I went with my partner was my happy place.
Since last summer’s camping weekend, we had been as inseparable as two people with busy jobs could be, and three months later, right before Thanksgiving, Quill packed up his belongings and we carried them over to my house. Our home.
A soft breeze ruffled the palm fronds above my head, providing a cooling element to the warm afternoon. Some people loved the islands in the winter, but even with the threat of hurricanes or tropical storms, this was my favorite season here. Having the daddy/little week only added to the appeal.
“I’m ready!” Quill emerged from the hut wearing only his swim trunks and flopped onto the hammock next to me, setting it to rocking. “Isn’t this heaven? Maybe we should just stay here and get into mischief.”
“You don’t want to go to the beach party? I thought you had been looking forward to it all week.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” His sigh seemed to come from his toes. “But I have a sexy daddy here next to me, and you’re too tempting.”
“You’re the tempting one.” I reached for him and pulled him to lie half on top of me. “And there’s nothing I’d rather do than take those shorts off you, give you a little warm-up spanking, and then fill that naughty hole with my hard cock.”
“Why don’t you, then?” he asked, breathlessly, reaching out to lay his palm on the front of my trunks. “I’ve been so naughty.”
“Have you?” I rolled to the side, taking him with me so I landed on my feet next to the hammock, my little in my arms. “Tell Daddy what kind of mischief you’ve been getting into.”
“So much.” His eyes wide, he sucked on his lower lip. “I’m gonna need a lot of spanking.”
“So much we need to be late for the beach party?”
“I might even have to miss it.”
I had never skipped this event, and it wasn’t for about an hour, but the way my little was making me feel, he might be right. “Then, let’s go inside where we have some privacy and we can make everything right again.”
My little was not a brat, when he was little. But sometimes when he was big, he enjoyed a spanking before lovemaking, andI was more than glad to accommodate his desires. In our hut, I pulled off my shorts and sat on the end of the bed. “You know what to do, Quill.”
“Yes, sir.” He let his shorts fall to the floor and laid over my lap. “I shouldn’t have made you wait so long.”
Considering we did have time and I’d just thought we might take a stroll and maybe get a snow cone along the way, there was no naughty in that. He’d been napping, and I had not wakened him.
“And I didn’t drink much water yesterday, mostly just soda.” The litany of non-sins went on as I palmed his rounded ass cheeks and rubbed them, waking up the skin for what would come next. It would not be a serious spanking, just the warm-up I’d promised, but as it had every time we’d done this, watching Quill’s perfect bottom redden was a huge turn-on for me, as the open-handed swats were for him. His breathing quickened, limbs trembled, and he rubbed his groin into my lap. I used my free hand to squeeze a dollop of lube from the nightstand between his cheeks and into his hole, getting him ready for me. It was a little tricky to do simultaneously, but the one time I hadn’t, we’d nearly forgotten the lube and had ended up breaking the mood.
Finally, he said, “I promise to be very good,” my cue to stand, lay him on the bed with his ass on the edge of the mattress, and plunge inside him. He fisted his cock, stroking, his head tipped back and eyes tight closed.
It never went as long as I’d like after a spanking. He was just too hot and could tear through my self-control with a twitch of his hips. I came right after he did, bracing on my forearms and telling him I loved him.
An hour later, as we headed down the path to the beach party at the lagoon, I could hear the laughter and splashing. Quill had decided to wear his “little” trunks and swimmingdiaper instead of the ones he had on earlier. Many of the others would as well, and there would be fun and games and lots of snacks and floaties. So many cute floaties.
The event I’d missed last year was a hundred times better with Quill at my side. If I hadn’t been stuck in town for work and only had the weekend available, would we be here now? Maybe. We did meet at Chained to start with. But I very much liked our “first weekend together” story, and my willingness to go the extra mile had earned me a very nice bonus.
“It’s a shame we had to pass on the Chained camping trip this year,” I said, coating Quill’s belly with bug-repellant sunscreen. “It was fun last time.”
“Ummm,” he replied, turning so I could do his back.
“Ummm?” Suddenly I was a little suspicious. “Care to tell me more?”
“They moved it to Labor Day weekend, and I might have signed us up.” Peering over his shoulder at me, he asked, “Do I need another spanking?”
“Same place?”
