Teach Me Daddy

“I’ll be just across the hall,” he said as his hand rubbed my back. “Now, why don’t you get changed into your bathing suit? I’m going to take Ana to do the same.”

“I don’t own a bathing suit,” I said.

“Why don’t you open the closet door?” he asked.

I furrowed my brow as he walked out of the room, Ana’s hands playing with his nose as he walked her down the hallway. I watched him open the door at the far end of the hallway, noticing how he placed Ana out of reach from anyone who might come running up the stairs.

That stark reality pricked the smallest of holes in the pleasure bubble I’d allowed myself to dwell in.

I walked over to the closet and threw it open. My eyes scanned the closet full of clothes, all of them in my size. I rifled through the beautiful fabrics and colors hanging off the hangers, my hands trembling as tears rose to my eyes.

It was an entire wardrobe fit specifically to my body. My chest swelled with gratitude. My eyes fell to the bathing suit Camillo was talking about.

It was a bikini. A string bikini, to be exact. My eyes widened as I picked up the green and yellow fabric, my eyes scanning it as I held it up to my body. I couldn’t wear something like this. Not in front of the kids. The top didn’t even have underwire in it. My breasts would sag all the way to my knees!

But I still put it on and I was amazed at how wonderful it looked on me.

There were still the faintest of stretch marks around my belly button, finally fading after the past two years. My thighs were a bit looser and there were feather-like stretch marks on the sides of my breasts, but the bathing suit still accentuated my curves in a way I hadn’t allowed them to be for years. I twirled around in the full-length mirror, studying the way my ass looked as a smile crawled across my face.

I noticed Camillo in the mirror, watching me from the doorway. When my eyes met his, I felt my entire body blush with embarrassment.

“It looks just like I thought it would,” he said. “You ready?”

Ana was dressed in the cutest little bathing suit, a matching one piece with the same green and yellow swirled around on the fabric.

“Is there something I could cover up with?” I asked.

“Why would you want to cover yourself up?”

“Because there are two boys down on the beach,” I said.

“One of them’s your brother,” he said.

“And the other isn’t.”

“Fair point,” he said. “Look in the first dresser drawer right in front of you.”

I pulled it open and gasped when I saw the white lacy overlay. I slowly panned my gaze over to Camillo, his smirk gliding across his cheeks. I giggled breathlessly. He knew exactly what he was doing and I loved every second of it. I draped the white lacy fabric over my body and I could feel him devouring my presence.

“Seems familiar,” he said.

“Oh, shut up.”

“A good girl never speaks to her master that way.”

The way his voice darkened caused me to whip my gaze over to him. His intense gaze had settled onto me and I suddenly felt on display. My ass cheeks already warmed at the idea of a punishment coming and I started wondering if it really was punishment at all. I swallowed thickly before I stepped into a pair of flip flops I’d found and when I was ready to go, Camillo held out his hand for mine.

We all played on the beach until the sun went down. The boys played Marco Polo in the water, while Ana sat in my lap. Then, Camillo came and took her into the ocean while Cassie and I lay out in the sun. For a while, I allowed myself to forget why we were on that island in the first place and I just soaked up the beautiful sounds of the boys laughing, while my pale skin deepened with the slightest tan.

Before we knew it, it was time for dinner and the chef had prepared a mouth-watering spread.

There was grilled chicken caprese for the kids and filet mignons for the adults. There were spiced mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables. There was a bright and decadent fruit salad, along with more wine than I could ever imagine. There were fresh breads and cheeses and jams to slather onto the slices of fluffy paradise and the boys stuffed themselves so full, they were practically falling asleep in their chairs.

Cassie quickly got up and put them to bed before she went to go pluck Ana from her chair.

“I’ve got her,” Camillo said. “You go get some rest.”

“All right,” Cassie said. “I’ll see you two in the morning.”