They named her Ocean. It’s the Greek word for ‘sea’, but it means ‘sea’ in other languages too. By accident it was also a combination of her parents’ names. Olivia and Sean. Ocean.

They lived on a small island near a large Atoll in the Polynesian area. Living in huts, guests of villagers who bore with the advanced machinery they used to study the coral rifts for the Cambridge University. Few scholars had ever been tolerated, much less welcomed, among the tribes. But Olivia and Sean were easygoing people, and despite the use of laptop computers, laser tools, and portable satellite dishes for Internet connection, they’d embraced the life of the tribe in all of its traditions.

When Olivia was pregnant, she gave birth in the sea. The water was so crystal clear that her blood and the placenta coloured it frightfully. But the baby was fine.

The baby swam. Her first minute in this world, she swam, even before the first breath. She waved her tiny spider-like arms and legs frantically and seemed to be wanting to head for the open sea. Even the villagers were surprised. When she was lifted out of the water, she didn’t want to breathe, as though she considered air evil. One mild spank and she was yelling like an eagle.

So they named her Ocean.

~*~

But sometimes even the best stories have a bitter ending. Things between Sean and Olivia didn’t quite worked out. She wanted to drop the wildlife style and go back to England. As beautiful as it was, the Atoll was not the place to raise a child. Sean thought otherwise.

After a one-year long struggle they split consensually. Olivia had to admit little Ocean was faring so well in such a primitive environment. The problem was with herself: she couldn’t bear to live that life any longer, and so she left, leaving her daughter in her father’s loving care.

Olivia and Sean remained fairly close, and Ocean often got to see and speak to her mother via the computer. She missed her though. But she too had other priorities. When asked how she would like to leave the Atoll to go back to mainland, she answered: “This is my home. I want my home.”

And it was. Ocean practically lived in the sea. When she wasn’t home-schooled by Sean, she swam. She played with fish, chased the baby sharks with all the other kids, learned to tell which from which and know the underwater world like the back of her hand. By age eight she probably knew more about the Pacific life than a marine biologist will ever learn in their life.

Useless to say, she was the apple of her father’s eye.

~*~

But yet again, sometimes even the best stories have a bitter ending. Only that this ending is not bitter, but rather... bittersweet.

Sean had remained the main on-field researcher for the Cambridge University even after his wife’s departure. The two actually still cooperated, one from her office, the other from the Atoll. But now the University was embarking on a much bolder endeavour.

A spanking-new group, the Byron Marine Biolabs, was born in Santa Monica, California, and was launching an amazing project for the study of sharks. The mention alone of the United States had always made Sean twitch his nose, but he had to admit this one venture was interesting.

Plus, Olivia subscribed as a senior consultant. And Dr. Kate Byron, possibly the most eminent personality in marine biology on the West coast, was the main sponsor. Sean was highly requested: before they could find another, equally highly requested replacement he just had to be a part of this.

Even if it meant leaving the Atoll.

~*~

Ocean Rona Grant sulked in the car seat and pouted heavily.

She clicked off the CD player and threw it in the back of the car. This modern rap music was stupid anyway. She couldn’t understand half the words.

The twelve-year-old, deeply tanned girl looked out the rain-streaked window pane and sighed. No sign of her father. He’d disappeared inside this big building called Hy-Vee almost... well, just five minutes, but it seemed ages. Oh he’d offered her to go, but she would hear none of that. Ocean didn’t like Americans, not because they were Americans, but because they were not Polynesians. She would have disliked Italians or British or Australians alike. They were all just smelly, they dressed ugly and talked funny. Weird land people.

The following morning she’d have to start school with lots of other kids her age, and then go visit his father at his new workplace and meet her mom for the first time in so many years. Ocean wasn’t sure which of the two things frightened her the most.

At last Sean came out and walked back to the car under the splashing rain. He flashed his daughter with a smile as he rode the car, but she didn’t return it... until he gave her a beautiful, large, firm, and bright yellow banana.

“See? They have these here too.”

She looked at his other hand and saw he had a bag full of them. She did smile a little, and hungrily wolfed down the fruit that had been her favourite snack for twelve years. It wasn’t quite like walking in the rainforest and pick it fresh from the cask, but it would do.

“Thanks, Dad...” she whispered.

She spoke a British English tainted with an unrecognisable accent. She knew the tribe’s language flawlessly, but she’d have to forget about that now. Just another thing to sadden her.

“Eager to see your house?” Sean tried to cheer her up as he drove down the large coast road. He was having to reacquaint himself with cars after almost two decades.

“Not really.” Ocean glanced out of the window, her large black eyes scanning the sea. “All houses are... um... thick?”

Sean cocked an eyebrow. “Thick?”

Ocean kicked the seat with her heels in frustration. She hated not to be able to find the right word. Getting down from the plane she’d called the Los Angeles airport a ‘nest’ because that’s where the bird-like planes were. She knew what an airport was!... she just couldn’t find the word.

“Bloody hell... thick, I mean...”

“Hey, no cussing,” Sean reprimanded her.

“... shit, I...”

“Ocean! Watch it.”

The little girl’s hand instinctively went to her bottom at that. Her father’s tone was unmistakeable sometimes.

“Sorry... I just... I just mean that no light shines through the walls.”

It took Sean a few more minutes to understand, then he realised. “Oh I see. The walls are made of thicker wood, or cement. Not the log huts that we had.”

She nodded. “See, you know all the answers. It so pisses m...”

“Finish that sentence, and you’ll eat your dinner standing up.” He said gently, but firmly.

Ocean sighed, kicking herself. “Yes, sir. Sorry Dad. I’m really just nervous.”

“I know baby. I’m not angry, okay?” He smiled as if to prove that really he wasn’t, but Ocean knew already. She smiled back feebly and looked at her hands folded in her lap.

Ever since she could remember, Sean had spanked her. And since she had a faultless memory Ocean remembered all thirteen instances in the last six years she’d gone over her father’s lap. To hear that some kids got it way more often was surprising, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t out to break any records, she just wished that the Sun would be the only one to tan her little bottom!

That said, she’d deserved each and every one of those spankings. Small lessons were learnt everyday on the Atoll, talking, watching the others, playing. In general, listening, and Ocean was a very good listener. But even she, like it happens with all kids, sometimes just had to test the boundaries, and Sean reacted to those tests as an attentive parent: very permissive at times, very firm at others.

Ocean learned soon in life that being back home one hour after dusk got her a scolding (unless she was with another adult villager, in which case, not even that). Sean knew she was well aware of the island life and let her quite free to roam as much as the other kids did.

But failure to study, or openly disobeying her father, resulted in a trip over his lap. She conformed to the local habits and almost always walked around in the nude, so all Sean had to do was yank her across his lap and ‘teach her’ the rule to be learnt. Somehow she never failed to grasp it!

~*~

Their house in Santa Monica was small, but had a beautiful view. To make things a little easier on his daughter, Sean had made sure to choose a home on the seaside. The University would pay for housing anyway. He had been lucky to find a small apartment not thirty feet from the beach, just perfect for them.

He parked the car and in they went. Ocean immediately slipped all of her clothes off and she spent a few minutes surveying the house, then slumped down on the floor and turned on the TV. They had had a satellite in Polynesia and she knew some stuff about television and the world connected with it, but had never actually watched it.

She flicked through the channels with slight interest. Too noisy, too colourful. Just boring. Then she found the National Geographic Channel and she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

That evening it was hard for Sean to tear her away from the images of wildlife rolling on the screen. At last she groaned and turned it off, though not before his hand had landed on her slightly plump bottom cheeks a few times in warning. Rubbing her bottom and sighing dreamily thinking of Polynesia, Ocean kissed her Dad goodnight and nestled in her new bed.

~*~

The following morning Sean was awakened by the sound of seagulls. He smiled as he sat up into bed: the more things change, the more they stay the same. He stood and walked to the window, stretching all the way there, running one hand through his short, untidy, curly brown hair.

The place wasn’t too bad. Rather pretty. Nothing quite like the Atoll of course, but still, not despicable. He knew he’d get used to it soon. Now, as for Ocean... that was a problem. But he knew she was a responsible young girl. She wouldn’t do anything stupid to get herself in trouble.

The moment he’d finished thinking that, he saw her from the window. She was coming out of the water and was as naked as could be. Other people, men, women, kids, were casting her weird looks. Some were even pointing. Again Sean ran fingers through his head, but in frustration.

“I’ll be darned...” he whispered to himself. Then he took a deep breath and yelled: “OCEAN!”

Many people turned, including her. She smiled and waved, happily, carelessly, as if all that was normal. And it was, to her.

“OCEAN you come home RIGHT NOW!” he yelled again.

The frown on her face was visible even at a hundred feet. As was her cute, but perfectly natural gesture of bringing her hands to shield her backside.

Sean gave her a royal chew-out the moment she stepped back inside, hair dripping wet, feet dirty with sand. Ocean was taken aback, and mostly stood in the foyer without replying.

“Go get something on and join me in my study,” said Sean. “It’s the second door on the right.”

Again her hands kneaded her bare bottom. “B-but Dad, Iiii-I-I... I...”

“Now, Ocean Rona.”

She whispered a quick acknowledgement and walked away. Not five minutes later she was standing in front of him in the study, her bare toes kneading the carpet, her long fingers playing with the hem of the baggy T-shirt she’d thrown on along with some undies.

“I’m sorry...” she said. “I just wanted a swim. I hadn’t had a swim in... two days...”

He nodded, and in his heart, he really did feel for her.

“Ocean, we *have* already talked about this, though. There are different rules here.”

She gave an exasperated sigh and nodded her head. “I know we have, Dad, I remember. Just... it just seems so unfair.”

Sean sat on his armless chair, and that alone made his daughter gulp and look at her feet. She knew well what that usually meant, from lifelong experience.

“How is that unfair?” he asked.

Ocean shrugged her shoulders. “I... take this, for example. I’m not doing anything wrong and yet I’m here with you and...” she shuddered, “... and I’m in trouble. But I don’t see why!”

Sean sighed. He motioned for her to come to him and she hesitated, shaking her head back and forth. Only at his reassurance that she would be sitting on his lap did she give in, and went.

“Honey, I am going to repeat this again so please do try and listen.” His hand stroke her long auburn hair as he spoke. “You cannot swim in the nude for a multitude of reasons, the most important of which is decency.”

“But how is my body indecent??” she asked, hurt. “That’s not what you’ve taught me!”

“Shh. Quiet. I know, and agree. But will you go to school naked, tomorrow?”

Ocean shook her head no sadly, figuring where this was going.

“You don’t want everyone to see you, I know that. And I know that in the water it’s different, but to other people, it isn’t.” Sean kissed her forehead and she snuggled in imperceptibly. “They don’t understand that Ocean and the ocean need to be together. And... some people are dangerous.”

The girl gave an annoyed grunt. “If you dress provocatively people are going to think you want sex and they’ll take sex from you even if you don’t want it,” she dully quoted. “Dad c’mon, I’ve read on the Internet about this Sex-Ed shit...” Sean smacked the front of her thigh. “... ow! Crap, crap... I do know... It’s just that... I don’t feel I should be feeling guilty for swimming naked, that’s all.”

Sean realised this wasn’t getting anywhere. He wasn’t concerned with the thing itself, far from it, and even decency issues didn’t matter much to him; she was a little girl in his eyes, there was little or no modesty to be had; but he was no fool and knew that certain things, things like these, were where most of the difference between California and Polynesia was.

“Ocean, baby, I don’t know how to explain in a way you can understand besides what I’ve already told you,” he said as he stood her up.

Ocean let out a soft whine at that. Standing in front of her father was always the prelude to a spanking. The very prelude. It was now imminent. She shuddered knowing she would soon be put in the time-honoured over-the-knee position to be soundly smacked on her bottom. How she hated every minute of that.

“We live in a different community now,” Sean signalled her to take off her T-shirt, “and we must abide by the rules of that community.”

She did so, revealing her cotton white panties. That had made a little sense though.

“At the Atoll, didn’t we go to Old Teeka’s house to witness the healing rituals? We had our First-Aid kits but we respected her science and knowledge. Here, there are other habits to respect.”

The irony that he was preaching about modesty and all the while taking her panties down and off wasn’t lost on Ocean, who groaned rather miserably.

“Then shouldn’t you spank me on my clothed ass? Want me to pull on jeans and sweater?”

The steely look she got from Sean told her she’d taken it a tad too far.

“Dad, I...”

“Apologise.”

“S-sorry...”

But now Sean had a scowl on his face. He took hold of Ocean’s slim wrist and pulled her across his lap. She gave a strangled cry as she found herself face-down looking at the floor boards.

“I am your father, Ocean Rona. I decide when to spank and when not to, and in the fashion I decide.” He placed his large hand on her small but curvy bottom as he spoke. “Do not dare make fun of me when I am scolding. Is that understood?”

Ocean whimpered and nodded. “Y-yes sir, oh please... didn’t mean to...” Why couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut and think of nudity paradoxes at a later time?? She so hated to upset him.

“I believe you...”

SMACK! His hand rose and descended in a swift arc. “Oww!” Ocean yelped as a bright red handprint appeared on her backside. “Please... don’t...”

“... but that doesn’t give you the right to be fresh.” He smacked both of her cheeks in a regular pattern and the girl yelped with each swat. “When you are bare at home, or for a spanking, that’s one thing. Naked in public? No!”

Smack! Whack! Spank! Whack!

“Owieee...” Ocean whined.

Yelps turned to small sobs that quickly escalated to tears, and she started to cry. She struggled her firm, tan body over Sean’s lap trying in vain to escape his punishing palm.

“Ouchhh! B-but you said you understood!”

The man’s palm planted smack after smack to the girl’s sit-spots. These were hard, open-handed slaps that left glowing red prints and reverberated soundly in the small room. Ocean released even the last of her restraints and started to bawl, her head bowed, squirming all the more.

“I understand your need to rejoin with Mother Ocean,” Sean said as he spanked, “but there are other ways.”

“Bwaah!... Daddy please... okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

Ocean kicked her athletic legs and squirmed her waist around so much that Sean had to circle an arm around it to keep her still. The little girl suddenly felt immobilized and panicked.

“Daddy noooo! No more! Okay, I understand, I’ll do what you say!”

“Will you really? Are you just saying that, Ocean?”

Whack! Whack! Whack! fell relentlessly on her now glowing hemispheres.

“I’m notttt... oww!... not just saying that, I swear! Owwww!! Please don’t spank me anymore!”

“I want to believe you.”

Sean’s hand kept coming up and down, still delivering hard smacks, now also to the very tender flesh of Ocean’s bare, plumper thighs. The girl screeched at those and bucked wildly, her young body rippled by spasms. Her father only used his hand but it was a big hand and he spanked full-force. It stung so much!

“You can swim in a bikini,” Sean conceded as he spanked on. “A skimpy one, if you want, but let me catch you skinny dipping again and I will take the paddle to your bottom right there where you are, I don’t care who’s looking. Is that understood, young lady?”

Ocean almost nodded her head off, she was so eager to comply. “Yes sir!”

He had only once used a tool on her and she’d cried so hard she’d thought her eyes would literally fall off. And then the thought of being hauled out of the water, turned over her father’s knee and spanked in public sent a chilly shiver running down Ocean’s spine. As much as nakedness wasn’t an issue, being paddled in front of a crowd was – very much so!

Sean recognised all the signs of a spanking well taken and stopped. His daughter’s bottom was a bright glowing red by now and her body was slowly relenting. When he released his grip, she went limp over his lap and cried her eyes out.

“I’m sorry D-Dad...” she croaked out in-between heavy sobs. “Please no morrrrre... I beg you...”

“Do you mean it? Do you realise where you’ve done wrong? Don’t say it just to please me.”

Again a very fervent nod. “I mean it, I promise! I’m really sorry!”

She kept looking at the floor, feeling the blood rush to her head but knowing better than to stand before given the order. Thirteen spankings... fourteen now... had taught at least that.

“Very well. Do not disappoint me again on this matter, Ocean. Here, get up...”

Sean supported her under her armpits as he pulled her back to a standing position. Ocean’s hands went to her bottom immediately and she rubbed at it furiously, but she knew there was no way for the sting to subside anytime soon.

“It’s okay,” Sean cooed. He reached out and dried the tears from her round, sun-tanned face. “I know it’s hard getting used to this. It is for me too. We must stick together and I need your help.”

Ocean looked up half-surprised, her eyes red and puffy. Her crying was slowly going down to muffled sniffles. “My help...?”

“Yes, honey. Remember how I’ve always said that even if Mum left we’re still a family? I mean it. In a family, everyone helps. Everyone is important.”

“But you work and have the money and... all that... I can’t...”

He smiled a little at her naivety, but could see she was really trying hard. “But you help by living your life right and not getting yourself in danger.” He held her hand and kissed its back, then the palm, then placed it on her heart. She managed a little smile through the last of her tears. “And trusting me... and now Mom... to know better. Okay?”

Ocean nodded. It didn’t sound entirely right in her mind, but she wasn’t a little girl and knew when it was time to just agree and stop arguing. “Yes, I understand.”

Sean smiled. “Good girl.”

“But I don’t want to see Mum tomorrow.”

“No?” Sean quirked an eyebrow. That was surprising, after all these years spent talking to her on the computer, he’d have thought she was dying to hug her again.

“No. I’m... I’m nervous.” She practically dove into his arms and let herself be held tight for a long, long time. “I miss my friends and the coral reefs,” she murmured.

“So do I, honey. And they miss us. But you’ll find new friends here. Also humans.”

“But how can I, if I can’t swim...” She bit her tongue, rolled her eyes at self. “Sorry... I can still swim. Just different, I know.”

Sean smiled again: his daughter did catch on quick after all. She just needed a ‘gentle’ nudge here and there. “That’s right. Now let’s go get your school things ready for tomorrow.”

Ocean sighed and clung to him. “I’m still nervous.”

“That’s okay. Wanna talk more about it?” She nodded. “Okay. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Dad...”

They detached. She gave another small smile and kissed his lips. He returned the kiss and sent her on her way with a pat to her bottom that made her skip.

Ocean didn’t like spankings, she didn’t like to have to go to school or meet her mother, and she didn’t like California... but she had a family, and she knew that together they could go through this.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley. Contact for information and/or feedback.