Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
It could be the fact that I’m restraining her. We’ve already established she enjoys being restrained. But I suspect she’s also intrigued, and her protests are a bit too heavy to be real.
I release her thighs to reach over and grab the pillow from the corner of the couch before stuffing it between her knees. When I notice she’s rubbing her tits against my thigh, I rearrange her a bit, spreading my legs and tugging her to one side so that her cheek now rests on my thigh, her breasts hang between them, and she’s on her knees on the other side.
“No. Please. Papi. I don’t want this. I’ll be good. I won’t cuss again. I’ll do as you say.” Her pleading is accompanied by soft cries and sniffles.
I palm the back of her thighs again. “Here’s how this is going to go. If you can be a good girl and hold still while Papi spanks you, I’ll only give you ten swats this first time. That means you have to keep your knees wide and let your titties hang between my legs. You may not rub your needy little nipples against the couch, and you may not squeeze your thighs together to get relief for your pussy.”
She gasps but doesn’t otherwise respond.
“If you try to squirm free or rub your sensitive parts, I’ll start over. The spanking ends when I’m able to get ten swats in without you complaining, wiggling, or trying to get relief. Understood?”
I love how she’s panting. She has set her cheek on my thigh, facing away from me, but she can’t hide how pink her face is. Nor can she hide the growing need dripping from her cunt.
Her hair is all over the place, and I reach up to gather it away from her face and tuck it against my abs.
There’s one more thing she needs to know. “When Papi spanks you because you were naughty, you will not get to come afterward.”
Her breath hitches. “You say that as though I would want to.”
“Oh, Baby girl, you don’t know the kind of want you’re about to experience.”
She shudders and sniffles. “And you act like you’re also going to spank me when I’m not…naughty.” She whispers that last word.
“I will, Little one. Probably every day. Do you know why?”
She whines. “No.”
“Because you’re going to ask me to.”
Her entire body nearly bucks off my lap. I have to grip her wrists and her bottom to keep her from freeing herself. “That’s crazy. I would never do that. I don’t like it.” She’s pouting.
“You’ll see. Shall I begin?”
“No.” Such a petulant, sassy Little girl.
“What if I need to use the bathroom?”
Oh boy. Are we going to have this discussion right now?
“You can relieve your bladder after your spanking, Baby girl.”
“What if I pee on you?” She’s going to try me every step of the way, and that’s okay. I have an answer for everything and unlimited patience.
“Then I’ll clean it up and change pants after I finish. Do you ordinarily have trouble controlling your bladder, Baby girl?” I know this idea will infuriate her.
Another exaggerated gasp. “No.”
“Then I doubt it will be a problem. But if we discover you have a tendency to wet yourself when I’m disciplining you, I’ll use a pad under your pussy in the future.”
She lets out an extremely amplified sob. “I’m not going to wet myself, you…you…you dork.”
I stifle a chuckle. “Let me know when I may begin.”
“I’m not going to verbally ask you to spank me, dork.” Apparently she has decided dork is a word I’ll permit her to use since she got away with it the first time.
“You are going to ask Papi to spank you, naughty Little girl. And I’m adding five swats for name-calling. You may call me Papi. Nothing else.”
She lifts her face clear off my thigh and screams in frustration.
I rub her bottom. “That’s a good girl. Get all that anger out. I know you’re stressed and scared. So many things are changing at once. You’re not the only Little girl to feel confused and angry about being plucked from her life.”
She screams again, trying to wiggle free. I know I need to be firm here. Calm but firm. I can’t relent. She needs to understand two things. One, that I’m the boss. And two, that she will like having a boss. The first one will come quickly. The second may take time.
I’m not permitting myself to doubt the truth of those facts. I’m aware there are some females who are not suitable mates for an Eleadian male. However, I’m equally certain Fate would not bind me to a female who isn’t perfect for me. We may face numerable challenges, but in the end, Ava will realize that submitting to me is exactly what she needs to be the happiest Little girl in the universe.