Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I chuckle. “My home is being taken care of by other people in my absence. And I didn’t leave everything you would need in place. I placed orders for it to be delivered before we arrive.”
“Oh.” She reaches up to rub her eyes and then runs her fingers through her gorgeous hair, pulling it over her shoulders.
I laugh as I catch her hand with mine and pull it away.
“What?” she asks with feigned innocence.
I tip my head back and laugh again before confronting her. “Mia, you can’t fool me.”
“What did I do?” She looks away, fidgeting her hands in her lap.
I sober a bit and lift a brow. “You’re breaking a lot of rules, Little girl. Do you need another spanking?”
She squirms on my lap, but she doesn’t try to continue with her lies. “Can I have a shirt, Papi?” she asks softly.
I lift her hair back over her shoulder, exposing her chest before cupping one of her breasts and thumbing her nipple.
Her breath hitches, and she reaches to push my hand away.
“Hands in your lap, Mia,” I say sternly.
She whimpers as she obeys me. “Sorry, Papi. It’s weird.”
“I know it feels strange now, but you’ll get used to it.” I consider telling her about the nipple piercings she will wear but decide against it. I’ve put enough on her plate so far.
“That will take a long time,” she informs me.
I chuckle. “In the meantime, I’ll braid your hair back so you can’t hide these pretty titties behind it. You will leave them alone. Touching them with your hair is the same as touching them, Little one.”
She swallows.
“And then you lied about it,” I point out with my raised brow.
She lowers her gaze. “Are you going to spank me again?”
“Nope. This time I’m going to punish you in a different way.” I set her bottle down on the end table and rise to carry her to the kitchen counter. “First, I’m going to wash your face. You rubbed your eyes, and mascara smudged around your eyelids.”
“Oh.” She lifts her hands to her face. “It must look awful. I should fix it.”
I sit her on the counter next to the basin. I won’t give her a bath right now because she needs to eat and sleep. I just want to wash her face.
She looks around. “Where is my purse?”
“It’s in the bedroom with your dress. Don’t worry.” I turn on the water and grab a washcloth.
“Are you really going to get Pokey for me?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can someone get my makeup too?”
“No, Baby girl. You won’t need makeup.”
She gasps. “I have to have makeup. I don’t wear much, but my eye lashes are blond. I’ll look silly.”
“Close your eyes, Baby girl.” I hold up the washcloth and wait for her to comply before I gently wipe away the black smudges. Sure enough when it’s all gone, she looks quite different. Her lashes and her eyebrows are a very light color. “You’re even more beautiful now, Mia.”
“Papi…” she whines.
I have to pull her against me to hide my smile. I’m secretly going to love her whine. I suspect it’s way out of her normal comfort zone. It’s something she’s developing just for me. It tells me she trusts me to discipline her and do so in a fair manner.
I lift her up and turn around to sit her on the table next. After carefully lowering her to her back, I lift her arms above her head and clasp her two wrists again.
“I’m going to punish you now, Little one. For covering your titties, for lying to Papi, and for whining. Three pricks to each nipple.”
She gasps and squirms, shaking her head. “No, Papi. I don’t like it when you do that.”
I place my free hand on her torso to hold her steady. “When you misbehave, I will discipline you to help you learn, Baby girl.”
“I don’t like the needle thingy though, Papi.” She tries to arch and buck.
I hold her tighter and lean over to draw one of her precious nipples into my mouth. I swirl it with my tongue, flick it several times, and penetrate it with my quill.
Mia cries out. “No, Papi!”
I release that nipple and switch to the other, giving it the same treatment.
Mia fights me, writhing and crying.
I don’t relent though. I know why she doesn’t want me to pierce her little nipples. We both know why. It wouldn’t be a punishment if it weren’t going to drive her mad with lust.
I repeat my actions, loving the noises she makes and the way she switches from complaining to moaning.
After the third pierce, I rise up, blow on both nipples and continue to hold her against the table.
She moans and kicks her feet out. “Papi…” Her voice is husky with lust now.
I’m between her legs again, so when she tries to draw them together, she comes up short. Her diaper is thick enough to keep her from getting any relief anyway, but this is better.