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)
She sighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“Look at Papi.”
She takes her time meeting my gaze. Her eyes are still slightly narrowed with frustration.
“When you misbehave, I will spank your bottom, Mia.”
She bites her bottom lip.
“Were you naughty?” I challenge.
“Yes, Papi.”
“Did you deserve to have your bottom spanked?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Are you going to lie still like a good girl so I can put cream on your sore pussy and diaper you?”
“I don’t really want to wear a diaper, Papi.” She pushes out her lower lip again.
“I know it’s strange at first, but Little girls are always diapered on my planet. You need to get used to it.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea,” she argues.
“You will in time.” I lift the diaper. “Spread your legs and lift your bottom for Papi.”
She does as she’s told, and when I see her glistening pussy, I know I have not made the wrong decision when I spanked her naughty bottom. I slide the diaper under her before opening the tube of ointment.
My sweet Little girl holds her breath while I take my time applying plenty of the cream on her sensitive swollen skin. I don’t hurry. I rub it into her folds first. Her breath hitches when I reach my finger inside her pussy to spread some of the soothing ointment inside.
When I slide my finger down to her tight little rectum, she squeezes her cheeks together.
“Let Papi finish, Baby girl.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t need it there.”
“Who makes that decision, Little one?”
She sighs dramatically.
“Relax your bottom.” I tap her puckered hole and wait until she stops fighting me to slip my finger into her rectum. She needs to get used to having her bottom penetrated, but more importantly she needs to understand that the decision is not hers. “Good girl,” I praise as I ease my finger out.
I clean my hands on a wet washcloth before I lift the diaper around her and fasten it at her waist. Afterward, I plant my hands on either side of her and meet her gaze.
“I’m sorry, Papi,” she says softly.
I smile. “All is forgiven. Little girls make mistakes. When they do, what happens to help them learn?”
“They get their bottoms spanked.” Another dramatic sigh.
“That’s right. Did you learn a lesson?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl.” I lift her by the waist and set her on her feet on the floor. Part of me hates to put her down. I’d rather carry her everywhere for these last hours we have together, but she needs a bit of freedom for a moment, and watching her waddle from the room as fast as she can melts my heart.
Chapter Fourteen
Surgient
“No running, Baby girl,” I call out as I grab a pair of loose black pants and put them on. I slide my feet into my shoes while I send a quick text to Riand, who will transport us to the starship, and head for the living room where Mia has reached the couch. Her friends are all lined up along the back of the cushions. She can’t reach them, and she turns to me and bounces a little as I join her.
The bouncing makes her breasts jiggle, and she glances down at the sensation before crossing her arms under them. Her cheeks are adorably pink. She tips her head way back to meet my gaze. I’m damn near twice as tall as her. “I need clothes, Papi.”
I sit next to her entourage on the sofa and lift her onto my lap before handing her the stuffie I’m certain is Pokey. He’s a soft, well-loved dog with very short legs. That would explain why she named him Pokey.
She immediately hugs him to her chest and kisses him all over his face.
After letting her reunite for a moment, I tip her chin back. “Little girls on Eleadia only wear diapers, Baby girl.” I haven’t specifically spelled this out to her yet.
She gasps. “No dresses or shirts or pants?”
“Nope.”
“But that’s bananas. Even when they go out?”
“Even when they go out.” I slide a hand around to cup one of her breasts and thumb her nipple, deciding now is a good time to drop one more bomb on her lap. “One of the reasons Little girls don’t cover their breasts is because they have their sweet little nipples pierced with hoops that have precious stones dangling from them.”
Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops. “You’re serious.”
“Yes. You’ll see.”
“What if I don’t want my titties pierced?” she asks as she squeezes Pokey against both breasts to cover them, mostly knocking my hand out of the way.
“You will, Baby girl. I know it’s shocking to you now, but once you see all the other Little girls, the idea will grow on you. If you don’t stop playing with those sweet little titties though, I’m going to restrain your hands to your sides.”