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)
My breath hitches. It’s been so long. It feels so good. Better than I remember.
He does it again and again, increasing the speed and intensity after every few slaps.
I slide into a place in my head I’m familiar with even though it’s been a long time. My Little subspace. It’s a super special place I love. Can I really have this with a new Daddy? A Papi? I won’t let myself hope.
When he pauses, he trails a finger around my heated skin. “You’re so beautiful, Mia. Your skin is so pretty. I’ve never seen a female with skin this white.” He taps my bottom in a few places. “And these little freckles are adorable.”
I squirm. He’s making my pussy tingle with his touch and his words. No one makes my pussy tingle.
“Would you like more, Baby girl?”
I nod, grateful he can’t see my face. I’m embarrassed.
“Okay, I’ll spank you a bit longer, and then we’re going to talk.”
I don’t like that last part of the plan, but the spanking I’m craving like a drug. I push my butt out when he takes too long.
Finally, he lifts his palm and resumes spanking me, harder this time.
I slide instantly into a deeper zone, my special Little space, the one I’ve only visited a few times. In my zone, I focus on Papi’s hand and the burn and heat coming off my bare bottom.
I know I’m moaning and bucking into him by the time he stops. I can’t help it.
When he stops, he instantly slides his fingers between my thighs. His hand is so large that his palm holds me down while his fingers stroke through my swollen needy folds.
I cry out and lift my head off his thigh. “Papi!”
He drags his fingertips through my wetness one more time before he removes his hand. After carefully rolling me over so I’m facing him, he smiles down at me. “You are so precious.”
I shake my head. I’m not. I’m going to disappoint him. “You should pick another Little girl. I’m not very good at it,” I warn him. I can’t think of anything worse than leaving this planet with him only to have him realize he’s made a mistake after we reach his planet.
He frowns. “What are you talking about, Little one? That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I push my dress down to cover my exposed pussy. My panties are still bunched up at my knees. When I reach for them, intent on pulling them up, Papi stops me. He grabs both my wrists with one hand and holds them against my tummy. With his free hand, he removes my ballet flats before quickly tugging my panties down my legs and off.
I gasp as I pull my knees together and draw them up. I’m trembling. Needy. Wet. He knows it. It’s so foreign to me.
“Why do you think you’re not good at being Little, Mia?”
I shrug. I don’t know how to explain it.
“Did someone tell you that?”
He’s perceptive.
I nod.
“The last Daddy you had?”
I nod again.
“Is that why you haven’t had another Daddy for a while?”
Another nod.
“Well, he was a fool.”
I give him a small smile, meeting his gaze.
He takes my breath away. He’s staring at me like I hang the moon.
“He was,” I agree. “But he hurt me, and I’m not ready to try again.”
Papi gives me a huge smile. “It’s kind of late for that, Little one. We’re in the middle of you trying again. I just spanked your little bottom hard enough to turn it a pretty shade of pink while you moaned. Were you thinking about another man while I made your pussy wet?”
My face heats so hot I think it might catch on fire. I shake my head. “No, Papi.”
“I’d say you’re over that man.” His smile is bigger.
Maybe he’s right but… “What if I can’t be the kind of Little girl you want?”
“You already are the most perfect Little girl ever to exist, Mia. I’m the luckiest Papi alive. You don’t have to do or be anything but yourself to please me.”
My lip trembles as I worry. This is happening so fast. “Sometimes I can’t follow all the rules.”
His brow furrows. “Little girls are expected to make mistakes. No one is perfect. When you misbehave, Papi will discipline you, and all will be forgiven.”
I’m shaking harder as I ask the most important question. “Will you put me in timeouts?”
He stares at me for several seconds before responding. “If that’s what you need, Baby girl.”
I purse my lips.
“What’s wrong with timeouts, Mia?”
“I’m not very good at timeouts. I can’t stand still, and then the time has to start over. I never get it right.” Tears start to fall as I remember the numerous times Rick made me stand in the corner, reprimanding me when I fidgeted. It was too hard. I couldn’t do it. I was a disappointment. And he told me often. So often that I began to believe him. Sometimes I would meet him at the club, and he would immediately put me in a corner, to train me he said.