Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I’m nervous about what we have planned. All we want is for her to be happy here, and there is only so much we can do to compromise and fulfill our girl’s dreams without giving ourselves daily heart attacks. Hopefully she will not be disappointed.
Nanish tips her face back and gives her a stern look. “No Little girl is permitted to climb on furniture on Eleadia. We won’t make exceptions for you just because you happen to be taller. Height isn’t the only factor. Keeping your feet on the floor prevents accidents. We’re overprotective. You’ll get used to it.”
I stick all but one of the bottles in the fridge before holding up one and shaking it. She knows better than to ask for food. We put a calendar on the fridge with the date marked when we will introduce her to her first taste of Eleadian food. Every time she whines about taking a bottle, we move that date forward one day. So far we’ve moved it seven times. I’m pretty sure she’s done arguing with us on that subject.
Nanish kisses her nose. “Since we’re dealing with a safety issue and spanking your bottom will only make you so horny you’ll end up rubbing your clit against your diaper, I believe we’ll institute a new form of discipline today.”
I smirk behind her. I know what he’s going to say. We discussed it last night after we tucked her into her crib. Sleeping in her crib is another big change coming tonight. After we’ve been inside her, we’ll keep her in our bed at night from now on.
Mags shifts her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. “Papi…”
“For the rest of the morning until we leave for the jeweler, you will not be allowed to stand. Hands and knees only. It’s time for your bottle, too, so you’ll crawl into your nursery so Bamgin can feed you.”
Our precious girl gasps as she turns sideways to glance back and forth between us. “But I don’t like to crawl. I worked hard to relearn to walk, and I did it in record time. You said so. Crawling makes me feel like a baby.”
Nanish sweeps her off her feet, flips her over, and sets her on her hands and knees, straddling her legs and keeping his palms on her hips so she can’t get back up. “You’re our Baby girl, Mags. We fully intend to coddle you and baby you for the rest of your life. It’s how we’re wired. It’s what ensures you are always safe. If you don’t like to be disciplined, you won’t break rules, and that includes whining, sassing your Papis, and arguing moot points.”
I squat in front of her and tip her chin back. “This is an excellent form of punishment. I don’t think you will get nearly as horny crawling as you do when we take you over our knees.”
She pouts. “I don’t like how my boobs sway when I’m on my hands and knees. At least when I’m standing they aren’t as noticeable.”
“They’re about to get a whole lot more noticeable in a few hours, Little one. Not only will you notice them constantly, but everyone we encounter will, too.”
Nanish leans over, straddling her hips now, and slides his hands around to cup her breasts. “Every Little girl has nipple piercings, Mags. And they all endure the fact that people stare at them. But you will always have the added doubletake you’ll get for having two different colored stones. Other Little girls will stare harder at your titties.” He pinches them for emphasis.
I reach out and stroke the sides of her soft breasts. “Everyone will ask questions, and you’ll tell them you’re so lucky that you have two Papis. If they’re too polite to ask, you’ll tell them anyway to keep them from wondering.”
She shivers as goosebumps rise all over her skin. “Papi…”
I know we’re making her horny. It makes up for the fact that crawling isn’t likely to have quite that effect on her. Considering how much she dislikes having her boobies sway when she crawls, that sensation will increase tenfold with the addition of the dangling stones.
I stand. “Time for your bottle, Baby girl.” I already love this form of discipline. As much as I love watching our girl stroll naked through the house after a bath, I already miss the days when she first learned to roll over and then push herself onto her hands and knees. Watching her rock forward and backward before she could figure out how to lift one hand and then one knee is etched in my mind forever.
When I enter the nursery, I cross over to the oversized rocking chair and sit. Mags crawls to me, still pouting, so I decide to increase the frustration she feels. Instead of picking her up to cradle her in my arms like always, I spread my knees and point to the floor between my legs.