Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
To make my point, I slide my hand down between her legs, ease my fingers under the edge of her diaper, find the little tube extending out of her urethra, and give it a slight tug, just enough to make her aware of it, not so much that it dislodges.
Bailey arches her bottom high, moaning as sensations bombard her.
Continuing to apply slight pressure on the catheter, I seek out her clit with my thumb. Just as I suspected, it’s swollen and protruding. When I glide my pinky through her folds, I find her soaked.
My Little girl moans long and deep. “Papi…”
I pinch the little nub, making her squeal. “Do you want Papi to let you come, Baby girl?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, please.”
“Such a good girl. Your body is aligned with mine, Little one. You will obey me because it feels good, and you will enjoy the rewards.” I ease my pinky into her channel. “Whose pussy is this, Bailey?”
She swallows hard, moaning deeper.
I pinch her clit harder. “Who does this pussy belong to, Little girl?” I insist.
“You, Papi.”
“Who decides what’s best for you, Little one?”
“You, Sir,” she whispers, shuddering.
I’m pushing her hard to acknowledge the inevitable. She’s mine. She won’t be able to deny that obeying me will be fulfilling and pleasurable. It will come naturally to her.
“Who decides if this clit needs a hoop running through it, Baby girl?”
Another violent shudder shakes her body before she licks her lips and meets my gaze. “You do, Papi.”
“Good girl.” I add a finger to her pussy and push both digits deeper while I press firmly against her clit and use my other two fingers to jiggle the catheter. I’m aware that her clit runs deep and nerves line up with her urethra, making that tiny hole erogenous. The tube inside her is most assuredly drawing attention to her pussy all by itself, but toying with it is making her writhe.
“Come for me, Little one. Show Papi how pretty you are when you orgasm.”
My mate shatters, her entire body shuddering as she obeys me. I’ll never tire of watching her come undone. It’s going to be a long six months waiting to get home. I already hate the thought of not being able to talk to her and see her pretty eyes for all that time. In the end, I will have her back. The reward for my travels will be a lifetime with my precious mate.
As she comes down from her high, I ease my fingers out of her diaper. She’s limp in my arms and smiling.
I lift her up and kiss her forehead. “Everything I do will always be with your best interest in mind. Rules are meant to keep you safe. Breaking them will land you over my knees to teach you a lesson. Diapering you and feeding you are how I show you my love. Your pierced nipples will show everyone around that you are loved.” I lean closer to her face again. “Piercing your clit will constantly stimulate your pussy, make you squirm, and give you an endless supply of pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papi,” she whispers.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to teach you another lesson before we get clearance to head home.”
She licks her lips, eyes wide with uneasy anticipation.
“I’m going to spank you. Not because you’ve misbehaved but so that we’ll both know how you react to that sort of punishment.”
She clenches in my lap. “How about if I just agree to be good?”
I chuckle. “Spankings aren’t always for discipline. In fact, for many Little girls spankings are cathartic and enjoyable. Some Little girls misbehave on purpose because they crave having their bottoms swatted. Others prefer not to break rules. Instead they simply ask their Papis to spank them when they feel the urge.”
Bailey blinks several times. “That makes no sense.”
“It does. You’ll see.” I lean her back in my arms so I can open her diaper. Before removing it, I close the tiny valve on her catheter so her urine won’t leak out.
She whimpers adorably as I turn her over so her tummy is on my thighs. I spread my legs to help her balance better. “Reach your hands to the small of your back, Little one.”
She does as she’s told. I’m impressed that she’s not arguing. She’s intrigued and curious. She wants to know what it will feel like to be spanked as much as I want to test her reactions. I wasn’t kidding. All Little girls are different. I’d like to know how Bailey will react before we take off. It will give me six months to ponder how spanking is going to fit into our lives or even if it is at all. For some Littles, spanking is not an option. I wouldn’t want her to be traumatized. Like I told her, everything we do will be with her best interest in mind. Including discipline.