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)
That’s gone now. I don’t have to worry about anything like that ever again. I keep telling myself over and over that I’m loved and cherished by a man I can and will defy. But I crave the ways he makes me feel. When he spanks me, I’m not numb.
I want him to swat my nipples. It will hurt, but in a strange freeing way. That’s how I’ve felt every time he’s spanked me, including the time he slapped my pussy.
My lips tremble. I’m embarrassed by my feelings, but I want him to know. “I like it when you hurt me, Papi,” I murmur softly.
He switches to pinching my other nipple, smiling. “I know you do, Little one. That’s okay. Lots of Little girls enjoy a bit of pain.” Papi moves his hand down between my legs and palms my dry diaper. “You’ve gotten naughty about wetting yourself now that you have control over your bladder, too.”
My cheeks heat. He’s right. I’ve wondered when he would notice. The thought of him punishing me there is enough to have me holding my pee for hours. It’s so naughty. Do other women have these feelings?
Papi opens my diaper and discards it. “I think you need both your nipples and your pussy spanked, don’t you, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Wetness leaks out of me at the suggestion. I keep having the same recurrent dream where a faceless man pierces my labia. Every time I have that dream, I wake up wet and panting.
Papi isn’t touching me. He stares at my wet folds for a few seconds before opening a drawer on the changing table and pulling something out.
When he holds it up, I gasp. “What’s that, Papi?”
“It’s a crop.” He gives it a shake. “See the little flap at the top?”
I nod. I might be in over my head.
“Crops are common on Earth in the Dominant scene. They’re usually leather. We use a synthetic material on Eleadia, but the result is the same. It will sting when I swat you with the small flap.”
I swallow back the combination of nerves and excitement.
Papi slaps his palm with the crop, making me jump. It’s louder than I expected. He does it again, this time on his forearm. Harder. It leaves a square welt.
“You need this on your nipples, don’t you, Baby girl?”
I can’t lie to him. “Yes, Sir.” My breasts feel heavy. My tits already ache from the thought of being disciplined with that evil device.
He cups my pussy, flattening his palm to my clit. “What about here, Bailey? Do you need Papi to spank your pussy for not using your diaper?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Papi can read me. He knows what I crave. He doesn’t give any indication he thinks I’m weird.
Papi moves closer to my chest. He grips one of my breasts and squeezes, forcing the nipple to pop higher. Without another word, he swats it hard with the crop.
I cry out. It really hurts. My tit throbs and burns.
“Look at your nipple, Baby girl,” he orders.
I lift my head so I can see. The tip is red and angry. Swollen.
“Does it hurt, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
I look at him. I wish he would just do it and not ask. It’s too embarrassing to admit how much I like the pain. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to mutter.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Bailey. It’s you and me here. This is our life. No one else’s.”
I tremble. “But do other Little girls like their Papis to swat their nipples?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter what other Little girls like or don’t like. All that matters is what my Little girl craves. The only time anyone will know is when you need me to spank your nipples while we’re in public or right before we leave the house to go to the park or a play date. If you enjoy the humiliation of people watching you get disciplined or seeing your red punished buds, then that’s what we’ll do.”
My heart beats fast. This is so odd.
Papi moves down between my legs and drags the tip of the crop through my folds. “As for your pussy, the only way anyone will know that your Papi spanks your clit is if you tell them or decide you’d like to show them. Same is true for your piercings. I know you keep saying you only want your ears pierced, but I also know you’re not being truthful to yourself or me.”
I squirm, trying not to moan as he draws out my wetness with the crop and his words. Just when I think he will swat my clit, he leans over, grips my other breast, and slaps it hard with the evil toy.
My instinct is to arch my chest, but I’m strapped down too securely to do so. Before I can fully react or catch my breath, he does it again. Two more times on that nipple.