Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Heat runs across my face again as I follow his orders. This position is obscene. The only protection I have is my diaper. If it weren’t on, my pussy would be totally exposed.
“That’s it, Little pet. You did so well.” He holds a treat up to my lips, once again with his fingers.
I greedily accept it.
“I’ll usually reserve this position for when you need a diaper change. I want you to learn to open your legs for me and hold them like this. You will not close your knees while I change you. In addition, your diaper changes will always be my decision. Do not ask me to change you. We do not operate on your timeline. You are my pet. I make the rules. I will use a cream on your pussy to protect your skin from irritation. It will be good for you to wear a heavy, wet diaper sometimes. It will help remind you who is in charge.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hope I sound demure.
“Good girl. Heel.”
I release my thighs and scramble into position, my tongue already out when he offers me a treat.
“Good girl.” He reaches under to thumb one of my nipples. “I really like you in this position with your breasts swaying. I’m reluctant to let you stand. It will be a while, and even when I do, you can expect to spend a good portion of your time on all fours because it pleases me.”
“Yes, Sir.” That annoys me, but maybe he’ll change his mind.
Or maybe I’ll get used to obeying him.
“Let’s go over a few more rules while I feed you.” He surprises me when he holds out my bottle, tapping my lips with it while I’m still on all fours. “Tip your head back, Little pet.”
My head is too heavy. It’s a strain.
Daddy spreads his knees and pats the chair between them. “Crawl closer.”
I shuffle into the space.
He lifts the heavy leash and sets it on his thighs. “Better?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” The collar is still annoying, but it’s not as bad as the leash hanging from my neck. When he brings the nipple to my lips again, I open my mouth and start suckling. This position is so degrading. I’m his pet. It’s more blatantly obvious than ever as I tip my head back and suck from the bottle on my hands and knees. I’ve seen photos and videos of humans feeding baby goats like this on Earth farms. I doubt Daddy has seen such videos, which means this is a universal position used to feed young animals.
Daddy is pleased. He thumbs my cheek. “I’ll go through your rules. I’ll repeat them later and every day for a while until I’m sure you can remember them.”
My mouth is full, which is a good thing. It keeps me from telling him I’m not actually a baby goat and that my memory is fine.
“You’ll stay on all fours on the floor at all times unless I lift you onto a piece of furniture. Absolutely no climbing on anything, not even chairs or the couch. You will not go near the stove or oven. You will not open any cabinets or drawers for any reason. Some items inside are not safe for Little pets. If I have to, I’ll put locks on everything that can be opened, but since you’ve made it clear you are an intelligent being capable of learning fast, I won’t have to do that, right?”
I nod and continue sucking.
“Do not go into the bathroom without me. You won’t be going anywhere without me for a while, but when I give you more freedom, you still will not enter that room alone.”
I hold his gaze so he knows I’m listening. And I am. I certainly don’t want to give him any reason to think I’m too stupid to remember rules.
“No more sassing Daddy. Your bottom isn’t the only part of your body I can spank. If you roll those pretty eyes or use that naughty tone with me, I will swat your nipples so fast you will not see it coming.”
My breath hitches around the bottle. Swat my nipples? Heavens. My body shudders violently, and the traitorous little buds pucker at the thought. How embarrassing.
Daddy lifts a brow. “I believe you need a demonstration so you’ll know how painful it is to have your tender tits spanked. I’ll do that in a minute. Then you will sit politely while my coworker is here. Your throbbing titties will give you something to think about while I’m in my meeting. I suspect you’ll have a new attitude about sassing Daddy by the time this day is over.”
I whimper. The threat of having my nipples spanked makes me so nervous that I suck slower to put it off.
Daddy grips my braid and pulls my head back farther. “Finish your bottle, naughty girl.”