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)
I suck the rest down quickly.
Daddy removes it, sets it on the end table, and opens a small drawer to pull something out. It looks evil.
“This is a crop,” he tells me, thumbing the part at the end that flops back and forth. It’s a one-inch square. I think it’s leather. It’s attached to a stick. Daddy lifts the stick and brings the end down on his palm.
I flinch. That was loud. In a second, a raised red square appears on his skin.
“Sit, Little pet, and I want you facing the room.”
I spin around and lower to my bottom between my feet. My arms shake as I force myself to keep them in my lap and pull my shoulders back.
Daddy squats in front of me. Without another word, he grips one of my breasts and swats my nipple with the crop hard and fast.
All the air leaves my lungs. The pain is sharp. I can’t draw in another breath. While I’m still stunned, he spanks the other nipple just as hard.
I want to reach up and press my palms to my aching tits. They’re throbbing, the pain radiating down my arms.
“Do you like the way that feels, Little pet?”
I swallow. “No, Daddy.” My voice is shaking. I’m holding back tears.
He grips my chin. “Will you be a good girl while my visitor is here?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you going to sass me again today?”
“No, Daddy.” My lips quiver, but I don’t cry.
He bends forward, kisses my forehead, and then stands. A moment later, he pops a pacifier in my mouth. “You will not speak to my guest. You will sit like a good Little pet and behave. Understood?”
I nod.
He kisses my forehead again. “I’m already proud of you, Little pet.”
My chest tightens at his praise. I’m softening to him. How does he do that? The man just spanked my nipples and ordered me to sit like a dog without barking while his guest is here. And then he said something that melted my heart and endeared me to him.
He meant what he said. He’s proud of me. I always want him to be proud. My nipples are hard from being spanked. They’re throbbing and painful. I will be struggling to think of anything else for several minutes, and yet, I also know they would be hard right now if he hadn’t touched them.
He knows it, too, because there is no hiding my scent from him. My pussy is dripping into my diaper.
A knock sounds at the door.
Daddy bends to tip my chin back again. “One more thing, Little pet. I expect that diaper to be completely soaked through by the time my guest leaves. You should pee yourself right now and every time you feel the urge while he’s here. If I don’t see that diaper growing heavier, fuller, and more yellow every time I look at it, I will punish you as soon as my guest is gone.”
I suck in air through my nose. Once again, he kisses my forehead tenderly. I’m going to have whiplash from all the switching back and forth between stern and tender.
Suckling my pacifier as if it’s a lifeline, I watch my Daddy cross the room and open the door.
EIGHT
I sit as still as possible as Julan lets a man into the apartment. I didn’t have the opportunity to examine all the men we encountered between the building where I was kept in a cage and Julan’s home. He forced me to cover my eyes. I assume he truly was protecting me from the sun.
Nevertheless, I did get enough of a glimpse to know all the men on this planet seem to be enormous. This guest is as tall as Julan and just as broad. The two men shake hands as he enters.
“Good to see you, Lasim.”
Then the man glances at me. His eyes widen a moment before he smiles and steps closer. “Ah, your new pet. The human. I wasn’t expecting her to be so similar to us.”
I say nothing. I’m embarrassed, and I don’t like him looking at me. After all, I’m sitting obediently on my heels, sucking a pacifier like it’s a lifeline, and wearing nothing but a diaper. Oh, and I can’t forget the collar and the leash hanging down the front of my body, the end of it resting on the floor between my thighs.
Julan—Daddy—clears his throat. “Yes. It would seem humans are nearly identical to us in every way but size.”
The newcomer rubs his chin, staring at me, intrigued, as he approaches. “Can she procreate on her own?”
I flinch. Life would be so very different if I could do that. We wouldn’t have needed the cryonically preserved sperm that traveled with us to the space station twenty years ago, nor would humans eventually die out because the sperm was lost ten years ago when an electrical issue on the station fried the freezer.