8. Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
MIKA
P api left the room a couple of minutes ago and told me he needed to get more powder to make the ink.
I am curious about the ink he is making. He mentioned tattoos as he sat me on the ground, but he didn’t go into further detail. Several tattoos are visible on his chest. I never got a good look at Voklies to see if he was heavily tattooed.
Do they tattoo other things?
I study the page in the coloring book I’ve been working on. I am bored. Coloring is fun, but I want to go explore and see things. Papi isn’t in the room, and he seems really busy with creating the ink.
Maybe I can go explore on my own.
I look up at the door through which Papi left. Still no sign of him. Smiling, I get onto my knees and push myself up.
Not being able to close my legs makes it difficult to stand tall. The huge bulge between my legs is awkward.
I take a step toward the windows. Papi opened the blinds to let the light in after he sat me down. Colors. That’s what I want to see, and I know they have color all around them.
I wobble as I take another step, unused to walking with my legs so far apart. I smile as I take another step. What has Papi so worried about me walking by myself? I can clearly do that.
Yet my wobbles become unstable, and I fall backward and land on my padded bottom with a giggle. No ouchies. The diaper is thick enough that it covered my landing.
“Silly, Papi,” I whisper as I push myself back up.
I take several more steps and make it to the window. When I step on my tippy toes, I can see the very bottom of the glass.
Papi wasn’t joking when he said everything is taller in the house. How am I going to be able to look out the window? How am I going to get up to my seat so I can eat?
“Ehem.”
I twirl around, my eyes going wide as I stare at Papi standing in the doorway.
“Hi, Papi.” I wave and smile.
Maybe I can pretend I crawled over and just stood up. Maybe he won’t know I walked over here.
“What are you doing, Aliki?” Papi asks.
“I’m looking through the window to see the outside.” I point.
“And how did you get there?”
I look at the window before looking at Papi. He won’t punish me, right?
“No lying, Poliki Sanki. Lying will get you in trouble.”
After taking a deep breath, I look down at my feet, and whisper, “I walked.”
“You what?” Papi asks. “I can’t hear you.”
“I walked,” I say, louder. “It’s not a big deal. I have walked for almost my whole life.”
“It’s unsafe.”
I glare at him. “How is it unsafe?”
“You could fall and hurt yourself.”
“I did fall, but this diaper is so padded that it took my fall. If I didn’t have it on, I wouldn’t have to worry about possibly falling.”
“Not happening, Poliki Sanki. You will always wear a diaper. The sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner you can stop worrying about it. It’s not going to change.”
“But—”
“No buts. You will wear and use a diaper. If you try not to use it, then I will have Voklies or any of the other doctors put a catheter in you and give you a suppository to help with your bowels.”
My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. He is telling the truth.
“And as for walking, I told you, no walking without Papi here. You could fall and hit your head on something or your arms or any part of your body. I give you these rules to keep you safe and healthy.”
“I’m not going to hit anything. Everything is too tall.” I pout.
“You could fall and hit your head on the ground or the wall. You could be next to the couch and hit your head or fall weird on your arm and break it. No walking without Papi right next to you.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “No fair.”
“Some things aren’t going to be fair. I am giving you these rules because I care about you because I want you to be healthy and safe.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” I mumble.
“You will see in time. We’ve got hundreds of years for you to see that.”
Before I know it, Papi picks me up and starts walking.
“What are you doing?” I screech, trying to free myself from his arms.
“Punishing you. I told you before, if you broke any rules, you would be getting punished,” he states.
“But you can’t!” I yell.
“And why can’t I?” I open and close my mouth several times.
“Because I am a grown adult! You can’t spank me!”
Papi starts rubbing my diaper-covered bottom. I still can’t believe he is making me wear them. Why can’t I just use the hole in the ground like he does?
“But I am Papi, your Papi. I set these rules, so you follow them and not get hurt. I am not trying to be mean by setting them. I only have your best interest at heart."
“Doesn’t sound like it,” I mumble. “You wouldn’t spank me if you had my best interest at heart.”
“But I would.” He applies a little pressure as he rubs my bottom more. “And I am going to. I set these rules to take care of you, and that is my plan.”
I suck in a deep breath. “I didn’t do anything wrong!” I yell.
“Poliki Sanki.”
I still at the way he says it. Is that disappointment laced in his tone of voice?
“I didn’t! I am a grown adult, and I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Mika.”
But I don’t pay any attention.
“I didn’t. I am a grown adult, and I can walk if I want!”
Before I even know what is happening, Papi has my diaper off and lands several swats on my bottom.
“Papi!” I scream. “No!”
“Listen to Papi.”
Tears form, and I blink several times trying to get rid of them.
“Papi doesn’t like punishing you, but I will if you disobey the rules. They are set to keep you safe.” Papi rubs where he hit my bottom. “I told you before I left the room that you were not to stand and walk on your own. You did and you fell twice.”
“Once,” I mumble. “And my bottom was padded with the diaper. It didn’t hurt at all.”
“And like I explained before, you could have hit your head on the ground or anything in the room. I told you not to, and you did it, disobeying me.”
Why are these rules so important? Why is he so concerned whether if I get hurt?
“No, Papi,” I groan.
I really need to figure out his real name so I don’t have to call him Papi.
“Yes, Mika. You were naughty, and now you are going to get your bottom spanked,” he says as he puts me over his lap.
Before I can say anything, Papi starts spanking me.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
I cry out in pain as he doesn’t stop.
“Papi!” I scream. “Please! Stop!”
But Papi doesn’t stop. If anything, it spurs him on to spank me harder and faster. Tears drip down my face as I swing my legs back and forth, trying to avoid his smacks.
“Stay still for Papi,” he says as he holds my legs with one of his arms, keeping me in place.
“Papi!” I scream.
He starts spanking my sit spot several times, making me cry out.
“Almost there,” Papi says, spanking me several more times.
I don’t know how many times Papi has spanked me but when he goes back to my sit spot, I go limp in his arms. Sobbing, I cry out as Papi moves me around so he can hug me.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
I cry into his chest, clinging onto him as he rubs my back.
“I’m right here.” Papi stands up with me in his arms, and I cling to him even more. “I’m not going to drop you. I’m right here.”
I’m not worried about him dropping me. Part of me fears he will let go and put me down, and I don’t want that.
Papi places me on my feet. “Corner time right now.”
I whine and look at Papi. “I just got spanked.”
“And the other part of your punishment is corner time. Nose in the corner. I want your feet spread and your bottom pushed out.”
I stand still as I stare at the wall. Does he really want me to stand in the corner?
“Mika,” he warns. “Now.”
I sigh and get into position. “Do I really have to do this?”
“No talking. Any noise or movement and time will be added on.”
I close my mouth and lean my head against the wall. This sucks. This absolutely sucks, and I don’t like it.
“Papi will tell you when the time is over,” he says as he grips my bottom and gives it a little squeeze.
I hiss in pain.
“Five minutes just got added,” Papi informs me.
“Papi!” I whine.
“Five more minutes.”
I clamp my mouth shut and draw a deep breath. He probably did it on purpose to see if I would make a noise.
I bite the inside of my cheek as Papi gently runs his fingers over my bottom. It takes everything in me not to whimper and move.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “You still have some more time, but I’ll leave you alone for now.”
I hear his departing footsteps, and I’m left to my thoughts. I knew when I walked I could possibly get in trouble. Part of me wanted to see if he would act on what he said.
I’ve found out.
I hold in my sigh and try to relax as I stand in the corner with my bottom on display. It is the first time since I was two that I’ve been spanked.
“Your time is up,” Papi says.
I stay still, not knowing what to do. Do I wait for him to come and get me, or can I turn around and go anywhere? Papi told me I can’t walk.
“Mika?” Papi calls out.
I don’t want to get another spanking by turning around and going to him. Is this a trick to see if I will disobey him again?
I’m not.
I don’t want to get spanked or put in corner time.
“Poliki Sanki? Are you okay?” Papi rests his hand on my shoulder, turns me around, and searches my face. “Why didn’t you come to me when I said time was up?”
I shrug. “I didn’t want to get in trouble. You said no walking.”
“Oh, Ariki. No walking when I’m not around. If I’m around, you can walk sometimes.” Papi wraps his arms around me, picks me up, and goes to the couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear,” he whispers, holding me close.
I close my eyes and draw several deep breaths. Am I ever going to know when I can walk and when I can’t without getting into trouble? Is my bottom always going to be on fire?
“Papi will tell you when you can’t walk. Any time I leave the room, or you are in your play area, no standing up and walking. If I’m right next to you, you may walk,” he explains as he puts another diaper on me.
I hiss and whine. “No diaper.”
“Yes, Poliki Sanki. You are always going to use a diaper so I would get used to it now.”
I bite my tongue and look away.
“You were such a good girl for taking your punishment,” Papi praises as he holds me in his arms once again, sitting on the couch.
My head is resting in the crook of one of his arms.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “My Poliki Sanki.”
I close my eyes and snuggle into his chest. Any time I am near him, and we are touching skin to skin, I feel calm and protected.
“Time for a bottle and then a nap.”
“No, Papi,” I whine. “No want nap.”
“Yes, Ariki. You need a nap. You are still recovering, and I want you healthy.”
Papi teases the nipple against my lips, and before I know it, I am opening my mouth and sucking. I hum in pleasure as the chocolate liquid fills my mouth.
“Such a good girl. Drink all of it for Papi.”
And that’s exactly what I do as I fall asleep in his arms.
“My precious Poliki Sanki. Papi already loves you so much.”