10. Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
MIKA
“ T ake a deep breath,” Papi whispers, running his hand through my hair. “Everything is going to be okay.”
“Wh-why do you n-need to strap me in?” I whisper, tears running down my face.
“Just in case you jerk or try to move. It just ensures that nothing bad is going to happen.”
“I don’t like it.” I shake my head. “I don’t like it at all.
I don’t want it on me. I feel trapped, like I am going to be here forever and never be able to leave.
“I'm right here, and I’m not going to leave your side.” Papi sits down next to me. “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
Brunkils starts applying something cold just below my collarbone. I flinch and try to pull away, but the straps keep me in place.
“You’re okay. It’s just the numbing cream, that’s all. Everything is okay,” Brunkils explains as he puts more on.
“Papi, please,” I beg.
“You’re okay. Everything is okay. Im right here.”
Brunkils stops spreading the numbing cream and goes to wash his hands. “We’ll let this sit for a couple of minutes and then we can get started. Do you want to see the design?”
I look at Papi, waiting for him to respond.
“He’s talking to you,” Papi gently says.
“Oh.”
“It’s his name, but I thought you might want to see it before it’s going on your body.”
I nod and turn toward him.
Reakrid is beautifully written in cursive on a piece of paper.
“Reekrid?” I say.
Papi chuckles. “Close. Reakrid, but you will only call me Papi.”
“Reakrid,” I repeat.
“Papi.”
“Reakrid.”
“Papi. Say my real name one more time and your bottom will be hot while you get the tattoo.”
I clench my bottom and shut my mouth. He isn’t playing fair at all. “No fair,” I whisper.
Papi grabs my chin. “Sometimes life isn’t fair, and we have to deal with that. This is one of those instances. You will not call me by my first name at all. It’s Papi and will always be Papi to you.”
I push out my bottom lip and sigh. It seems like everything is not going in my favor. Will I ever get my way?
“Put that lip away. You have nothing to pout over.” Papi taps my lip.
“I do, too!” I yell. “I have a lot of things to pout over!”
“Like what?”
I open and close my mouth several times. You know when someone asks you to give examples and your brain goes blank? That’s exactly what is happening to me even though I’ve come up with reasons before.
“Well?” Papi asks.
“Seems like she doesn’t have anything,” Brunkils chimes in.
I turn and glare at him. “I do, too!”
“Are you going to answer his question then?” Brunkils asks, setting everything up.
Taking a deep breath, I look away as he puts some ink into a little cup.
“Poliki Sanki?” Papi runs his hand through my hair.
“You gave me rules when I didn’t want any! You also told me I can’t call you by your name. What about the fact that I have to wear a diaper, and I don’t want to. Everything is against me, so I think I get to pout.”
Papi smiles and runs his hands through my hair again. “So precious.”
“No.”
“Yes, Aliki. You are so precious to me. We’ve talked about the rules, diapers, and now the names. It is the way of life on this planet, and you live on it now. You have lived on it for a while.”
“But I didn’t know all of those things.” I pout.
Papi taps my lip. “But now you do. I’m being lenient right now. I could be a hard Papi and spank your bottom every single time you do something wrong, but I haven’t.”
“But you have,” I whisper.
“I have not. Do not try to make me out to be the bad guy. I spanked your bottom when you walked on your own after I told you not to. You broke one of the rules,” Papi explains. “I haven’t spanked your bottom for calling me by my first name. Or when you complained about wearing a diaper several times. I could have, but I didn’t. I know it’s hard to adjust to this, and I am trying to give you time and be patient, but nothing is going to change.”
“No bathroom at all?” I whisper, it finally sinking in.
Papi cups my face. “No toilets.”
Tears pool in my eyes, and as I blink, they run down my face. No bathroom. I’m never going to be able to sit down and pee in peace. I’ll have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life and go in that.
“It’s not as bad as you are making it,” Papi says.
“How?” I wail. “How is it not as bad as I am apparently making it?”
Am I really going to live like this for the rest of my life?
“Sure, it might be weird at first that you have rules, there aren’t any bathrooms, and you will get punished, but think about everything else,” he says.
“Think about everything else?” I ask. “What is there to think about?”
“How amazing your life is going to be. No more working to exhaustion, being taken care of, adored, loved, watched over. When was the last time you felt cared for, loved?”
I look away. Sure, when he puts it that way, he does have a point, but will I be able to forget about everything else?
“Just take it a day at a time, Poliki Sanki.” Papi cups my face, bringing it back to him. “I’m not asking you to be okay with everything from day one. That is super unrealistic. I know it’s going to take time to get used to everything and be okay with it.”
That is an understatement. Will I ever get used to it?
“Now, can I call Brunkils back in to do the tattoo?” Papi asks as he lets go of my face.
I look around and realize Brunkils is no longer in the room. When did he leave?
“Aliki, he left when he saw the conversation going very serious. He wanted to give us some privacy,” Papi explains.
“Okay,” I whisper.
The thought of getting his name tattooed below my collarbone still doesn’t sit right with me, but I don’t really have a choice.
Tradition.
Papi has made it clear that we will not be going against tradition.
“Brunkils!” Papi yells. “You can come in now.”
The door opens and he comes back in, giving me a smile as he sits right next to me. “I’m going to lay down the seat so I can do this easier. You won’t feel a thing, so don’t worry. If at any point you feel like you do, you let me know and we can put more of the numbing cream on. Understand?”
I nod.
“Words, Poliki Sanki,” Papi reminds me.
I roll my eyes and look at Brunkils. “I understand.”
He moves my chair back so I am lying down, still strapped to it.
“You are going to hear the tattoo gun, but don’t be afraid. You aren’t going to feel a thing.”
I close my eyes and open my hand, searching for something to grab onto.
“I’m right here. I told you I wasn’t going to leave, and I promised,” Papi whispers, grabbing my hand and giving a little squeeze.
Gripping his hand, I hear the tattoo gun turn on, and I hold my breath. Shit. This is really about to happen.
“Take a breath for Papi,” he whispers. “Come on, Poliki Sanki. Take a breath for me.”
I continue to hold my breath as Brunkils takes hold my shoulder with a free hand.
“Please,” I whisper, my lungs screaming at me for air.
“Breathe,” Papi begs. “Just breathe for me.” Papi grabs hold of my face and gently rubs my cheeks. “Look at Papi. Look at Papi right now.”
I open my eyes and immediately see his.
“Such a good girl. My good Poliki Sanki. Follow Papi. Take a breath in. Hold. Now slowly let it out. Good girl. Let’s do it again. Breath in. Hold and slowly let it out.”
I slowly start relaxing as I continue to look into his eyes.
“You are my brave Poliki Sanki,” Papi praises. “You did such an amazing job.”
Did? What is he talking about?
“All done,” Brunkils announces. “You did really well, Mika.”
Papi lets go of my face, and I turn toward Brunkils. The tattoo gun is resting on the little tray beside him.
Brunkils holds up a mirror in front of me, and I immediately find the tattoo just below my collarbone.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Beautiful,” Papi says. “Just like you.”
I continue to stare at the tattoo through the mirror. It looks so elegant and simple on my skin.
“It will take a couple of days to heal. Don’t touch it,” Brunkils says. “You can stare at it as much as you want. I actually suggest you stare at it, so it reminds you of your Papi. Do you like it?”
I nod, not able to look away from it. I didn’t feel a thing. How is that possible?
“The numbing cream we have perfected so you won’t be able to feel a thing. By the time it wears off, it won’t ache or cause you any pain. If it does, you come right back here, and I’ll put a little more on.”
“Thank you, Brunkils.”
He takes away the mirror, and I’m forced to look at him.
“Your Papi knows how to take care of it, so follow what he says. If anything goes wrong or you want more tattoos, you come and see me.” Brunkils gives me a smile. “You did absolutely amazing. Be proud.”
“Thank you, Brunkils. I really appreciate you fitting us in today.” Papi shakes his hand.
“Are you ready for yours?” Brunkils asks.
“Yes,” Papi replies.
I watch as he quickly tattoos under Papi’s collarbone, and I gasp. He does it without any numbing cream.
“No cream?” I whisper.
“No cream. I’ve got other tattoos, and this is just a little tickle.” Papi smiles as Brunkils finishes the tattoo. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
“I’ll have some more ink to you in a couple of days.”
Papi picks me up and holds me close to him as he leaves the room.
“It was nice meeting you, Mika! Take care and listen to your Papi.” He waves at me as Papi exits the house.
“Can you wave back?” Papi asks.
I give a tiny wave before pushing my head into Papi’s chest, tucking my arms to my chest.
“I’ll let you get away with it now, but next time we come out, you won’t be able to hide.” Papi rubs my back.
“Don’t wanna,” I mumble.
“I know you don’t want to, but you aren’t going to be able to hide forever. I’m not going to allow you to hide forever.”
“Nakey.”
“You are partially naked. You have a diaper on, and that’s all you need right now,” Papi says. “Some days I may allow you to wear a shirt, but for right now you aren’t allowed to.”
I whine and push my face further into his chest. I don’t want to be naked in front of everyone. “Papi,” I whine.
“You’re okay,” he consoles me. “I will be with you every second.”
I don’t think that is going to make it any better. Will it? I am still going to be naked in front of people.
“I have two people I want you to meet,” Papi says as he maneuvers me around.
I’m facing outward, fully on display as Papi holds me against him.
“Papi!”
“You’re okay.”
“No, Papi!” I raise my voice as he continues to heading toward his house.
What is he doing? Why is he holding me like this? Why won’t he let me hide away in his arms until we get inside?
“I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen.”
Nothing? I am on full display for everyone to look at. “Papi!” I yell. “Please, Papi.”
As we make our way down the sidewalk, more and more Dagmon men emerge from their houses and look directly at us. How many are there?
“Rox is a friend, and he makes the numbing cream Brunkils put on your skin. He has had his Poliki Sanki for a couple of months now,” Papi explains. “When he found out I was picking my girl, he wanted to meet up so you two could meet and be friends.”
I shake my head. “I don’t wanna.”
“But you are. She is excited to meet you. Apparently, you two know each other.”
I frown. I didn’t talk to many people at the compound while I was there. I tried to keep to myself since I had much work to do and so little time.
“If you want to be there for only a couple of minutes, that is fine. Rox and his girl will understand.”
“What is her name?” Curiosity bubbles inside me.
“I can’t remember but it starts with an A.”
I slump into Papi’s embrace. Does he really not know, or is he keeping it from me?
“I promise, Poliki Sanki, that I don’t know. I can see you thinking really hard. Rox told me the name when he first brought her here, but I haven’t seen her yet,” Papi explains.
Now I feel bad for thinking he is keeping it from me.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“You’re okay,” Papi says. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and you’re still getting used to things.”
That is an understatement. Everything is so hard to grasp.
“We’re here.” Papi steps up to a random house. “Are you ready?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think I am.”
Papi turns me around and holds me close. “Take a deep breath for me. Good girl. I will be with you every second. I’m not going to leave your side.”
I snuggle into his embrace and relax. Feeling his skin up against mine does wonders.
“Ready now?”
“No.”
“You’re going to be okay,” Papi says as he knocks on the door.
He turns me back around so that I am facing the front door. I should be embarrassed at how he is holding me. A baby with one hand in between my crotch, holding me.
“Reakrid!” a man exclaims as he opens the door. “And you must be Mika.”
I stare at him, not knowing what to do. How does he know my name?
“I told him, Poliki Sanki,” Papi whispers in my ear.
“Come in!” Rox opens the door further.
Papi enters the house, holding me tightly against him. Rox’s house looks exactly like ours, but the walls are a light shade of pink.
“Mika!” someone yells. “I thought I was never going to see you again!”
When I turn my head, I see Ashley running toward me, wearing only a diaper.
“No running!” Rox reminds her. “Do I need to spank your bottom?”
Ashley looks down. “No, Papi, you don’t. I just got excited to see her.”
“I know you did, Aliki but we have that rule for a reason.”
“Stupid rule, if you ask me,” I mumble.
Papi maneuvers my body so my bottom is exposed and swats me several times.
Yelling, I struggle in his arms. “Papi!”
“It is not a stupid rule, and you know it.”
I slump into his chest as he holds me against him.
“Mika!” Ashely yells, standing right in front of Papi and me.
“Inside voice, Ashley,” Rox says.
“Papi. Let me down.” I push against the arm holding me.
“Are you going to behave?” Papi asks.
“Papi!”
“Answer me. Will you behave?”
I cross my arms. “Yes.”
“Yes, Papi.”
Signing, I turn my head and look at him. “Yes, Papi.”
He gently sets me down on the floor, and I immediately get up and wrap my arms around Ashley.
“I’ve missed you!” Ashley mumbles. “How are you?”
I pull away and give her a smile before turning to Papi.
“Can we talk somewhere private?” I ask.
“There are no secrets between us,” Papi reminds me, “but you girls can sit here in the living room while Rox and I are in the kitchen. We’ll still be able to see you, so no standing or walking. If you need anything, call out.”
I nod and sit on the ground. I don’t want another sore bottom…yet. Part of me wants to feel his hands on my bottom again, making me feel all tingly and needy, but that is wrong. I shouldn’t feel this way about it.
Papi kisses my forehead right as Rox kisses Ashley’s. We both stay silent as they go to the kitchen. Papi waves at me, and I smile. Can they still hear us?
“How are you? When did you get picked?” Ashley leans toward me.
“I got picked a week ago. It is definitely different than what I thought it was going to be,” I whisper. “So different.”
“It is but it’s honestly amazing. The first week was a struggle, but I’ve loved it so far.”
Rox’s name is tattooed below Ashley’s right collarbone. I shudder as I remember the sound of the tattoo gun.
“Amazing to pee yourself?” I scrunch up my nose.
“You’ll get over that bit. It was a struggle, and sometimes still is, but it beats having a catheter in and not having a choice to pee or not.” Ashley shrugs. “I did struggle with that a lot, but it’s not going to change. It’s never going to change, so I just have accepted it.”
“Have you accepted being naked all the time?”
“It’s hard and weird in the beginning, but it does get better. People will look, but they aren’t staring at your boobs. And every once in a while, we get to wear shirts or a dress.”
“But not a lot.”
Ashley nods. “Not a lot. But this is how they live, so it’s normal. We are now part of their lives, their world, and it’s normal for us, too.”
“But it’s not,” I point out.
“It is. We are never returning to Earth. This is our home now, which means it’s normal for us.”
I sigh and close my eyes. Has anyone fought this harder? Can we change it if all of us go against them? Probably not. They are the Papis, and we aren’t.
“I just say accept it. It’s going to be hard some days, but it will get easier.” Ashley grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Has he treated you well?”
I nod.
“Has he given you amazing orgasms?”
My cheeks burn.
“Has he?” she asks.
“Yes,” I mumble.
“Has he treated you like a princess?”
“Yes.”
“Has he spanked you?”
I shake my head.
“Don’t lie!” She giggles. “Has he?”
“Yes, he has.”
Ashley leans forward. “And how did that make you feel?”
“Not great in the moment. My bottom was on fire, but I guess I was turned on after or thinking back at it I feel turned on.”
“Good. And he takes care of you, right? Gives you all the snuggles you want, feeds you, loves you.”
“We haven’t had sex,” I mumble.
“Do I want to have sex with him? How could I not? I feel the pull between us. I want to feel his cock enter me.”
“You are in for a surprise,” Ashley whispers. “You’re probably going to freak out a little, but it’s going to feel so amazing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “What is the surprise?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see. I can’t ruin it for you. But just know, it feels absolutely amazing.”
I blink several times, trying to process the information while also trying to figure out what she is talking about.
“Is it bad?”
“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’. “It’s amazing. You’ll love it.”
I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, Papi is standing right next to me.
“It’s time to go, Poliki Sanki. You need a nap,” Papi says.
“Do I have to?” I whine.
“Yes, Aliki. Naps are important. Ashley will also be taking a nap. Say bye.” Papi picks me up.
“Bye, Ashley.” I wave.
“You’ll see her soon. Don’t worry.”
Papi wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead as he heads out the door.
“I love you,” Papi whispers. “I love you so much.”
A little part of me wants to say it back to him, but do I really love him, or do I just love that he takes care of me? Something I haven’t had in a while.
That is the real question.