Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Six months later…
Crogor
“Arms up, Baby girl. Grab the bar.”
Allisa shakes her head as she twists it to the side so she doesn’t have to look at me. I try not to laugh when she acts petulant like this. It’s adorable, and I don’t care if she’s bratty for the rest of her life. It’s entertaining.
Plus, I always win.
Because I’m the Papi, and what I say is final.
We’ve been home two weeks. She’s hardly spoken, which the doctors say is normal, especially since I made the executive decision to let her become addicted to the pacifier. By the time she awoke from six months in stasis, she was loath to relinquish it for any reason.
It hadn’t occurred to me when I chose this option that it would later work in my favor. It’s her currency. If I want her to do something, all I have to do is take away the pacifier and keep it until she obeys my orders.
This morning, we’re doing exercises. She doesn’t like them. And that’s too bad.
She whines as I set the pacifier on top of a high dresser where she can see it mocking her. She’s on her back in the middle of the floor in her nursery, lying on a soft pink blanket. I’ve set an A-frame over the top of her, straddling her body. It’s a sturdy metal that won’t tip in any direction.
For two weeks, I’ve had toys dangling from it. They were meant to help her regain her fine motor skills. I’ve given her tasks every morning and afternoon. Each time I take away her pacifier, she has to accomplish what I specify in order to earn it back.
At first, her job was to bat at the toys. Then we moved to grabbing them and holding on. After that came more specific assignments like twisting or squeezing. Today, the toys are gone. She needs to reach for the bar itself and pull her body up.
Allisa is strong enough to do so. She’s just stubborn.
Once again, cute.
She crosses her arms over her chest and makes a dramatic humph.
I lift one of her legs and swat the back of her thigh with the small crop I’ve started carrying around in my pocket. “Tits, naughty girl,” I remind her.
She struggles to keep her hands away from her nipples. Most of the time it’s not a conscious choice. It’s not that she’s playing with them. She’s not masturbating. She just forgets. But I intend to train her to consciously keep her hands away from her breasts.
It’s customary for Eleadians to insist our Little girls not touch their sensitive nipples, which is more important after their little buds are pierced. That’s when the real challenge begins.
Allisa yelps at the sting across the back of her leg, but she also lowers her arms to her sides and pushes out her bottom lip. She lifts one hand toward the dresser and whimpers as she opens and closes her fist, her silent way of asking for that pacifier.
I’m certain other Papis would be driven mad by this behavior, but not me. I’m fascinated by her dependence on the substitute teat and what she’s willing to do to get it.
The only word she’s uttered since we arrived is no. That’s about to change, too. She will not manipulate me. I’m in charge. So far, I’ve kept my daily instructions to a minimum, giving her time to regain her energy and strength, but Chadka assures me it’s time to get firm.
Another thing I haven’t done since we arrived home is pleasure her. That’s about to change today, too. We have a lot to accomplish this morning.
I lift one of Allisa’s hands and wrap a soft cuff around her wrist.
She whines as I do the same to her other arm.
Next, I lift them one at a time and attach the cuffs to the bar above her. The A-frame is situated so that it’s at the exact height for her arms to be stretched almost straight.
“Wrap your hands around the bar, naughty girl. I want you to pull yourself up five times. After that, you’ll lift your legs to the bar five times. We’re going to do five sets before we move to the next task.”
She shakes her head.
I ignore her and continue, “After the physical exercises, we’ll work on your voice.”
Allisa stubbornly lets her arms hang from the bar by her wrists, not even attempting to touch it.
I have more than the pacifier in my arsenal. She’s in for a rough day if she thinks she can outlast my determination. She cannot.
I’ve spoken privately with both Thabo and Chadka. They gave me plenty of ideas to help nudge a stubborn Little girl. They also pointed out that human females are not used to being around people who are as even-tempered as Eleadians.
It’s baffling to them how calm we Papis can remain under any circumstances. Apparently Little girls have a tendency to test their Papis, sometimes for weeks, making sure our love is unconditional and unwavering.
It’s understandable. Allisa is on an unfamiliar planet, living a lifestyle she never imagined possible with a man she technically met two weeks ago. She’s one hundred percent dependent on me to keep her safe and ensure she has a full belly and a clean diaper. That would be daunting in any universe.
Time to open my bag of tricks, so to speak.
I reach for Allisa’s diaper, open the sides, and remove it from her. There’s a pee pad under the soft blanket, so if she has an accident, it will be easy to clean up.
She scowls at me.
It’s difficult to keep a straight face as I grab the spreader bar I use on her when she’s sleeping.
It’s specially designed to attach to her ankles in a way that forces her to sleep with her knees bent, her thighs wide, and her heels facing each other.
The bar is heavy, which prevents her from lifting her legs.
As I planned, I’m training her to sleep in this position. There’s a matching bar I use for her wrists. It helps her remember to keep her hands above her head. It, too, is heavy, which makes it not worth her while to lift her arms while she’s asleep.
I used both of these devices while she was in stasis, attaching them to her for a few hours at a time, gradually increasing that interval so that she arrived on Eleadia not only dependent on the pacifier and able to instinctively take a bottle, but also trained to sleep in a very vulnerable and open position.
I don’t know of any other Papi who has used such a device or insisted on teaching their Little girl to obey such a request, but this is my Baby girl, and we don’t have to follow the exact same rules as other households.
Allisa groans as I attach the bar to her ankles, forcing her to feel extremely vulnerable. Her pussy is exposed, and her arms are stretched above her head.
She arches and squirms when I set my palms on her inner thighs, using my thumbs to part her labia.
“Do you think your Papi doesn’t have about a hundred ways to make you do as you’re told, Baby girl?”
“Humph.”
Fuck, she’s cute.
It’s time to up the ante. She has no idea what’s up my sleeve. The first thing I do is stroke a finger through her wetness and circle her clit.
Allisa gasps, her eyes widening. She wiggles, trying to buck me by lifting her hips. Any movement on her part is awkward with the spreader bar on her ankles.
I’m impressed by her firm resolve, but she will not outwit me.
The next item I grab is the thin pink vibrator. I turn it on and run it up the inside of her leg.
Allisa lifts her hips up and down, trying to squirm away. The effort she’s making is doing as much to help her get stronger as the pullups I’ve demanded. She’s working every core muscle in her attempts to throw me off.
Keeping the vibrator on the lowest setting, I tease the sides of her lower lips.
Allisa whines and twists, trying to escape the contact.
“Hands on the bar, naughty girl,” I remind her.
When she doesn’t comply, I drag the tip of the vibrator to her entrance and ease it into her body.
My girl cries out, her voice delightful as it echoes all through the house. It’s the first time she’s made any attempt at something more than a whispered no. A good sign. At least I know she can scream if she wants to.
I drag the toy in and out of her, not giving her enough contact with her G-spot, nor allowing her to have the pink shaft as deep as she craves. She’s so frustrated that she will eventually cave to my bidding.
After pulling the evil toy out of her, I press it against the base of her clit.
Allisa screams in frustration.
I only allow her to feel the pleasure for a few seconds before taking it away. “Do you want more, Baby girl?”
Her head rolls back and forth. She’s so defiant it’s impressive.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I coo. “So pink and wet for me. I bet you’re desperate for release, huh, Little girl?”
No response. Not surprising. Nothing but writhing and moaning.
“Hands on the bar,” I repeat calmly. We can do this all day.
“Pee-pee. Diaper,” she cries out.
Words. That’s good. But they won’t work to manipulate me.
“I know you just wet your diaper, naughty girl. I also know you’re capable of controlling your bladder.
We can work on diaper dependency next, but right now, you can’t convince me you’re not capable of holding it in.
” I lean over her. She refuses to meet my gaze, but I look at her anyway.
“And, Baby girl, I will always put a pee pad under you just in case, so I don’t mind a bit if you urinate all over yourself.
It will simply reinforce my belief that you thrive under a deeper level of regression. ”
She pouts. “Binky.”
“You may have your pacifier back after you do your exercises. And you may not do them half-assed. I will count the reps. I won’t include any that aren’t acceptable.”
Now that her arousal has ebbed, I slide the vibrator into her pussy again.
Fuck, she’s tight. The only time I penetrated her was with my finger, and that was six months ago.
Her channel has returned to its tightened state.
I’ll need to work on stretching her for some time before I’ll be able to fully claim her with my aching cock.
Allisa moans. “Papi…” That word is music to my ears.
“Hands on the bar,” I demand firmly.
She finally reaches up to wrap her fists around the pole, gripping it tightly.
“That’s a good girl.” I continue to tease her with the vibrator, letting it slide slowly in and out. It’s not enough to get her off. I know this because I can scent her arousal. “Pull yourself up five times.”
She groans as though I’ve asked her to dig a ditch behind the house, but she manages to lift her body sufficiently three of the five times.
“That’s three. Two more.”
Pouting, she gives me two more.
“Good girl. Now, since you needed Papi to use this spreader bar on your legs, we’ll have to modify that exercise. You won’t be able to lift your legs all the way up with the heavy weight, but I want you to lift them until the bar touches my hand. Five reps.”
I hold my palm out a few inches from the bar. It’s a good exercise. The bar isn’t meant to be so heavy that she can’t move at all. It’s only weighted enough to prevent her from bringing her legs together or straightening them in her crib. It’s a training device.
Allisa grunts as she lifts her legs. “Too hard, Papi,” she complains. I’ll take it. At least she’s talking, even if it is to argue.
“It’s not too hard, naughty girl. Do it again. Four more.”
“Meanie,” she mutters as she uses her abs and even her arms to help her lift her feet a few inches off the floor.
After four more leg lifts, I reward her by tucking my head under the bar and flicking my tongue over her clit until she comes.
My girl is loud, screaming her release. I think she’s shocked that I let her orgasm.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, rubbing my hands on her inner thighs. “Did you forget how nice it feels when Papi lets you come?”
She shakes her head.
“Your exercises are important, Allisa. You need to gain all your strength back.”
“Why?” she sasses. “It’s not like you’re going to let me walk.”
I chuckle. “Your strength is important for your safety, naughty girl. And when you’re done with your exercises, I’m going to spank your bottom for being so insolent. Now, start the next repetition of five when you’re ready.”