Chapter 7 #2
I lift her up and kiss her forehead. “Everything I do will always be with your best interest in mind. Rules are meant to keep you safe. Breaking them will land you over my knees to teach you a lesson. Diapering you and feeding you are how I show you my love. Your pierced nipples will show everyone around that you are loved.” I lean closer to her face again.
“Piercing your clit will constantly stimulate your pussy, make you squirm, and give you an endless supply of pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papi,” she whispers.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to teach you another lesson before we get clearance to head home.”
She licks her lips, eyes wide with uneasy anticipation.
“I’m going to spank you. Not because you’ve misbehaved but so that we’ll both know how you react to that sort of punishment.”
She clenches in my lap. “How about if I just agree to be good?”
I chuckle. “Spankings aren’t always for discipline.
In fact, for many Little girls spankings are cathartic and enjoyable.
Some Little girls misbehave on purpose because they crave having their bottoms swatted.
Others prefer not to break rules. Instead they simply ask their Papis to spank them when they feel the urge. ”
Bailey blinks several times. “That makes no sense.”
“It does. You’ll see.” I lean her back in my arms so I can open her diaper. Before removing it, I close the tiny valve on her catheter so her urine won’t leak out.
She whimpers adorably as I turn her over so her tummy is on my thighs. I spread my legs to help her balance better. “Reach your hands to the small of your back, Little one.”
She does as she’s told. I’m impressed that she’s not arguing.
She’s intrigued and curious. She wants to know what it will feel like to be spanked as much as I want to test her reactions.
I wasn’t kidding. All Little girls are different.
I’d like to know how Bailey will react before we take off.
It will give me six months to ponder how spanking is going to fit into our lives or even if it is at all.
For some Littles, spanking is not an option.
I wouldn’t want her to be traumatized. Like I told her, everything we do will be with her best interest in mind. Including discipline.
I clasp her wrists at the small of her back and rub her bottom with my free hand. “Try to relax, Little one. It will hurt more if your bottom is tense.”
“I don’t think I can relax, Papi. This might be the craziest thing I’ve ever consented to in my life. Crazier than the dare to go into the club in the first place.”
I chuckle. “You didn’t consent to this, Baby girl. I’m going to spank you right now whether or not you want me to.”
“Good point.” She slumps over my thighs with a dramatic sigh.
There is nothing prettier in the universe than my mate’s body, both the front and the back. I’m enjoying looking at her bottom, and I can’t wait to see it all pink and heated.
After lifting my palm, I land the first swat. I go easy, not wanting her to panic or cry out in pain. She may or may not enjoy a long hard spanking occasionally, but I will always build up the intensity, giving her time to mentally adjust.
When she doesn’t try to buck off my lap, I swat her three more times, switching back and forth between cheeks. Then I rub her smooth skin. “How does that feel, Little mate?”
“Uhhh. Kind of weird.”
“Weird good or weird bad?” I can’t help but smile.
“Umm…”
“How about if I give you a few more? Yeah?”
“Okay.” Her voice is soft.
I spank her several more times, increasing the pressure, making her pretty bottom turn a lovely shade of pink. As I swat her, she stiffens slightly, and when I stop, she goes limp again. She’s breathing heavily.
“Can I give you four more and make them harder, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
Pleased with her reactions, I deliver four last swats, each one resounding louder in the small room. Her skin is now hot pink, and my girl squeezes her thighs together, moaning.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
I spank the back of her thighs. “Open your legs, naughty girl.”
“Papi…”
I spank her again. “Now, Little one. Knees wide.”
She parts her legs, the position awkward with me still holding her wrists.
Reaching between her thighs, I find her soaked. Without giving her a chance to think about it, I thrust two fingers into her pussy and scissor them so that she’s stretched farther than I’ve allowed so far.
Bailey lifts her head and cries out. “Papi…”
I flick the closed catheter with my thumb, which causes her to groan low and deep. “Ohgodohgod… Papi, please…”
I’m growing rather fond of this catheter.
It’s very stimulating to my Little mate.
I might want to learn to put one in her myself so I can occasionally torment her.
The tube serves multiple purposes. It’s keeping her aware of her urethra which is obviously arousing.
It’s also very controlling. She doesn’t get to choose to pee.
If I open it, she’s forced to leak into her diaper constantly.
If I close it, she’s forced to endure her bladder filling.
I would never leave her catheter closed for more than a short while. That would be dangerous, but forcing her to keep it closed while I spanked her probably increased her arousal significantly.
Removing my fingers, I release her arms and lift her off my lap to stand her between my legs.
She sways, undoubtedly dizzy from the sudden change of position. She might have a bit of a head rush. She’s also trembling with need from being edged and denied.
My girl gasps. “Papi…”
I hold her steady with one hand on her hip and cup her face with the other. “Spread your legs, Little one.”
Bailey whimpers, but she obeys me.
“Wider.” She’s trapped between my legs, but she has plenty of room to part her feet under my thighs.
“Good girl. Look at Papi.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust. She’s panting and trembling. Her hands come to my thighs, and she holds on to me, struggling to keep her balance.
“You liked having your bottom spanked, didn’t you, Baby girl?”
Her cheeks turn red as she bites her bottom lip.
“Tell Papi the truth. It felt good for my palm to swat your pretty bottom. It vibrated through your pussy and made it difficult for you to focus on the sting on your smooth cheeks, didn’t it?”
She releases her lips and murmurs, “Yes, Sir.”
I slide my hand down from her face to reach between her legs. The only thing I touch is the few inches of tubing extending from her tiny pee hole. I flick it over and over, making it sway.
Bailey tips her head back and moans. She’s so wet that some of her arousal drips onto my fingers even though I’m making no contact with her pussy. It’s the sexiest thing ever.
“The catheter turns you on, Little girl. You can feel the nerves extending from your clit, wrapping around your urethra, vibrating against the tube every time I jiggle it.”
Her fingertips dig into my thighs. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers barely loud enough to hear. She’s embarrassed, and that embarrassment is fueling her arousal.
“There are so many things you didn’t know about yourself, Little one. We will discover them together. We have centuries to do so. You will learn to submit to Papi’s will and obey me. Why is that, Baby girl?”
She swallows. “Because it feels so good, Papi.”
I smile. “That’s right. Such a good girl.” I lower my lips to hers and kiss her.