Chapter 6
SIX
I’m groggy as I wake and push to sitting. My hair is a tangled mess around me. I need a comb. I need some bands so I can braid it.
I need to not be locked in a kennel.
I realize I’m still sucking the pacifier, and I yank it out and set it on the mattress. Luckily, I can sit upright in here, but I don’t have enough room to move around, and I’m trapped.
Pulling the blanket around me to cover my nudity, I start to panic. Seconds later, the door to the room opens, and Julan hurries into the room.
He’s smiling as he squats next to my kennel and opens the door. “You slept well, Little pet?”
“I think so. Do you have a comb and some bands for my hair?” I need something normal.
“I’m sure I can find something that will work.” He reaches for my leash. “Heel, Little pet.” He points to the spot next to his leg.
I’m gripping the blanket, hoping he’ll let me keep it, but I can’t crawl on all fours and hold on to it.
“Leave the blanket, naughty girl,” he orders, his voice stern.
Dropping it, I sigh and crawl out. “Can I have clothes?”
He grips my chin and tips my head back. “Perhaps someday in the future. Not now. You are my pet, and I like looking at your body.”
“Do your women go naked all the time?”
He narrows his gaze. “That is not relevant. You are my pet. You will wear what I allow and nothing more. Would you like to argue further?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good, now come.” He swipes his palm up to his chest. “Let’s see what we can do about your hair, and then you need to be fed again.”
He stands, holding the leash, forcing me to crawl alongside him.
He leads me into an attached room. I realize immediately it’s a bathroom.
Now I know why I can’t use the toilet. It’s enormous and way too far off the ground.
I would need a stool with several steps to get to it, and then I would run the risk of falling into it.
Everything in the bathroom is too high and too large.
Daddy drags a chair to the middle of the room before lifting me to sit facing the back. “Spread your legs wide, Little pet.”
I’m confused. Why does he want me to sit backward on the chair? But I part my legs as he settles me on my padded bottom.
“Lean your forehead against the back of the chair, Little pet.”
I don’t know what’s happening, but I continue to obey.
My breath hitches when Daddy lifts my hand and cuffs my wrist to one of the rings on the side of my collar. He does the same on the other wrist before securing the front ring to the middle rung of the chair.
“Daddy?”
“Sit still. I don’t want you to fall while I work the tangles out of your hair.”
I sigh and let my forehead rest heavily against the chair. I don’t like being restrained. It’s not natural. I think he’s going overboard to test me or prove that he’s in charge.
What I do like is having him comb through the tangles in my hair. It takes a long time, but he’s very patient and doesn’t pull too hard. When he’s done, he divides it into three parts and efficiently braids it down my back.
I’m surprised, and I twist the tiny bit I’m capable of to look at him while he secures the end with a band.
“How do you know how to braid hair?” I stiffen and sit taller, a strange panic seizing me.
Before he can respond, I ask two follow-up questions.
“How many pets have you had? What happened to the others?”
He frowns for a moment before chuckling. “You’re my first pet. I’ve never even had a furry pet. And to answer your first question, I watched a tutorial while you were sleeping.”
My eyes widen. “You did?”
“Of course. I told you I intend to take care of you. It was obvious that would include taming not just your mind but your hair.” He taps my nose before releasing my neck and then my wrists.
He lifts me onto the floor, lowering me to my hands and knees. He’s right about the leash. It’s heavy. If he makes me drag it, I will be straining to keep my head up.
“How is your head, Little pet? Is it getting easier to hold it up?”
“I think so, but not with this giant chain,” I retort, unable to keep the sass out of my tone.
“The leash is good for you, naughty girl. It will help strengthen your neck muscles. Heel. I expect you to stay by my side at all times.” Yet again, he points to the floor next to him.
I think he’s training me to obey hand signals.
I know humans taught signals to dogs on Earth. This feels similar. “Good girl. Come.”
I have to crawl fast to keep up with him. His legs are long. I would have to jog to stay by him even if I were on two legs. On my hands and knees, it’s impossible.
When we reach the kitchen, I wait by his side while he prepares a bottle, and then I follow him to the huge chair he held me in earlier. I’m relieved, thinking he will lift me onto his lap, but he doesn’t.
Daddy sets the bottle on the table again and leans forward, his elbows on his knees.
“You need to learn some basic commands, Little pet. I have a coworker coming over this afternoon for a meeting. I want you to impress him. You’re one of the first humans to have been brought to Venkoria.
Others will be jealous. You’ll be on your best behavior, understood? ”
I narrow my eyes at him.
He lifts his brow. “If that look crosses your face while my coworker is here, you’ll be punished and put in your kennel for the rest of the day with no blanket. The mattress on the bottom is a luxury, too, naughty girl. I can take it away and make you sit in there on the hard base.”
I swallow. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“I thought so. Do you think you can learn some simple commands quickly?” His voice is off. He’s teasing me. But he’s also serious.
“Let’s see. We’ve already covered heel and come. Anytime I get up, I’ll command you to heel, and I expect you to rise onto all fours at my side. I’ll use the hand motion of pointing at the floor next to my side.”
I try to control my expression.
He continues. “When I say come, I’ll bring my palm up to my chest. You’ll trot alongside me. In the future, when you’re well trained and able to be left in other rooms, you’ll come when I call you without hesitation.”
I’m breathing heavily as I stare up at him. My heart is racing. I want to argue, but I don’t.
“Are those commands clear, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Good. Let’s go over a few more. When I say sit, I want you to rise onto your knees and lean back, lowering your bottom onto your heels or between them. Try it.” He reaches for my leash and lifts, as if I need the motion to follow his simple demand.
I come up off my hands onto my knees and sit back.
“Good girl. Pull your shoulders back and rest your hands on your thighs.”
I shiver as I follow his instructions. My breasts are bare. If he expects me to sit like this in front of people, I will feel exposed and embarrassed. I’m chilly, so my nipples will be hard. That’s probably his goal.
“The hand motion for that will be my hand palm up in front of you. I’ll lift it slightly.” He demonstrates.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mutter.
Daddy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag. I don’t know what’s in it. Small brown pieces. I can’t identify them. I cock my head as he opens the bag. He puts one tiny piece on his palm and holds it out toward my face.
I lift my gaze, uncertain what he expects me to do.
“It’s a treat, Little pet. When we train pets on Venkoria and they learn a new command, we give them a treat.” He shakes his hand, as if to remind me of the treat.
I lean back, pursing my lips.
He picks it up and taps my lips with it. “I promise you’ll like it.”
I catch the scent of it and even a bit of the taste. It seems sugary. I can’t place it, probably because I’ve never had whatever it is before.
“Try it,” he encourages again.
Reluctantly, I part my lips and let him pop it into my mouth. The flavor surprises me. It’s sweet as I suspected. It melts in my mouth. Delicious. I want another.
“Yeah?”
I lick my lips as if I could get more of it by doing so. “It’s yummy, Daddy.” I eye the bag on his thigh.
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Heel.” He points to the floor.
I shudder as I obey him. As soon as I’m in position, he holds his palm out in front of my mouth with another tasty morsel on it. “Mouth only, Little pet. Pick it up with your tongue.”
I bend my head to take the treat out of his palm with my tongue and purr as I’m reminded how tasty it is.
“Good girl. See? You learn fast. Now, sit.”
I lift onto my knees and rest back on my heels, remembering almost too late to pull my shoulders back and rest my palms on my thighs.
“Good girl.” Another treat rests in his palm.
This time, I eagerly lap it up with my tongue.
Daddy strokes my cheek. “You’ve mastered sit and heel. Do you think you can learn another one?”
The glare I shoot at him could melt glass. He’s testing me, and I’m done with this madness.
Without a word, Daddy lifts me, lowers me over his lap, removes my diaper, holds me down with a hand at the small of my back, and spanks my bottom. He doesn’t warm up. He spanks me hard and fast until I’m crying and pleading with him to stop.
By the time he’s done, I’m exhausted and unable to lift my head from where it hangs over the side of his thigh. My braid is grazing the floor. My nose is running. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and my Daddy has his hand between my legs.
I moan when he touches my pussy. Why must he mix his painful punishments with pleasure? It’s confusing me. My mind is forced to shift from focusing on my anger and the pain to homing in on my now tingling, swollen folds. Was I wet before he stopped spanking me? Maybe. I’m not sure.
He strokes through my folds and taps my clit before pulling his hand away and standing me on my wobbly legs. I don’t think I can hold my body upright, but I don’t need to. He has a hold of me, his tight hands steady around my hips. He meets my gaze. “No more sassy glares, naughty girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My lips tremble. I don’t like his stern tone. I prefer it when he’s sweet and gentle. I’m the one causing him to show me his firm side. It’s my fault. If I could just be good, he wouldn’t have to spank and reprimand me.
It’s so hard to be good, though. His demands are outrageous, and he knows it.
“You’ll learn simple commands because that’s what’s expected of you, Little pet,” he tells me, his voice calmer now. Somewhere in between stern and soft.
“I’m a smart man, Little pet. I’m well aware you have a brain that’s far more advanced than anyone expected.
That doesn’t change the fact that you will earn your privileges.
If you want me to treat you in a way that approximates the life you knew, you will accept my training and start from the basics.
I will not have you running around the house like a wild animal.
You will learn to be respectful at all times.
You will obey my commands. The sooner you start trying and stop scowling, the sooner you will earn more freedom. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Now, are you ready to learn another command?”