Chapter 7
SEVEN
I’m still trembling. My tears have stopped, but there are dried tracks on my cheeks.
I need to be more cooperative. Julan has done nothing to indicate I’m not safe with him.
He has spanked me hard twice, but he hasn’t injured me.
I assume he paid a lot of money for me. I’m an unusual…
pet. He’s not going to risk anything happening to me.
When I behave, he’s so very kind and gentle. I’m the one causing him to discipline me. I can do better. I will earn more freedom. He can’t keep me on my hands and knees like a dog forever. Can he?
“Good. The next command is down. Let’s go through them from the beginning. Heel.”
I drop onto my hands and knees and lift my chin, wincing as I realize I’m already conditioned to accept my treat.
He smiles at me and pats my head before holding the morsel in front of me.
It’s gone too fast. I want more. I almost sit prematurely.
“Careful, Little pet. Wait for my command.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Sit.”
I quickly drop back onto my bottom between my feet, hands palms up on my thighs, shoulders back. I shiver as my nipples pucker. It’s not because I’m cold. It’s because I’m aroused.
My pussy swells and gets wet when he holds his palm out with my next treat. He strokes my cheek again, smiling as it dissolves in my mouth. “That’s my good girl. It feels good to obey Daddy, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Your pussy is soaked, isn’t it, Little pet?”
How does he know? Is my scent that powerful? My face heats. I’d better respond to him. I don’t think he will take kindly to lying either. “Yes, Sir.”
He reaches out and flicks one of my nipples. “I like it when your tits are hard like this. It shows me you’re aroused. Every time they pucker, I can smell your heady scent.”
I’ll never be able to hide my arousal from him, especially if he keeps me naked like this. That unnerves me.
“Such a good girl. See? It’s much nicer to obey Daddy than to be sassy, isn’t it?” He gently pinches my nipple.
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m trying not to pant. It’s hard. I want to lean into him. I don’t dare pull away from his distracting touch.
After stroking my other nipple, he holds out his hand, palm down, and lowers it in front of me. “The next command is down. You’ll lean forward from this seated position, fold your arms, and rest your cheek on your forearms.”
I put my hands out in front of me to help lower myself to the floor, fold my arms, and assume the position. It’s not as uncomfortable as I would have thought. Good thing I’m limber.
“Good girl.” Daddy holds a treat out. This time it rests between the tips of two fingers, making it easier for me to get it with my tongue.
I moan again. Whatever that flavor is, I’m addicted.
“Let’s go through those three commands again, then we’ll add one more. Heel.”
My heart beats faster than it should. In my head, I want to scream at myself for so quickly turning into an obedient pet. The treats are controlling me. If all I’m going to get to eat besides formula are these treats, I’ll live for these moments.
Daddy runs through the three commands again and then strokes my shoulder. “The last command is roll. From this down position, I want you to roll onto your back, grip your bent knees, and hold them open wide.” He makes a circle motion with his pointer.
Heat runs across my face again as I follow his orders. This position is obscene. The only protection I have is my diaper. If it weren’t on, my pussy would be totally exposed.
“That’s it, Little pet. You did so well.” He holds a treat up to my lips, once again with his fingers.
I greedily accept it.
“I’ll usually reserve this position for when you need a diaper change.
I want you to learn to open your legs for me and hold them like this.
You will not close your knees while I change you.
In addition, your diaper changes will always be my decision.
Do not ask me to change you. We do not operate on your timeline.
You are my pet. I make the rules. I will use a cream on your pussy to protect your skin from irritation.
It will be good for you to wear a heavy, wet diaper sometimes.
It will help remind you who is in charge. ”
“Yes, Daddy.” I hope I sound demure.
“Good girl. Heel.”
I release my thighs and scramble into position, my tongue already out when he offers me a treat.
“Good girl.” He reaches under to thumb one of my nipples. “I really like you in this position with your breasts swaying. I’m reluctant to let you stand. It will be a while, and even when I do, you can expect to spend a good portion of your time on all fours because it pleases me.”
“Yes, Sir.” That annoys me, but maybe he’ll change his mind.
Or maybe I’ll get used to obeying him.
“Let’s go over a few more rules while I feed you.” He surprises me when he holds out my bottle, tapping my lips with it while I’m still on all fours. “Tip your head back, Little pet.”
My head is too heavy. It’s a strain.
Daddy spreads his knees and pats the chair between them. “Crawl closer.”
I shuffle into the space.
He lifts the heavy leash and sets it on his thighs. “Better?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” The collar is still annoying, but it’s not as bad as the leash hanging from my neck.
When he brings the nipple to my lips again, I open my mouth and start suckling.
This position is so degrading. I’m his pet.
It’s more blatantly obvious than ever as I tip my head back and suck from the bottle on my hands and knees.
I’ve seen photos and videos of humans feeding baby goats like this on Earth farms. I doubt Daddy has seen such videos, which means this is a universal position used to feed young animals.
Daddy is pleased. He thumbs my cheek. “I’ll go through your rules. I’ll repeat them later and every day for a while until I’m sure you can remember them.”
My mouth is full, which is a good thing. It keeps me from telling him I’m not actually a baby goat and that my memory is fine.
“You’ll stay on all fours on the floor at all times unless I lift you onto a piece of furniture.
Absolutely no climbing on anything, not even chairs or the couch.
You will not go near the stove or oven. You will not open any cabinets or drawers for any reason.
Some items inside are not safe for Little pets.
If I have to, I’ll put locks on everything that can be opened, but since you’ve made it clear you are an intelligent being capable of learning fast, I won’t have to do that, right? ”
I nod and continue sucking.
“Do not go into the bathroom without me. You won’t be going anywhere without me for a while, but when I give you more freedom, you still will not enter that room alone.”
I hold his gaze so he knows I’m listening. And I am. I certainly don’t want to give him any reason to think I’m too stupid to remember rules.
“No more sassing Daddy. Your bottom isn’t the only part of your body I can spank. If you roll those pretty eyes or use that naughty tone with me, I will swat your nipples so fast you will not see it coming.”
My breath hitches around the bottle. Swat my nipples? Heavens. My body shudders violently, and the traitorous little buds pucker at the thought. How embarrassing.
Daddy lifts a brow. “I believe you need a demonstration so you’ll know how painful it is to have your tender tits spanked.
I’ll do that in a minute. Then you will sit politely while my coworker is here.
Your throbbing titties will give you something to think about while I’m in my meeting.
I suspect you’ll have a new attitude about sassing Daddy by the time this day is over. ”
I whimper. The threat of having my nipples spanked makes me so nervous that I suck slower to put it off.
Daddy grips my braid and pulls my head back farther. “Finish your bottle, naughty girl.”
I suck the rest down quickly.
Daddy removes it, sets it on the end table, and opens a small drawer to pull something out. It looks evil.
“This is a crop,” he tells me, thumbing the part at the end that flops back and forth. It’s a one-inch square. I think it’s leather. It’s attached to a stick. Daddy lifts the stick and brings the end down on his palm.
I flinch. That was loud. In a second, a raised red square appears on his skin.
“Sit, Little pet, and I want you facing the room.”
I spin around and lower to my bottom between my feet. My arms shake as I force myself to keep them in my lap and pull my shoulders back.
Daddy squats in front of me. Without another word, he grips one of my breasts and swats my nipple with the crop hard and fast.
All the air leaves my lungs. The pain is sharp. I can’t draw in another breath. While I’m still stunned, he spanks the other nipple just as hard.
I want to reach up and press my palms to my aching tits. They’re throbbing, the pain radiating down my arms.
“Do you like the way that feels, Little pet?”
I swallow. “No, Daddy.” My voice is shaking. I’m holding back tears.
He grips my chin. “Will you be a good girl while my visitor is here?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you going to sass me again today?”
“No, Daddy.” My lips quiver, but I don’t cry.
He bends forward, kisses my forehead, and then stands. A moment later, he pops a pacifier in my mouth. “You will not speak to my guest. You will sit like a good Little pet and behave. Understood?”
I nod.
He kisses my forehead again. “I’m already proud of you, Little pet.”
My chest tightens at his praise. I’m softening to him. How does he do that? The man just spanked my nipples and ordered me to sit like a dog without barking while his guest is here. And then he said something that melted my heart and endeared me to him.
He meant what he said. He’s proud of me. I always want him to be proud. My nipples are hard from being spanked. They’re throbbing and painful. I will be struggling to think of anything else for several minutes, and yet, I also know they would be hard right now if he hadn’t touched them.
He knows it, too, because there is no hiding my scent from him. My pussy is dripping into my diaper.
A knock sounds at the door.
Daddy bends to tip my chin back again. “One more thing, Little pet. I expect that diaper to be completely soaked through by the time my guest leaves. You should pee yourself right now and every time you feel the urge while he’s here.
If I don’t see that diaper growing heavier, fuller, and more yellow every time I look at it, I will punish you as soon as my guest is gone. ”
I suck in air through my nose. Once again, he kisses my forehead tenderly. I’m going to have whiplash from all the switching back and forth between stern and tender.
Suckling my pacifier as if it’s a lifeline, I watch my Daddy cross the room and open the door.