Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I smell the shift in her demeanor as she calms.
“I know you need to go potty, Baby girl. Let’s take care of that first. Can you spread your knees for me so I can slide a diaper under your bottom?”
“Are you still going to spank me?” she asks in her tiny voice.
“Yes, Little one. After you go pee-pee. If you don’t want me to put the diaper on you just yet, you can simply pee yourself without it. Your urine will soak into the pad beneath you.”
Her breath hitches.
“Your choice, Baby girl.”
Faced with two options she probably detests, I’m confident she will choose a diaper over peeing herself outright.
I smooth my palms up to cup her head on both sides, letting my thumbs graze her cheeks. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Look into Papi’s eyes.”
When she meets my gaze, I continue, “That’s my good girl. You want to obey me. The urge is strong. Even if you hadn’t been submissive before tonight, you would be now. It’s natural. Your body is aligning with mine. Pleasing me will make you happy. Open for me, Little girl. Show Papi how pretty you are.”
An audible whimper escapes her lips as she finally releases her knees. She doesn’t drop her hands to her sides or bring them over her head where they belong. Instead, she slides her tiny palms to her breasts and covers them while she opens her knees.
“That’s my good girl.” I help guide her wider with my palms on her inner thighs.
She moans as her petals open. “Papi…” she pleads. I doubt she has any idea what she’s begging for.
Inhaling her scent deep into my lungs, I glide my thumbs to her core and tease the sides of her folds. She doesn’t know this, but I’ve never seen a naked female before. I’m one hundred thirty years old, and my mate is the first and only female I will ever be with.
Fuck, she’s perfection. The curls between her legs really are as blond as I expected. I can’t wait to rub my face against her pussy. But first things first. It’s not healthy for her to continue to hold her urine.
Her breasts are small, so small that she can almost cover them with her own tiny hands. I’m certain they are just as perfect as the rest of her. I decide to lighten the mood. “Are your nipples blue, Baby girl?”
Her brows furrow.
“Purple? Orange?” I continue.
She giggles. “No, Papi.”
“Then why are you hiding them?”
She licks her lips. “You won’t be able to pierce my titties, Papi. They’re too small.”
I press her legs open wider, forcing her knees into the mattress. She just used a very Little word for her nipples. I’m not sure she even realizes it. But I can add it to my growing vocabulary. “There’s no such thing as titties being too small, silly girl. They come in all sizes. Some Little girls have big breasts with large areolas and thick nipples. Other girls are the opposite with smaller breasts, dainty areolas, and precious tips. Everything about you is exactly right. I will worship your nipples no matter what size or color they are.”
“Papi…” she groans. “They’re just pink.”
“Are you sure?” I lift a brow. “Maybe you should show me.”
It takes her forever to ease her palms from her chest, but when they’re finally bare to my gaze, I’m the one licking my lips. “Stunning,” I murmur reverently. I was right. The tight little buds are the same pink as her lips. And I most definitely will worship them. Soon.
“That’s my good girl. So beautiful. Absolute perfection.” I take her in for long seconds. “Are you ready for Papi to put a diaper on you, Baby girl?”
“I guess so, Papi.”
After releasing her thighs, I grab a diaper from the nightstand and quickly slide it under her bottom. I have the sides fastened in seconds. When I’m done, I circle her wrists and restrain her hands above her head. “Let yourself submit to me, Baby girl. It’s hard the first time, but it will get easier to fill your diapers. Eventually you’ll do so without even thinking about it.”
“That thought is scary, Papi. I don’t want to lose control.” She shudders.
Suddenly, I know in my heart that it will be important to me that she become completely diaper dependent. I know some Little girls are fully aware of when they pee. They do so intentionally and strategically, timing their release so that their Papis will change them immediately.
That’s not how I want Allisa to live. She’s so very submissive that she will benefit from a firmer, more dominant Papi than others. I make a mental note to discuss her potty habits with Thabo and Chadka. I know they have ways of forcing diaper dependency and eliminating any discussion about when or where a Little girl makes the conscious decision to wet or soil herself.