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)
When I stop, she cries out in frustration. Her body finally stiffens. “Papi…” Her whine is precious.
“Deep breaths, Little one. I know your clit and titties are throbbing. Ride through the need. You won’t get an orgasm after Papi gives you a naughty-girl spanking.”
She starts crying. “Papi…”
“I know, Baby girl. I can smell how desperate you are. Your pussy is so needy you can almost come without me touching it.”
Sobs wrack her body, and she fists her hands under her chin. “Hurts…”
She’s not referring to the spanking. She’s talking about the knot in her tummy that’s tight from denial.
“I know it’s not comfortable, Little one. Punishments are meant to be unpleasant. If you don’t like the sensation of being denied release, you won’t do naughty things.”
I rub her back and thighs, avoiding her hot bottom, letting it sting.
“I bet that little chastity cup between your legs is filled with your juices.”
Allisa sniffles. “Meanie.”
I chuckle. “And your titties? I bet they’re desperate for attention, too, hanging loose without any contact.”
“Big meanie.”
Fuck, I love this girl. With my whole heart. She’s my world. My life.
I reach for the clasp at her back and unfasten it. Afterward, I undo the restraints around her legs.
My girl slouches deeper into the pillow as I remove the cup from between her legs. She sighs in relief. It’s impossible not to smile as I lift her off the bed, leaving the breast cups behind.
Allisa winces as I turn her to prop her up on my hip. Her wet pussy presses into my bare skin. I feel like she’s marking me, and I like it. Too bad when I truly mark her with my essence, it will send her into a sexual frenzy. The same doesn’t happen when her juices get on my skin.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her from the bedroom. “Where are we going, Papi?”
“Time for me to give you a bath. You’ll feel ten times better after I wash you with Eleadian soap in Eleadian water. And you’ll feel twenty times better after I feed you a bottle of formula—also made with Eleadian water. It will flush the toxins out of your system.”
“Toxins?” She bounces on my hip.
I swat her sore bottom, making her yelp. “You are the naughtiest Little girl I’ve ever met,” I chastise, chuckling. “I just punished you, and yet you’re blatantly rubbing your pussy and your titties against me.”
When I reach up to tweak one of her nipples, she gasps, batting at my hand.
I grip her small bud harder. “Behave.”
She whines. “Papi…”
I twist her tit, making her wince before I release it.
We’ve reached the basin in the kitchen, and I turn on the water.
“What is this, Papi?”
“This is where I’m going to bathe you, Little girl.”
“In the kitchen?”
“Yep. There’s a basin just like this one in my home, too.”
“You really don’t have bathrooms?”
“Not like the ones on Earth, no. Nothing in an Eleadian bathroom would look familiar to you or accommodate your small stature, so I will wash you in a basin and diaper you. Simple.”
“Gross. What happens when I need to poop?”
“Same thing.”
She scrunches up her button nose. “You seriously intend to wipe my ass and clean poop off me for the rest of my life?”
“Yes, Baby girl. I also intend to discipline you when you use naughty words like ass.”
She sighs.
The water is warm enough, so I plug the bottom of the basin and lower her onto her sweet tush. Pointing to the hooks on the sides of the small tub, I say, “See these?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do I need to cuff your wrists to the edges of the tub while I wash you, or can you be a good girl and sit obediently?”
“I’ll be good, Papi.” Her face distorts as she adjusts her bottom. It has to hurt, especially now that she’s sitting in warm water.
“Hold on to the sides, Baby girl,” I instruct, waiting for her to steady herself before I reach up to remove the band from her ponytail.
“If I get my hair wet, it will be a mess, Papi. I need products to keep it from getting frizzy.”
“I have to wash your hair and every other inch of you, Little one. You will be totally purified when we enter the transport vessel. I suspect your hair will turn out completely different from how you’ve ever seen it after I wash it. From now on, nothing will touch your hair or skin except Eleadian soap.”
As I free her pale-blond locks, she looks up at me with wide eyes. “It will be a disaster, Papi.”
“If it’s inconvenient, I will braid it, Baby girl. Don’t you worry. Let’s see how it turns out first, yeah?”
“Okay.” Her shoulders drop. She’s uncertain. I can’t blame her. I don’t have a clue what to expect either, but I do know this is our only option. Whatever happens, I will manage it.