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)
Plus, I always win.
Because I’m the Papi, and what I say is final.
We’ve been home two weeks. She’s hardly spoken, which the doctors say is normal, especially since I made the executive decision to let her become addicted to the pacifier. By the time she awoke from six months in stasis, she was loath to relinquish it for any reason.
It hadn’t occurred to me when I chose this option that it would later work in my favor. It’s her currency. If I want her to do something, all I have to do is take away the pacifier and keep it until she obeys my orders.
This morning, we’re doing exercises. She doesn’t like them. And that’s too bad.
She whines as I set the pacifier on top of a high dresser where she can see it mocking her. She’s on her back in the middle of the floor in her nursery, lying on a soft pink blanket. I’ve set an A-frame over the top of her, straddling her body. It’s a sturdy metal that won’t tip in any direction.
For two weeks, I’ve had toys dangling from it. They were meant to help her regain her fine motor skills. I’ve given her tasks every morning and afternoon. Each time I take away her pacifier, she has to accomplish what I specify in order to earn it back.
At first, her job was to bat at the toys. Then we moved to grabbing them and holding on. After that came more specific assignments like twisting or squeezing. Today, the toys are gone. She needs to reach for the bar itself and pull her body up.
Allisa is strong enough to do so. She’s just stubborn.
Once again, cute.
She crosses her arms over her chest and makes a dramatic humph.
I lift one of her legs and swat the back of her thigh with the small crop I’ve started carrying around in my pocket. “Tits, naughty girl,” I remind her.
She struggles to keep her hands away from her nipples. Most of the time it’s not a conscious choice. It’s not that she’s playing with them. She’s not masturbating. She just forgets. But I intend to train her to consciously keep her hands away from her breasts.
It’s customary for Eleadians to insist our Little girls not touch their sensitive nipples, which is more important after their little buds are pierced. That’s when the real challenge begins.
Allisa yelps at the sting across the back of her leg, but she also lowers her arms to her sides and pushes out her bottom lip. She lifts one hand toward the dresser and whimpers as she opens and closes her fist, her silent way of asking for that pacifier.
I’m certain other Papis would be driven mad by this behavior, but not me. I’m fascinated by her dependence on the substitute teat and what she’s willing to do to get it.
The only word she’s uttered since we arrived is no. That’s about to change, too. She will not manipulate me. I’m in charge. So far, I’ve kept my daily instructions to a minimum, giving her time to regain her energy and strength, but Chadka assures me it’s time to get firm.
Another thing I haven’t done since we arrived home is pleasure her. That’s about to change today, too. We have a lot to accomplish this morning.
I lift one of Allisa’s hands and wrap a soft cuff around her wrist.
She whines as I do the same to her other arm.
Next, I lift them one at a time and attach the cuffs to the bar above her. The A-frame is situated so that it’s at the exact height for her arms to be stretched almost straight.
“Wrap your hands around the bar, naughty girl. I want you to pull yourself up five times. After that, you’ll lift your legs to the bar five times. We’re going to do five sets before we move to the next task.”
She shakes her head.
I ignore her and continue, “After the physical exercises, we’ll work on your voice.”
Allisa stubbornly lets her arms hang from the bar by her wrists, not even attempting to touch it.
I have more than the pacifier in my arsenal. She’s in for a rough day if she thinks she can outlast my determination. She cannot.
I’ve spoken privately with both Thabo and Chadka. They gave me plenty of ideas to help nudge a stubborn Little girl. They also pointed out that human females are not used to being around people who are as even-tempered as Eleadians.
It’s baffling to them how calm we Papis can remain under any circumstances. Apparently Little girls have a tendency to test their Papis, sometimes for weeks, making sure our love is unconditional and unwavering.
It’s understandable. Allisa is on an unfamiliar planet, living a lifestyle she never imagined possible with a man she technically met two weeks ago. She’s one hundred percent dependent on me to keep her safe and ensure she has a full belly and a clean diaper. That would be daunting in any universe.