Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Her breath hitches the moment Nanish returns to the room. “You meant that literally. A bottle. With a nipple.”
Nanish joins us on her other side, shaking the bottle. “The nipple helps control how fast you drink, Baby girl. It’s not good for your tummy to guzzle. The hole is just right to slow you down. It’s healthier.”
I guide her sideways so she’s reclined in my arms.
Nanish gently lifts her legs over his thighs and leans over to stroke her lips with the nipple. “Open for me, Little one.”
She reaches up to wrap her hand around the bottle, but I circle her wrist and lower her arm. Kissing her forehead, I say, “Let us feed you, Mags. It’s instinctive. We want to take care of you in every way. It’s our custom.”
For a few seconds, I think she will fight us. It’s not uncommon. She doesn’t fully understand all the ways we intend to care for her. We’ll gradually introduce her to our way of life, but we have to start somewhere. Bottle feeding her is a good launching point.
My heart lurches when her lips part. She lets Nanish slip the nipple into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Suckle for us, Little one.” I continue to hold her hand out of the way. Her other arm is trapped along her side against me. It’s helpful that Nanish is able to hold the bottle.
I can feel her pulse pick up as she feeds. She’s submitting beautifully. Some Little girls accept their new life and our customs easier than others. I have hope that Margaret won’t fight us too much.
“Such a good girl,” Nanish reiterates.
She whimpers, squirming a bit in my arms, enjoying the praise. When her eyes grow heavy and her sucking slows, Nanish jiggles the bottle. “Finish all of it, Baby girl.”
She whines a bit, trying to turn her head away to dislodge the nipple.
Nanish reaches up with his free hand to cup her face, securing her head in the crook of my neck. “You need to finish the formula, Little one,” he commands, his voice firm. “We’ll feed you exactly the amount of formula you need for your size.”
Margaret tugs on her hand and arches her body, no longer sucking. She’s testing us. It’s adorable. I’ll never truly be angry with her. It’s not possible. She’s my life mate. She’s perfection. But she will learn to obey us. Both of us. Part of settling in to her new life means testing her boundaries to see if we will relent.
We won’t. Not on anything related to her health or safety. Finishing her bottles is a health issue. Not optional.
I glance at Nanish before speaking. “It’s natural and expected for you to test us, Baby girl. Our customs are nothing like what you’re used to on Earth. But as your Papis, our job is to protect you and cherish you for always. That includes disciplining you when you misbehave. I know you were intrigued when we mentioned spanking you earlier. Is that something you’d like to experience?”
She whimpers louder and bucks against us.
Nanish calmly removes the bottle and sets it on the nightstand behind him.
I roll Margaret against my chest, wondering how other Papis manage their new Little girls with just two hands. Her injured leg is on top, resting against Nanish’s chest.
“Noooo…” she argues. It’s hard not to smile at the total lack of conviction in her voice. We’re well-aware of this behavior, too. We study human females extensively before we arrive on Earth. There’s a war in our Little girl’s mind.
Outwardly Nanish and I are fully aware that she’s intrigued and turned on by the idea of being spanked. She would never verbally admit that to us. It’s against learned human nature to submit like this. There are many humans who practice some form of submission or another, but not a huge percentage. For Margaret, the idea of being spanked as an adult is impossible to grasp. It’s also making her heart race. She wants this.
I grip the back of her thigh above the brace, securing her against my torso.
Nanish smooths his hand up her lower thigh and rubs her bottom.
Fuck, she’s adorable and so perfect in every way. Even her bottom is precious. I love watching her clench her cheeks together under his palm.
She struggles in my arms. “You can’t spank me. I’m not a child.”
“You’re definitely not a child, Little one,” Nanish agrees. “But you’re ours to guide and nurture. We will discipline you when you need it. I know you’re curious. You want to experience a spanking. We’re going to give you that, and then you will finish your bottle.”
Her little noises make my chest tighten. I could hold her like this for the rest of my life and never tire of it. I love feeling her heart beat against mine. I love her soft breasts against my hard chest. Her hair is loose around her back and falling against my skin. I’m going to memorize this experience and store it forever.