I crack my eyes open and see I’m still in the kennel with the blanket on top of me. But the door is open, and Daddy is right there, a smile on his face.
He holds his hand out, and I stare at it. Does he want me to take it and try to crawl out of here? That is one way for me to get hurt and it be his fault.
“Come on. Let’s get out of there and get you fed,” Daddy says.
I shake the blanket off me and ignore his hand as I attempt to crawl out of the kennel. My body feels heavier than last time, almost like something is weighing down on me, and I can’t move as easily. Like my limbs are lead.
“Let’s go over to your bowl you’ll be eating from.” He stands to his full height after he clips the leash on my collar.
I’m a lot slower than I was before I fell asleep. How am I going to crawl like this everywhere he wants us to go? Especially when I’m naked and everyone can see everything.
A shudder runs through me at the thought. I don’t want people to look at my naked form.
“Drink.” Daddy stops in front of a dog bowl.
I stare at it with my mouth open. The same liquid he gave me before I fell asleep is in a dog bowl for me to drink out of. Does he expect me to drink it like I’m a dog?
“I’m not a pet,” I inform him as I sit on my bottom in front of it.
“You will drink from this bowl like the good little pet you are.” Daddy doesn’t budge on it.
“I’m not a dog,” I glare at him.
“Dog?”
“Animal. I’m not an animal. I am a human being who can drink with her hands. I am capable of taking care of myself. I’ve survived for twenty years on the space station without anyone taking care of me,” I tell him.
It’s partially a lie since when I first got to the space station I was just a baby and the headmistresses took care of us. But once we learned to take care of ourselves, we haven’t gone back. Does Headmistress Helena know what they are doing to us?
“I paid for you. You are mine. You will do what I say. You are going to drink from this bowl like the good Little companion you are.” Daddy squats next to me and gives me a pointed look.
I glare at him instead of drinking like he wants me to.
“I’m not a pet,” I say through clenched teeth. “I will not drink from the bowl like a dog.”
Before I know what’s happening, Daddy holds the back of my neck as he lands several swats to my bottom. Tears pool in my eyes as he continues to spank me, not letting up with how hard he’s going.
“Please,” I beg him. “Stop.”
But he continues. I crumble to the floor, and he stops spanking me.
“You will drink from the bowl because I told you to. You are my property,” Daddy tells me once again. “Be a good girl and drink.”
I push my body upright and lean down, my bottom up in the air as I take a couple sips of the liquid. It’s awkward drinking from this angle, but I continue to, not wanting to get another punishment.
“Hmm, I think someone liked that spanking,” Daddy mumbles as his hand lands on my bottom.
I clench my thighs together and close my eyes as I take a deep breath. I don’t know why I keep getting turned on with every touch he gives me. The spanking shouldn’t have turned me on, and yet I can feel how wet I am.
Something is wrong with me.
He slides his fingers through my folds, making me jolt.
“Daddy didn’t say you could move.” He places his hands back on my bottom.
I clench my teeth as I take another deep breath in. I want to push into him so he’s touching me more, but at the same time I want to run away so he can’t touch me anymore. There was a reason Headmistress Helena didn’t talk about us touching ourselves or other people touching us, right?
“I want you to continue to drink the liquid while Daddy gets a look at how turned on you are.” His voice is husky
