My head is too heavy. It’s a strain.
Daddy spreads his knees and pats the chair between them. “Crawl closer.”
I shuffle into the space.
He lifts the heavy leash and sets it on his thighs. “Better?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” The collar is still annoying, but it’s not as bad as the leash hanging from my neck. When he brings the nipple to my lips again, I open my mouth and start suckling. This position is so degrading. I’m his pet. It’s more blatantly obvious than ever as I tip my head back and suck from the bottle on my hands and knees. I’ve seen photos and videos of humans feeding baby goats like this on Earth farms. I doubt Daddy has seen such videos, which means this is a universal position used to feed young animals.
Daddy is pleased. He thumbs my cheek. “I’ll go through your rules. I’ll repeat them later and every day for a while until I’m sure you can remember them.”
My mouth is full, which is a good thing. It keeps me from telling him I’m not actually a baby goat and that my memory is fine.
“You’ll stay on all fours on the floor at all times unless I lift you onto a piece of furniture. Absolutely no climbing on anything, not even chairs or the couch. You will not go near the stove or oven. You will not open any cabinets or drawers for any reason. Some items inside are not safe for Little pets. If I have to, I’ll put locks on everything that can be opened, but since you’vemade it clear you are an intelligent being capable of learning fast, I won’t have to do that, right?”
I nod and continue sucking.
“Do not go into the bathroom without me. You won’t be going anywhere without me for a while, but when I give you more freedom, you still will not enter that room alone.”
I hold his gaze so he knows I’m listening. And I am. I certainly don’t want to give him any reason to think I’m too stupid to remember rules.
“No more sassing Daddy. Your bottom isn’t the only part of your body I can spank. If you roll those pretty eyes or use that naughty tone with me, I will swat your nipples so fast you will not see it coming.”
My breath hitches around the bottle. Swat my nipples? Heavens. My body shudders violently, and the traitorous little buds pucker at the thought. How embarrassing.
Daddy lifts a brow. “I believe you need a demonstration so you’ll know how painful it is to have your tender tits spanked. I’ll do that in a minute. Then you will sit politely while my coworker is here. Your throbbing titties will give you something to think about while I’m in my meeting. I suspect you’ll have a new attitude about sassing Daddy by the time this day is over.”
I whimper. The threat of having my nipples spanked makes me so nervous that I suck slower to put it off.
Daddy grips my braid and pulls my head back farther. “Finish your bottle, naughty girl.”
I suck the rest down quickly.
Daddy removes it, sets it on the end table, and opens a small drawer to pull something out. It looks evil.
“This is a crop,” he tells me, thumbing the part at the end that flops back and forth. It’s a one-inch square. I think it’s leather. It’s attached to a stick. Daddy lifts the stick and brings the end down on his palm.
I flinch. That was loud. In a second, a raised red square appears on his skin.
“Sit, Little pet, and I want you facing the room.”
I spin around and lower to my bottom between my feet. My arms shake as I force myself to keep them in my lap and pull my shoulders back.
Daddy squats in front of me. Without another word, he grips one of my breasts and swats my nipple with the crop hard and fast.
All the air leaves my lungs. The pain is sharp. I can’t draw in another breath. While I’m still stunned, he spanks the other nipple just as hard.
I want to reach up and press my palms to my aching tits. They’re throbbing, the pain radiating down my arms.
“Do you like the way that feels, Little pet?”
I swallow. “No, Daddy.” My voice is shaking. I’m holding back tears.
He grips my chin. “Will you be a good girl while my visitor is here?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you going to sass me again today?”
