“Yes, Papi,” she whispers.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to teach you another lesson before we get clearance to head home.”
She licks her lips, eyes wide with uneasy anticipation.
“I’m going to spank you. Not because you’ve misbehaved but so that we’ll both know how you react to that sort of punishment.”
She clenches in my lap. “How about if I just agree to be good?”
I chuckle. “Spankings aren’t always for discipline. In fact, for many Little girls spankings are cathartic and enjoyable. Some Little girls misbehave on purpose because they crave having their bottoms swatted. Others prefer not to break rules. Instead they simply ask their Papis to spank them when they feel the urge.”
Bailey blinks several times. “That makes no sense.”
“It does. You’ll see.” I lean her back in my arms so I can open her diaper. Before removing it, I close the tiny valve on her catheter so her urine won’t leak out.
She whimpers adorably as I turn her over so her tummy is on my thighs. I spread my legs to help her balance better. “Reach your hands to the small of your back, Little one.”
She does as she’s told. I’m impressed that she’s not arguing. She’s intrigued and curious. She wants to know what it will feel like to be spanked as much as I want to test her reactions. I wasn’t kidding. All Little girls are different. I’d like to know how Bailey will react before we take off. It will give me six months to ponder how spanking is going to fit into our lives or even if it is at all. For some Littles, spanking is not an option. I wouldn’t want her to be traumatized. Like I told her, everything we do will be with her best interest in mind. Including discipline.
I clasp her wrists at the small of her back and rub her bottom with my free hand. “Try to relax, Little one. It will hurt more if your bottom is tense.”
“I don’t think I can relax, Papi. This might be the craziest thing I’ve ever consented to in my life. Crazier than the dare to go into the club in the first place.”
I chuckle. “You didn’t consent to this, Baby girl. I’m going to spank you right now whether or not you want me to.”
“Good point.” She slumps over my thighs with a dramatic sigh.
There is nothing prettier in the universe than my mate’s body, both the front and the back. I’m enjoying looking at her bottom, and I can’t wait to see it all pink and heated.
After lifting my palm, I land the first swat. I go easy, not wanting her to panic or cry out in pain. She may or may not enjoy a long hard spanking occasionally, but I will always build up the intensity, giving her time to mentally adjust.
When she doesn’t try to buck off my lap, I swat her three more times, switching back and forth between cheeks. Then I rub her smooth skin. “How does that feel, Little mate?”
“Uhhh. Kind of weird.”
“Weird good or weird bad?” I can’t help but smile.
“Umm…”
“How about if I give you a few more? Yeah?”
“Okay.” Her voice is soft.
I spank her several more times, increasing the pressure, making her pretty bottom turn a lovely shade of pink. As I swat her, she stiffens slightly, and when I stop, she goes limp again. She’s breathing heavily.
“Can I give you four more and make them harder, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
Pleased with her reactions, I deliver four last swats, each one resounding louder in the small room. Her skin is now hot pink, and my girl squeezes her thighs together, moaning.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
I spank the back of her thighs. “Open your legs, naughty girl.”
“Papi…”
I spank her again. “Now, Little one. Knees wide.”
