She parts her legs, the position awkward with me still holding her wrists.
Reaching between her thighs, I find her soaked. Without giving her a chance to think about it, I thrust two fingers into her pussy and scissor them so that she’s stretched farther than I’ve allowed so far.
Bailey lifts her head and cries out. “Papi…”
I flick the closed catheter with my thumb, which causes her to groan low and deep. “Ohgodohgod… Papi, please…”
I’m growing rather fond of this catheter. It’s very stimulating to my Little mate. I might want to learn to put one in her myself so I can occasionally torment her. The tube serves multiple purposes. It’s keeping her aware of her urethra which is obviously arousing. It’s also very controlling. She doesn’t get to choose to pee. If I open it, she’s forced to leak into her diaper constantly. If I close it, she’s forced to endure her bladder filling.
I would never leave her catheter closed for more than a short while. That would be dangerous, but forcing her to keep it closed while I spanked her probably increased her arousal significantly.
Removing my fingers, I release her arms and lift her off my lap to stand her between my legs.
She sways, undoubtedly dizzy from the sudden change of position. She might have a bit of a head rush. She’s also trembling with need from being edged and denied.
My girl gasps. “Papi…”
I hold her steady with one hand on her hip and cup her face with the other. “Spread your legs, Little one.”
Bailey whimpers, but she obeys me.
“Wider.” She’s trapped between my legs, but she has plenty of room to part her feet under my thighs.
“Good girl. Look at Papi.”
She meets my gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust. She’s panting and trembling. Her hands come to my thighs, and she holds on to me, struggling to keep her balance.
“You liked having your bottom spanked, didn’t you, Baby girl?”
Her cheeks turn red as she bites her bottom lip.
“Tell Papi the truth. It felt good for my palm to swat your pretty bottom. It vibrated through your pussy and made it difficult for you to focus on the sting on your smooth cheeks, didn’t it?”
She releases her lips and murmurs, “Yes, Sir.”
I slide my hand down from her face to reach between her legs. The only thing I touch is the few inches of tubing extending from her tiny pee hole. I flick it over and over, making it sway.
Bailey tips her head back and moans. She’s so wet that some of her arousal drips onto my fingers even though I’m making no contact with her pussy. It’s the sexiest thing ever.
“The catheter turns you on, Little girl. You can feel the nerves extending from your clit, wrapping around your urethra, vibrating against the tube every time I jiggle it.”
Her fingertips dig into my thighs. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers barely loud enough to hear. She’s embarrassed, and that embarrassment is fueling her arousal.
“There are so many things you didn’t know about yourself, Little one. We will discover them together. We have centuries to do so. You will learn to submit to Papi’s will and obey me. Why is that, Baby girl?”
She swallows. “Because it feels so good, Papi.”
I smile. “That’s right. Such a good girl.” I lower my lips to hers and kiss her.
Chapter Eight
Bailey
I don’t know myself. I’m not the same person I was a few hours ago. I’m naked. I’ve been fingered to orgasm so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve been spanked—and I loved it. My bottom is on fire, a reminder that Papi took me over his knees like a naughty girl and swatted me until I nearly came.
I should be mortified, and to a certain extent, I am. But Papi explained to me before he started spanking me that I might enjoy it. Apparently that’s a thing. I’m living proof that having my butt slapped over and over can be cathartic and arousing.
On top of all of that, I’m perpetually aware of the tube sticking out of my tiny pee hole. I should be equally horrified by its existence. It’s giving Papi so much control over me. That was driven home when I learned he could close a valve on it and prevent me from leaking.
