My breath hitches. I know exactly what he said, but I don’t want to voice it out loud. I was probably subconsciously testing him by letting the doll’s lips touch my nipples. I didn’t exactly think it through, but now…
Papi sets one of his huge palms on my tummy. “I think you’re plenty strong enough to endure a punishment. What’s the rule, naughty girl?”
The suggestion alone makes my nipples stiffen. He hasn’t played with them more than necessary in the past few days. Nor has he played with my pussy. He says he’s been giving me timeto fully recuperate. Apparently all bets are off now if he’s going to discipline me.
He lifts a brow, waiting for me to answer him.
I sigh and lower my gaze. “Naughty girls who play with their nipples get spanked.”
“That’s right. Where is Papi going to spank you, Bailey?”
I shiver, not because I’m afraid but because I’m nervous about this new development. “On my tits,” I murmur. He’s done so many unimaginable things to me, but every time he adds something new, I panic a little.
“That’s right. My girl is a bit of a masochist.”
I’ve heard that word before, but I’m not sure what it means. “Is that someone who likes pain?”
“Yes.” He slides his hand up to cup my breast and pinches my nipple hard.
I gasp, a strange squeak coming out of me. He must be right because I really like it when he pinches me like that. He’s been too gentle with me since we got to Eleadia. I keep thinking about the time he swatted my pussy on the night we met. The memory lingers. I felt so alive from the shock of his swat.
It’s like I was barely existing before I stepped into Club Zoom that night. I was a shell of who I could be. An obedient daughter who’d rarely done anything even slightly naughty in my entire life. I’d lived with the fear of having my education taken away and ending up living with my father for the rest of my life, sheltered and repressed.
That’s gone now. I don’t have to worry about anything like that ever again. I keep telling myself over and over that I’m loved and cherished by a man I can and will defy. But I crave the ways he makes me feel. When he spanks me, I’m not numb.
I want him to swat my nipples. It will hurt, but in a strange freeing way. That’s how I’ve felt every time he’s spanked me, including the time he slapped my pussy.
My lips tremble. I’m embarrassed by my feelings, but I want him to know. “I like it when you hurt me, Papi,” I murmur softly.
He switches to pinching my other nipple, smiling. “I know you do, Little one. That’s okay. Lots of Little girls enjoy a bit of pain.” Papi moves his hand down between my legs and palms my dry diaper. “You’ve gotten naughty about wetting yourself now that you have control over your bladder, too.”
My cheeks heat. He’s right. I’ve wondered when he would notice. The thought of him punishing me there is enough to have me holding my pee for hours. It’s so naughty. Do other women have these feelings?
Papi opens my diaper and discards it. “I think you need both your nipples and your pussy spanked, don’t you, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Wetness leaks out of me at the suggestion. I keep having the same recurrent dream where a faceless man pierces my labia. Every time I have that dream, I wake up wet and panting.
Papi isn’t touching me. He stares at my wet folds for a few seconds before opening a drawer on the changing table and pulling something out.
When he holds it up, I gasp. “What’s that, Papi?”
“It’s a crop.” He gives it a shake. “See the little flap at the top?”
I nod. I might be in over my head.
“Crops are common on Earth in the Dominant scene. They’re usually leather. We use a synthetic material on Eleadia, but the result is the same. It will sting when I swat you with the small flap.”
I swallow back the combination of nerves and excitement.
Papi slaps his palm with the crop, making me jump. It’s louder than I expected. He does it again, this time on his forearm. Harder. It leaves a square welt.
“You need this on your nipples, don’t you, Baby girl?”
I can’t lie to him. “Yes, Sir.” My breasts feel heavy. My tits already ache from the thought of being disciplined with that evil device.
He cups my pussy, flattening his palm to my clit. “What about here, Bailey? Do you need Papi to spank your pussy for not using your diaper?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Papi can read me. He knows what I crave. He doesn’t give any indication he thinks I’m weird.
