Papi moves closer to my chest. He grips one of my breasts and squeezes, forcing the nipple to pop higher. Without another word, he swats it hard with the crop.
I cry out. It really hurts. My tit throbs and burns.
“Look at your nipple, Baby girl,” he orders.
I lift my head so I can see. The tip is red and angry. Swollen.
“Does it hurt, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
I look at him. I wish he would just do it and not ask. It’s too embarrassing to admit how much I like the pain. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to mutter.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Bailey. It’s you and me here. This is our life. No one else’s.”
I tremble. “But do other Little girls like their Papis to swat their nipples?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter what other Little girls like or don’t like. All that matters is whatmyLittle girl craves. The only time anyone will know is when you need me to spank your nipples while we’re in public or right before we leave the house to go to the park or a play date. If you enjoy the humiliation of people watching you get disciplined or seeing your red punished buds, then that’s what we’ll do.”
My heart beats fast. This is so odd.
Papi moves down between my legs and drags the tip of the crop through my folds. “As for your pussy, the only way anyone will know that your Papi spanks your clit is if you tell them or decide you’d like to show them. Same is true for your piercings. I know you keep saying you only want your ears pierced, but I also know you’re not being truthful to yourself or me.”
I squirm, trying not to moan as he draws out my wetness with the crop and his words. Just when I think he will swat my clit, he leans over, grips my other breast, and slaps it hard with the evil toy.
My instinct is to arch my chest, but I’m strapped down too securely to do so. Before I can fully react or catch my breath, he does it again. Two more times on that nipple.
I’m moaning, overwhelmed by both pain and arousal. My eyes roll back, making it impossible to focus on Papi, which is why I don’t realize his intention before he squeezes my first breast again and spanks it just as hard.
I don’t recognize the sound coming out of me. It’s deep and choppy. I might be crying. The pain is intense. But my need to come is almost overpowering the sting.
“This pussy needs the same attention, doesn’t it, Baby girl?” he asks as he presses against my pelvis, pulling the hood back from my clit.
“Please… Papi…”
Instead of spanking between my legs, he bends over and sucks my clit into his mouth. A second later, he nicks my tender nub before releasing it.
The throbbing in my tits is still there, but now my clit is swollen and desperate. I need to come.
“Three more swats. This time to your pussy. Are you ready, naughty girl?”
I nod. I want that. I want him to spank my clit. I’m salivating over the idea.
The slight woosh of the small toy through the air is the only warning I have right before it strikes my most sensitive body part. A fraction of a second. The air leaves my lungs as I process the intense pain. Already my pussy is pulsing in protest. And before I can fully inhale, Papi spanks me there two more times.
It’s much more intense than when he did it with his palm on the mothership. The square at the end of the crop is precise. He must have practiced striking some other objects for the last six months, perfecting the ability to hit just right.
Papi sets the crop down, grips my inner thighs, and leans closer to blow against my pussy.
That’s all it takes for me to come. I was hovering on the very edge, and now I’m writhing and moaning as my orgasm consumes me. My channel clenches around nothing while my clit has developed its own heartbeat, pulsing wildly over and over.
I’m partially aware that I’m also smiling. Totally blissed out. I may be a very strange human, but I’m so glad I went into Club Zoom that night. When I try to imagine a life without Papi, I feel nothing but sad.
This is my new life. I’ll never regret it. Not that I have any choice in the matter. Except in a way I do. Ichoseto take that dare. Ichoseto follow through with it. I knew when I entered the club I could be selected. I took that risk. I did it because I didn’t care if I left Earth never to look back.
And I’m so happy.
