SIXTEEN
“I don’t want to learn that, though, Daddy,” I whine as I sit in front of him.
His eyes narrow on me. “You are learning it, no matter what.”
“You told me that you weren’t going to treat me like a dog, yet you are right now!” I raise my voice and throw my hands in the air.
“I said I wouldn’t call you Little pet anymore. I told you that you were still going to learn some tricks,” he calmly replies.
I open and close my mouth several times, trying to come up with something to say, but I remember him saying those exact words. I just didn’t pay close enough attention to it.
“But I don’t want to be treated like a dog,” I grumble.
“You are okay. Every human learns these,” he tells me.
“That doesn’t make it any better.” I look down at my hands. “I don’t want to do this.”
“And I told you that you are going to. I am the boss of you.” He leans forward so our faces are mere inches from each other. “Do you want to do it right now or do you want a hot bottom first?”
I think about it for a couple of seconds. Maybe if Daddy spanks me, he won’t make me do this since I’ll be in so much pain.
“Don’t even think about it. You will learn these tricks even if your bottom is on fire,” he tells me. “So what are you going to do?”
I open my mouth but quickly close it.
“Think very carefully what you want,” Daddy gently says. “I will do either.”
“Without,” I mumble.
“What was that?”
“Without a red bottom, Daddy,” I say once again.
I look him in the eyes and sigh. I really don’t want to learn these, but if I have to learn them, I don’t want to do it with a hot bottom.
“We are going to start with sit,” Daddy says. “Get on all fours, and when I say sit, you sit on your bottom.”
I clench my teeth and take a deep breath before getting up.
“Sit,” Daddy commands.
It takes me a second before I sit, but once I do, Daddy holds a little ball in front of me.
“Here is your reward, such a good job, Little one,” he praises me.
I open my mouth, and he plops it in my mouth. I chew on it and try to figure out what the flavor is, but I can’t. There is nothing like this on the space station.
“This is kibble,” Daddy says, and my mouth falls open.
He is really trying to treat me like a dog. Does he know what he is doing?
“Stand on all fours again,” Daddy says, and I follow his command.
Daddy does this several times with the sit command, giving me a little treat every single time.
“Now we are going to do lie down,” Daddy tells me.
I nod and wait for him to give me the command. I can’t help but secretly enjoy this. To do what he says and get a little reward after. It fills something inside of me.
