Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I reach up and tug her arms down to her sides. “And don’t forget that you’re not allowed to play with your nipples.”
Her eyes go wide. “That’s silly, and I wasn’t playing with them.”
“No touching them at all, Baby girl. Once you get them pierced, they will be even more sensitive than they are now. You aren’t permitted to pleasure yourself. Papi decides when you get to experience pleasure.”
She stares at me, not blinking. Eventually she licks her lips. “You can’t keep me from touching myself if I want to.”
I lift a brow. “Wanna bet?”
She swallows. “Are you going to stay up all night every night watching me on that monitor in my room?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Won’t need to. As soon as you’re fully mobile, I want you in my bed. I’ll hold you in my arms all night. You won’t have the mobility to touch yourself.”
She’s breathing heavily, and I love the scent coming from her. The idea of sleeping in my arms makes her extremely horny. Good. She licks her lips. “So I won’t sleep in the crib anymore?”
“You will still nap there. But if I ever catch you playing with your nipples or your pussy, I’ll start restraining your wrists to the sides of the crib when you nap,” I warn her.
She gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
I smile. “Try me.” I slide my hand up to her breast and thumb her nipple. “If you’re really naughty, I’ll put you in your bouncy seat, restrain your arms, nick these little buds with my quill, and leave you writhing.” This idea hadn’t ever actually occurred to me before now, but based on her reaction, I will for sure implement this punishment at some point.
Chapter Fifteen
Sara
This man drives me bananas. He’s so playful, but I also know he’s not kidding. Every time he threatens to punish me, his threat makes me squirm. The most maddening part about that is he knows when I’m horny. He can scent it.
I’m often trembling with need. It happens every time he comes near me, and he’s almost always with me. When he touches me, it grows. When he presses our chests together, our connection is explosive. When he strips my diaper off and puts his fingers inside me, I combust.
I can’t stop thinking about him spanking me. What if I like it? That will embarrass me because he will know it. But, on the other hand, he already knows I will like it. He’s so frustrating.
The idea of him tormenting me with his quill and leaving me needy does not sound pleasant. It sounds like torture. But I have an idea. I want him to show me everything, and I want him to do it now while I’m not in trouble. I want to experience all these things he’s threatening me with. Maybe if he does, I won’t be nearly so inclined to misbehave.
On the other hand, maybe I’ll be more inclined to misbehave.
“Spank me,” I say. I’m already panting. My arms and legs are stronger today. I can’t pull myself up, but I can stretch my limbs, and I have way more control over them.
Papi lifts me up higher so he can kiss me. He holds me against his face as he sets his forehead against mine. “Are you sure, Baby girl?”
“Very sure.”
He stands, cradling me. He doesn’t have to support my head anymore. I hope I’m truly advanced for day four. I want to be mobile. It’s frustrating lying on my back all day.
Papi moves to the couch. Still cradling me, he holds my gaze while he removes my diaper. As soon as I’m naked, I stretch out my legs, pulling them together. I spend so much time with my knees bent because I can’t straighten them around the bulk of the soft material I’m always wearing.
Papi slides a hand down my chest and lower until he wiggles a finger between my tight legs to find my clit. When he touches it, I arch and writhe. “Spread your knees, Sara,” he commands in his most dominant voice.
I let them fall open. I can’t look away from his face as his gaze travels up and down my naked frame, reverently soaking me in.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he murmurs.
I whimper. His voice alone can make me whimper, but when he says things like that, I feel as sexy as he says I am.
“One of the benefits of keeping our females diapered is that they can’t fully close their legs,” he continues, stroking between my folds now, driving me wild. “Do you know why I like that?”
I nod. I do know why. “Because you can scent my arousal better.”
He smiles. “Yes, but also forcing your legs open contributes to your arousal.”
He’s right. When I’m lying in my crib with my knees bent and splayed open wide, my pussy feels so exposed and needy. There’s no other position to get comfortable in besides that one. I can stretch my legs out straight anytime I want, but it’s awkward to leave them that way, so I bend my knees and let them fall wide.