Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Her eyes fill with tears, but she manages to find the strength to continue to be defiant. “Then I guess you’ll have to spank me because I’m not going to obey you. And I won’t even like you after you hit me.”
Her words push my patience, but I can’t let her know that. I need to be calm and firm with her. She needs to understand that I’m her Papi, and I will always have her best interest at heart. “I will never injure you, Little one. Quite the opposite. I will spank you for your safety. When you refuse to eat, I will spank you because not eating is a health concern. I will also punish your pretty bottom if you refuse to fill your diapers. The same goes for not obeying my safety rules.”
She rolls her eyes. “Do you think I’ll run out into the street and get hit by a car?” she sasses.
“No because you won’t even go out the front or back door of the house without me. If you’re super defiant, I won’t let you leave the room without me.”
She gasps. “Ever?”
“Not ever, Little one.”
She purses her lips and turns her head away from me.
I pick up the bottle and tap her defiant lips with the nipple, but that only makes her twist her small body farther to avoid contact with the bottle.
She’s testing me, and I have no choice but to show her what will happen when she misbehaves. I calmly set the bottle down before quickly unfastening her diaper and tugging it free of her body.
Clara gasps when I flip her over so she’s face down on my lap. Before she has her bearings, I clasp both her wrists at the small of her back with one hand. She jerks her head up, flailing her legs. “No! Put me down.”
It takes no effort on my part to keep her in place, and I give her bottom a firm swat to get her attention.
“Ouch! Stop it. You can’t spank me.”
I grip the back of her thighs with one hand to lessen her ability to squirm. “Clara…” My voice is firm. Commanding. “I am going to spank you for not taking your bottle. You can either accept your punishment like a good girl, or I’ll add to it. It’s up to you.”
She starts crying, which isn’t unexpected. “I don’t want you to spank me,” she wails.
“Then next time you won’t disobey me.” I swat her other cheek.
She flails around, trying to free herself.
“Your punishment doesn’t start until you stop fighting against it, Little one,” I inform her. I give her a third swat, lower this time, at the junction of her bottom with her thighs.
I studied the effects of spanking extensively so I would know what to expect and how hard to slap my Little girl’s skin. I learned how the location of my attention would affect her. So, I’m not surprised when her breath hitches, her body stiffens, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils.
I spank that same spot again, getting her attention. This time she whimpers, so I rub the spot. “Let your body relax against my thighs, Little one,” I encourage gently as I slide my hand down to grip one of her thighs, letting my fingers stroke the sensitive skin so close to her pussy.
“Papi…” she moans. At least she’s calling me Papi now.
“You will accept your punishment, Baby girl. You will stop wiggling and stay still while I spank you.”
She sniffles.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Probably not,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Can you be good for five minutes?”
She sighs, but her body relaxes against me. She’s curious now that she has discovered that some of my swats are going to feel good.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Baby girl.” I continue to tease her inner thighs. When she clenches them together, trapping my fingers, I add, “Spread your legs. You’ll keep your knees wide while I spank you.”
When she hesitates, I slide my thumb to her rectum and press against the tight hole.
Clara arches her chest, lifting her head as she gasps. “Papi…” She’s a stubborn Little girl.
I put pressure on her rosette again. “Spread your legs, Little one,” I demand.
She jerks her knees apart. I like that she’s panting. “I don’t like it.”
“You’re not supposed to like it, Baby girl. That’s why it’s called a punishment. In five seconds, I’m going to push my thumb into your bottom and keep it there until you accept your spanking.”
She shakes her head and clenches her butt cheeks. “No, Papi.”
“Are you ready to be disciplined?”
She sighs dramatically. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” I instruct her.
She whimpers again.
I lower my hand, drag my thumb through her soaking wet folds, and return it to her tight rosette.
Clara’s body clenches, but she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she finally relents. “Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” she practically shouts.