Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Why am I disappointed? I should be glad he isn’t going to be touching so much of me. My need for him is so much stronger when he holds me and off the charts when he rolls me forward so my naked breasts rub against his warm pecs.
Papi parts my legs wider than necessary and pulls a thick padded flap up between them before buckling me in at the waist on both sides.
I kick and squirm and arch my chest. My breathing grows labored every time he restrains me even in a situation as simple as this one. I’m so needy that I barely have the wherewithal to keep from grabbing my nipples. I’m not strong enough to leave them alone altogether, though. I press my biceps inward, squeezing my breasts.
Papi lifts a brow. “What did I say about playing with your naughty little tittles, Ava?”
I gasp. He said he would spank me. Right now, that sounds like heaven. For one thing, it would mean releasing me from the bouncy seat. For another thing, it would mean removing this stupid diaper—at least long enough to swat my bottom.
I crave the contact. I want his palm on me. I want to feel the pain. I hope he’s not gentle. I’m literally bouncing in the stupid bouncy seat out of excitement.
Instead of unfastening my waist, Papi picks up my wrists and pulls them over my head. A second later, he wraps a thick padding around them and attaches it somewhere behind the bouncy seat.
I stop breathing. What’s he doing? My arms are stretched so tight up behind me that my breasts are forced high. They literally ache from lack of contact. I’ve gained some weight from Papi’s constant bottle feedings, and my breasts are tight and heavy.
Papi leaves me like this and walks away, leaving me twisting my head around, craning to see what he’s doing, but I can’t see behind me. All I can see is my biceps.
When he returns, I’m panting. He’s holding a small wooden spoon, and he plucks the pacifier from my mouth so fast I don’t have time to clamp down on it and make it difficult for him.
He lowers to his knees between my legs and leans over me, planting his palms on either side of my bouncy seat. “Little girls need a lot of rules, and so far, I’ve only told you one. Which rule did Papi give you, naughty girl?”
I purse my lips and squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t know what he’s going to do with the spoon, but my curiosity is piqued more than it’s ever been. Instinct tells me he will never injure me. The same instinct tells me he’s going to be firm and demanding for the rest of my life.
The tight ball in my tummy is flipping around. I try to pull my legs together, but they won’t budge. They’re forced wider than usual by the thick flap between them. I can feel my pulse beating in my nipples.
“Let’s go over a few more rules just to get that out of the way. One, no running in the house. Two, no climbing on furniture for any reason. You will keep your feet on the floor unless Papi picks you up to sit on the couch or a chair. You won’t be left unsupervised on any furniture. Three, no standing in your crib or climbing out of it. Four, no standing in your playpen or climbing out of it. Five, no opening the front or back door without Papi unless the house is on fire. Six, no masturbating. That means no playing with your titties or your pussy. I know it feels good, but Papi decides when you deserve to feel pleasure.”
My breathing is shallow as I try to remember everything he’s said. I’m not going to be able to, and I can’t believe how strict he intends to be. It’s maddening. Furniture? I can’t even sit on the couch? I glance over at it.
Papi follows my gaze. “It’s too high, Little one. Papi’s furniture isn’t safe for you to climb on without supervision. You might fall and get hurt.”
I have about a million arguments, but he’s cornered me while I’m in my silent stage. Damn him.
“Yesterday I insisted on you saying one word to avoid going to the doctor. Today, I’m going to require two words, and I’m going to make it easy on you. I’ll provide the two words. They are yes, Papi. Now, did you understand my rules?”
I swallow. “Yes, Papi.”
He smiles. “That sounds so nice. Did I tell you what would happen if you played with your titties?”
“Yes, Papi,” I whisper.
“Did I say I would spank you?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Did I say I would spank your bottom?”
I hesitate, thinking. He did not specify my bottom. Shoot. And no isn’t one of my words, so I shake my head.