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)
I secure her wrists before pulling straps up between her legs and across her waist. I cinch them tight, keeping her from bucking out of the seat. I add yet another strap across her chest under her breasts. When I’m satisfied she can’t escape, I adjust the seat so she’s slightly more upright.
“Papi…” she whimpers.
I kiss her cheek. “I know you need me to show you what it will feel like, Little one.”
“I just had surgery in my head. I don’t think it’s a good idea to spank me. What if I start bleeding again?” she argues.
I shake my head. “You won’t. Dankin said you are fully healed. Our bonding and my serum sped up the healing process. He’s only keeping you here another day to monitor you. It will probably be beneficial for me to spank you and prove it causes you no harm.”
I rifle around in the diaper bag and find what I need.
Clara gasps when I hold up the first item. “What’s that?”
“A suction cup. I’m going to attach it to your little titty so it gets nice and swollen before I spank the naughty bud.”
Clara tries to buck her entire body, but she’s fully secured and unable to squirm free.
I palm her breast, squeeze the sides to isolate her nipple, and set the small suction cup against her little titty.
She cries out as the bud is sucked into the toy. It pulls her nipple hard, elongating it. “No, Papi. Take it off. I don’t like it.”
“You’re not supposed to like it, Baby girl. I’m disciplining you. It’s meant to be uncomfortable. After I spank these pretty titties, you’ll think twice about touching them in the future.”
She whimpers and struggles. “Why can’t I touch my nipples?”
“Because doing so gives you great pleasure, Baby girl, and you will not be permitted to take your own pleasure. I decide when you’re allowed to be pleasured, not you.”
She tips her head back and moans.
I can smell her arousal. It’s not coming from the suction on her nipple so much as my words. She gets aroused when I make demands on her. The rush of pheromones filling the room doubled when I explained my rule. The suction cup caused only the first hint of arousal.
Clara tries hard to straighten her legs. She’d like to close them, but she can’t. I’ve put her in bulkier diapers than necessary. The amount of soft material between her legs is forcing her to accept her open pussy.
I grab the small crop from her diaper bag next and show it to her. “I will spank your titties with the flap on the end of the crop. It will sting for a while, reminding you of my rules.”
Clara cries out when I release the pressure on the suction cup. Her pretty nipple is double its usual size, swollen and angry. The extra blood flow to the tip will increase the pain from the crop.
I grab her breast, steady it in my hand, and swat her titty hard enough to make her scream. I watch her face while I continue to hold her breast. I won’t touch the nipple. I want her to endure the sting from the swat for as long as possible.
Clara is panting now. “Okay, okay. I won’t touch my titties, Papi.”
I finally release the angry breast, swap the crop for the suction device, and switch to the other globe.
She shakes her head. “No, Papi. I’ll be good. I promise. You don’t need to do it again.”
I ignore her and push the button to suck her other titty deep into the machine.
Clara shakes her head. “Owie. Papi, don’t do it again.”
I cup her face and wait for her to meet my gaze before I say, “I will never back down from a punishment, Baby girl. No matter how many times you test me, you will always receive your full discipline. You can count on it.”
She whimpers. “But it hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt, Little one. It wouldn’t be a punishment if it didn’t.”
Tears slide down her cheeks, and she sniffles. “Okay, Papi,” she relents. She stops struggling and even thrusts her little titties forward.
I’m proud of her.
She winces when I release the suction. I know that part is almost more painful than the swat.
I waste no time grasping her breast and giving it the same stinging slap of pain its twin received. I’ve never thought of myself as a sadist. I still don’t. It’s an instinctive dominant nature that’s come out since I found my mate.
The need to assert my authority over her is strong. My girl craves it. She’s finding out how deeply submissive she is and how badly she wants me to honor that side of her.
We’re honing our dynamic one hour at a time. It’s happening organically. I discover a need she has, and I fill it. Right now, she needed me to spank her titties. She nearly begged me to do so when she covered them with her palms a second time. She craved the punishment. Either she enjoys being disciplined or she was simply curious to find out what it would feel like to have her nipples spanked hard enough to make her cry.