“If you try to squirm free or rub your sensitive parts, I’ll start over. The spanking ends when I’m able to get ten swats in without you complaining, wiggling, or trying to get relief. Understood?”
I love how she’s panting. She has set her cheek on my thigh, facing away from me, but she can’t hide how pink her face is. Nor can she hide the growing need dripping from her cunt.
Her hair is all over the place, and I reach up to gather it away from her face and tuck it against my abs.
There’s one more thing she needs to know. “When Papi spanks you because you were naughty, you will not get to come afterward.”
Her breath hitches. “You say that as though I would want to.”
“Oh, Baby girl, you don’t know the kind of want you’re about to experience.”
She shudders and sniffles. “And you act like you’re also going to spank me when I’m not…naughty.” She whispers that last word.
“I will, Little one. Probably every day. Do you know why?”
She whines. “No.”
“Because you’re going to ask me to.”
Her entire body nearly bucks off my lap. I have to grip her wrists and her bottom to keep her from freeing herself. “That’s crazy. I would never do that. I don’t like it.” She’s pouting.
“You’ll see. Shall I begin?”
“No.” Such a petulant, sassy Little girl.
“What if I need to use the bathroom?”
Oh boy. Are we going to have this discussion right now?
“You can relieve your bladder after your spanking, Baby girl.”
“What if I pee on you?” She’s going to try me every step of the way, and that’s okay. I have an answer for everything and unlimited patience.
“Then I’ll clean it up and change pants after I finish. Do you ordinarily have trouble controlling your bladder, Baby girl?” I know this idea will infuriate her.
Another exaggerated gasp. “No.”
“Then I doubt it will be a problem. But if we discover you have a tendency to wet yourself when I’m disciplining you, I’ll use a pad under your pussy in the future.”
She lets out an extremely amplified sob. “I’m not going to wet myself, you…you…you dork.”
I stifle a chuckle. “Let me know when I may begin.”
“I’m not going to verbally ask you to spank me, dork.” Apparently she has decided dork is a word I’ll permit her to use since she got away with it the first time.
“You are going to ask Papi to spank you, naughty Little girl. And I’m adding five swats for name-calling. You may call me Papi. Nothing else.”
She lifts her face clear off my thigh and screams in frustration.
I rub her bottom. “That’s a good girl. Get all that anger out. I know you’re stressed and scared. So many things are changing at once. You’re not the only Little girl to feel confused and angry about being plucked from her life.”
She screams again, trying to wiggle free. I know I need to be firm here. Calm but firm. I can’t relent. She needs to understand two things. One, that I’m the boss. And two, that she will like having a boss. The first one will come quickly. The second may take time.
I’m not permitting myself to doubt the truth of those facts. I’m aware there are some females who are not suitable mates for an Eleadian male. However, I’m equally certain Fate would not bind me to a female who isn’t perfect for me. We may face numerable challenges, but in the end, Ava will realize that submitting to me is exactly what she needs to be the happiest Little girl in the universe.
All the squirming and crying is wearing her out. She hiccups several times. Her nose is running against my dress pants. Tears are coating my leg, too. That’s okay. Every secretion from her body is like a drug to me, reminding me that she’s exactly perfect.
The longer she has her tantrum, the calmer and more certain I feel about Fate’s choice. I may have been dealt a challenge, but I can handle it.
Eventually her tantrum settles into whining and sniffles. “I don’t want you to spank me, Papi,” she argues again, but her voice is weaker this time.
“I know you’re scared, Baby girl, but I promise it will be okay.”
“I’m not scared,” she insists. “I’m a strong independent woman. You don’t scare me. You’re infuriating me.”
I smooth my hand over her bottom again. There’s no need to repeat everything I’ve already said. “Would you like Papi to nick your skin before we begin?”
She shakes her head so hard I fear I might have to plant my hand on her neck to get her to stop before she hurts herself. “No. Don’t do that again. I don’t like it.”
“It will happen again, Baby girl. Often. You’ll learn to crave it. It will be like an aphrodisiac that will increase the potency of your orgasms. But you already know that.”
She groans. I can hear the defeat in her voice. She’s slowly resigning herself to her new reality.
Chapter Seven
Ava
I’ve never been so angry in my life. My arms are getting sore from being held behind my back. My knees are tired from holding me up. My face is a mess of snot and tears. I keep wiping them on Ganrax’s thigh. I don’t even care if I ruin his stupid pants.
