“Can I ask you a few questions, Ava?” Jefared asks.
I shake my head defiantly.
Papi chuckles. “I need you to cooperate with Jefared for a few minutes, Baby girl.”
I gasp and fight him when he tries to pry me away from his chest. Grasping for the blanket, I tug it in front of my chest.
Papi is too strong for me, though. He manages to sit me on my diapered bottom over one thigh. At least he’s kind enough to tuck the blanket around my breasts before he plucks the pacifier out of my mouth.
He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. His expression is stern. “I know you’re frustrated and scared, but you need to be polite and answer Jefared’s questions. If you can’t do so like a good girl, I’ll flip you over and spank you right here.”
I stare at him, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it. I want to be furious. Inside my head, I am furious. He can’t boss me around like this. He can’t dominate me and treat me like a child.
My body is traitorous, though, and the second he mentions spanking me in this office in front of Jefared, my pussy clenches. Arousal runs out of me.
Papi lifts a brow. He knows, and I hate that. I hate this entire thing. I especially hate how badly I want him to strip me and thrust into me. It’s all I can think about now that I’ve met his gaze and he’s asserted his dominance.
“Do you want Papi to spank you?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” I kind of do, though. At least when he’s spanking me, I’m not in control.
He kisses my forehead and smooths my mess of curls away from my face. “Good girl.”
“My questions aren’t difficult, Little one,” Jefared says. “I just need to ask about your medical history. Do you have any allergies?”
I shake my head.
“Words, Baby girl,” Papi commands. “You’ll learn to speak respectfully to everyone you meet.”
When I glance at him, I find his brow lifted again. Damn him. I swallow as I turn my attention back to Jefared, and I squeeze my legs together around the bulky material as I say, “No, Sir. I don’t have any allergies.”
Jefared types in his computer. “How about any medical conditions? Past surgeries? Broken bones? Stitches?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
He types again and then stops and smiles at me. “That’s all I need, Little one.” He lifts his gaze to Papi’s. “You can take her on through to see the doctor. Dankin is waiting for her.”
Papi picks up his bag from the floor, tosses it over his free shoulder, and rises. “Thank you.”
“May you have a wonderful life with your precious Little one,” Jefared says as he stands and shakes Papi’s hand.
Papi passes through the room and opens a door on the other side before stepping into another room.
I’m still reeling from the mention of a doctor, and I switch to a full panic when I realize we’re now in an exam room.
I squirm in Papi’s arms. “I don’t need a doctor,” I argue.
He holds me tighter. “Every Little girl sees the doctor before boarding the transport vessel, Little one. It’s mandatory. Dankin needs to make sure you’re healthy enough to make the trip.”
I don’t even have time to struggle further before a door opens opposite us, and yet another giant steps into the room. He’s as large and imposing as Papi. He smiles and reaches out to shake Papi’s hand like Jefared did. “Ganrax, good to see you.” He touches my arm over the blanket. “And you, too, Little one. It’s my first night on the job, and you’re my second patient.”
I scowl. I don’t care for his pleasantries. My sour mood doesn’t seem to affect him at all, though. He pats the end of the exam table. “You can set her here.”
I wrap my arms around Papi’s neck and hold on tight, shaking my head. “Don’t need a doctor.”
He rubs my back as he tugs the blanket away from me. “Not optional, Little one.”
I shudder. He’s left me naked except for this stupid diaper.
“Are you going to cooperate on your own, Ava? Or do you want Papi to inject you with my serum to force your body to relax?”
I whimper. Damn him. I definitely don’t want the serum. That sounds much worse, so I release his neck and let him settle me on the end of the table. I cross my arms over my boobs and humph.
Papi strokes under my chin. “Look at me, Baby girl.”
I hate obeying him. I really do, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Or maybe I don’t want to find out what will happen if I’m naughty again. I tip my head back.
His gaze is stern again, narrowed. “Same rule applies for Dankin. You’ll speak to him politely, or I won’t hesitate to flip you onto your hands and knees right here and spank your bottom while Dankin waits.”
I knew he would say something like that, so why did I challenge him? It’s like I don’t even know myself.
Dankin steps up to my other side. “I heard she’s been disagreeable.”
I gasp and glare at Papi. He told people I’m disagreeable?
Papi rubs my back. “I think it’s harder for her than most. She’s struggling to let go and accept her submission. According to Ava, her friend Mia identified as Little on Earth, so she probably wasn’t the best example for your first patient.”
Dankin chuckles. “I heard that, too. She was very worried about Ava.”
