Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I spank her lower, loving the way her breath hitches.
Keeping an eye on her face, I pepper her with dozens of swats, up and down her bottom and the backs of her thighs. When I’m done, she’s panting heavily, and the scent of her pussy is so powerful that every inhale makes me want to fist my cock.
Now that I feel confident she’s never been with a human male, I will not expose my cock to her too soon. It’s going to frighten her. She needs more time. She needs reassurance that even though it’s very large, it will feel good inside her.
She sniffles as I gently turn her over so she’s lying on her back.
It’s cute how she whimpers and lifts her bottom off the bed. “Owie.”
I grab a soft changing pad and slide it under her. “There. That will feel better.” I keep one hand on her thigh while I lean a bit farther to retrieve the tube of cream I’ll use to remove her pubic hair. I might as well get that task over while she’s loose and complacent from the spanking.
She’s trembling.
“Open your legs again, Little one. As wide as you can.”
“Are you going to touch my naughty parts now?”
I smile. It’s interesting how she can’t say pussy. Her word choice is very stilted from lack of exposure. I open the tube in my hand. “I’m only going to touch you as much as necessary to spread this ointment on your pussy, Little one.”
She holds her thighs open for me. She’s so aroused she’d do anything to get me to touch her. “What is it, Papi?”
“It’s a hair remover. It needs to sit for a few minutes. When I wipe it away, your hair will be all gone from your pussy. It will never grow back.” I don’t mind explaining things to her. She’s a sponge, watching me intently.
“Why?”
“Because it’s not healthy to have hair under your diapers, Little one. It would trap moisture against your skin and give you a rash.”
“Oh.”
The second I touch her, she lifts her hips and gasps. Her jaw clenches tight.
I’m quick to rub in the ointment. As much as I want to linger, now is not the time. I’m fully aware that with every stroke of my finger her arousal rises. When I finish, I clean my fingers on a cloth. “Don’t move, Baby girl.”
She squirms. “My bottom hurts, Papi.”
“It’s supposed to, Little one. Next time Papi tells you to do something, maybe you’ll obey me.”
“What if I don’t?” Her voice isn’t taunting. She’s asking a serious question.
I tap her nose. “That depends. I’ll try spanking you the next time you’re naughty, but I suspect it’s not going to be an effective deterrent.”
“Why not?” She’s so inquisitive.
“Because you enjoyed it. If it turns out you like how it feels for Papi to spank you, I’ll need to find other ways to punish you.”
She pushes her bottom lip out, which nearly brings me to my knees. I’m not quite sure what her little pout is about. It’s possible she’s upset by the thought that I might not spank her again.
I bend and kiss her pouty lips. “Don’t you worry. If you like having your bottom spanked, you can just ask Papi to spank you any time. If you ask for a good-girl spanking, I’ll even let you come afterward.”
Her eyes go wide. “I might like that.”
“I’m certain you will, Little one.” I grab the wipes from the nightstand and gently remove her hair. Her naked pussy takes my breath away. She was pretty with the hair, too, but I’m struggling to keep my erection from popping out of my pants now that I’m staring at her bald folds.
I’m teasing her, too. I can’t help myself. I stroke a finger up and down her labia before parting them. That’s probably a mistake because her potent pheromones fill my nose. Copious wetness is gathered at her entrance.
I couldn’t satisfy my cock right now if I wanted to. She’s so tiny. I would injure her. She’s going to need a lot of attention and stretching before I’ll be able to enter her with my dick.
She arches her hips off the bed. “Papi…”
I remove my hand. “It’s time to give you a bath, Little one.” That step is necessary. I want to wash her in our clean water before I move her to the mothership.
She pushes to her elbows. “A bath? I haven’t had a bath in a long time.”
I frown.
“I don’t mean that I haven’t bathed. I take showers every few nights when I can get a spot in a shelter.”
“A shelter?”
She bites her lip and stares at me.
I know my brow is furrowed in confusion. I’m not certain what a shelter is. Not in this context. Her words don’t compute.
She releases her lip and draws in a deep breath as she sits upright. “I’m homeless.”