Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Fun fact. Even though I’m now under the care of two men who feed me exactly the right amount of formula for my body type—according to the doctors—I’m still chubby. I had thought maybe I would lose at least some weight under the strict formula diet I’ve been consuming for six months. But no.
“Sleep, Little one,” Kafran encourages again, stroking my thigh.
I pop my pacifier back into my mouth and try to obey him, but my mind wanders to the third stop on tomorrow’s hellish list. The jeweler. His name is Ekert. His Little girl is Sophie. Apparently Sophie has amazing skills with stones, and she has already selected some for me to look at.
My Papis have chosen some kind of stone called anzerine. It’s not a gem found on Earth, so I don’t know what to expect, but they’ve told me not to worry. I will love it.
It doesn’t matter if I like the stones or not. What I’m certain I do not like is the idea of having the gems hanging from my nipples. Drawing more attention to my large areolas. I don’t need to draw even more attention to them.
I’ve seen other women from a distance. We pass the park on our way to the clinic. Every one of them has pierced nipples. I’m not ready for that step, and my Papis have told me they won’t force me. I’ll get my piercings when I’m ready.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t going to make me go look at the stones tomorrow. The idea freaks me out.
“Mercy…” Skarg uses his warning tone this time. “You’re fretting. We can tell when you’re stressed because you fidget and sigh a lot.”
I pull the pacifier back out. “Sorry, Papi. I can’t help it.”
He rubs my tummy again. “Tell us what’s bothering you.”
“It won’t make any difference, Papi.”
Skarg slides his hand up to my chest and pinches one of my nipples hard.
I cry out. “Papi…”
“Tell us what’s on your mind, naughty girl. We care about your feelings. I’m not saying we will change anything because some things are hard rules, but we will listen and try to ease your concerns.”
I let out another dramatic sigh. “I don’t want to go to the doctor, the park, or the jeweler, Papi. All three stress me out.”
“Ah. Well, you’re right about one thing. Those three things are happening because we know what’s best for you even when you sometimes think otherwise.”
“He’s right,” Kafran adds. “Regular checkups are mandatory to ensure you’re healthy. We want Thabo and Chadka to keep a close eye on your kidney in addition to monitoring the rest of your vitals. Meeting other Little girls is the only way for you to learn to trust people. I know you were surrounded by humans who never had your best interest in mind. That is not true here. You’ll see.”
“And,” Skarg picks up, “It won’t kill you to go look at the gemstones. We aren’t saying you must get your nipples pierced tomorrow, but we want you to see the stones, hold them, get an understanding of what to expect in the near future.”
I sigh dramatically. “See? That’s not helpful.” I hear the sass in my tone and know immediately I’ve gone too far. My Papis will put up with a lot from me, but they do have a limit, and I crossed it with my whining.
“Maybe a firm spanking will help you relax,” Kafran says. His side of the bed dips as he moves away from me, and I squint my eyes when he turns on the light.
They haven’t spanked me since we arrived. They haven’t touched me intimately either. Those were two things my Papis said they wouldn’t do until I had my strength back and had clearance from the doctors.
Apparently they are not going to wait another minute to spank me, though, and there’s a good chance I asked for this on purpose. I’m freaking out so badly that I probably need the relief I can get from a hard spanking.
It’s odd how I know that after the one time they swatted my bottom before we left the mothership. That memory stands out in my mind, though. Sometimes when I’m alone in my crib or playpen, I find myself reliving those moments.
For my Papis, it was six months ago. For me, it was two weeks ago. And I want to experience it again.
Kafran props himself up against the headboard.
Meanwhile, Skarg straddles me, staring down at me intently. “You have a lot of pent-up frustration, Baby girl. We’re going to erase that with our palms.”
“Yes, Papi.” I’m nervous but not as much as I was the first time. This time, I won’t be blindsided by the unknown. I remember the release I got from the sting.
Skarg rises onto his knees and unfastens my diaper before whisking it away.