She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout. “Poop.”
It’s hard not to laugh. She’s so stinking adorable. I’m feeling luckier by the minute.
She rubs her eyes. “Soap is getting in my eyes.”
“It shouldn’t burn, Little one. It’s very mild.” I tip her head back. “Let me see your eyes, Janelle.”
She blinks at me. “I don’t think it hurts. I just thought it should.”
They aren’t red. “Okay. Let me know if it starts to burn.”
“You’re really going to give me bottles?”
“Yes, Little one. I will almost always feed you myself. It’s bonding to hold you in my arms while you eat, and I can be sure you don’t choke.”
“All the women on your planet wear diapers and take bottles?”
“They do.”
“Do they wear dresses like babies?”
I rinse her hair off before answering her. “Nope,” I say casually. “No dresses.” I’m well aware this is the biggest sticking point for most Little girls. It’s so shocking to them that they tend to rebel.
“What do they wear?” Her curiosity is so fresh and delightful.
“Soft diapers like you were wearing earlier.”
“But what else?”
I fill my palm with soap and wash up her arms and shoulders and down her front. As I glide my fingers over her breasts, I pinch her little nipple while I meet her gaze. “Little girls on Eleadia have pierced nipples with hoops and pretty stones.”
Her breath hitches, as expected. This is another point of contention human females have. It seems like now is a good time to go ahead and inform her. There’s never going to be a perfect time. All we can do as Papis is pick a time to tell our Littles and hope for the best. That time is now for me.
Janelle’s hands come up to cup her breasts, knocking mine out of the way. I don’t think she’s breathing.
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “There’s another rule I haven’t told you yet, Little one,” I say gently. “We don’t let Little girls play with their nipples.”
It turns out her eyes can bug out farther.
I reach for her wrists and lower her hands. “Hard rule, Little one. I will spank you if I find you playing with your nipples.”
She swallows. “I don’t play with my boobs anyway, but that’s a weird rule, Papi.”
I smile. “You’ll want to, Little one.” I decide to demonstrate my point.
Chapter Six
Janelle
My head is reeling as I try to process Papi’s words. I’ve seriously never considered playing with my boobs. Why would I do that? And why is it forbidden? And I feel faint over the idea of having my nipples pierced. Every woman on Eleadia agrees to that? It sounds so painful that I want to squeeze my boobs and never let go of them.
While I’m pondering this new information, Papi takes one of my hands, lifts it to the side of the basin, and wraps something around my wrist.
I give a tug, but I can’t free myself, and that fact is solidified when he does the same to my other wrist. I start to panic.
Papi leans over, sucks one of my wet nipples into his mouth, and pricks it with his stupid quill. Again. How many times has he done that? He’s manipulating me. I’m aware of it, but it still takes me by surprise.
I pull on my arms again, coming up short. Goosebumps rise all over my skin. Strange things keep happening to my body, and they’re occurring with more frequency. The flutters are back,and they’re stronger. It’s like I’m not in control. Some other force is. I suspect that force has to do with whatever Papi keeps injecting me with.
