I need to tell him to stop touching me.
She told me. She warned me over and over that one day a man would make me forget myself. He would seem so nice and treat me like a queen, but underneath they are all liars and cheaters.
I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping to block him out. His scent fills the room. I keep inhaling his essence or something. It’s powerful. My mother didn’t tell me about that part.
His touch, too. The way he’s gripping my wrists. He’s not hurting me. In fact, he’s stroking my skin with his thumbs.
“Such a stubborn Little girl. I’m going to take your diaper off, flip you over, and spank your bottom now, Janelle.”
My breath hitches. I open my mouth to stop him, but it’s too late. His hands have already come to the tabs on the sides ofmy diaper. Before I can protest either physically or verbally, he whisks it away and flips me onto my tummy.
I squirm, but his palm is huge and powerful on my lower back. My thoughts are so confusing. I can’t make sense of anything. I feel oddly cherished. He has reprimanded me, and now he’s going to spank me, and a part of me knows it’s for my own good.
A part of me craves this. I want to know what it will feel like for him to spank me.
He leans over my body, and a moment later, he lifts my hips and pushes a pillow under them, forcing my bottom into the air. He guides my hands to the small of my back and captures both of them in one of his.
His other palm spreads out on my bottom. He can cover my entire butt with one hand.
“Spread your knees, naughty girl.”
I squeeze my thighs tighter together at his command. Even his words are making the flutters in my tummy increase.
“I won’t start until your knees are wide, Janelle. When Papi spanks you, you won’t be permitted to experience pleasure.”
I don’t understand. Pleasure? Why would I feel pleasure from a spanking? As confusing as this is, I think he’s right. I like this. I’ve lost my marbles. Maybe I’m still passed out, and none of this is happening.
“Your spanking will be much worse if you don’t spread your thighs, Little one.” He swats my bottom hard enough to make me gasp.
I find myself lifting my butt higher as if I want him to do it again.
“Knees, naughty girl. I can smell your need. I know your pussy is soaked. I’ve spent months studying human females. I’m aware of how badly you need Papi to pleasure your pussy, butpleasure is for Little girls who do as they’re told.” He swats me again.
I flinch. My entire body trembles from the aftershocks. My butt is on fire, and I want more.
“Your cream is powerful, Janelle. Your pheromones do not lie. You like being punished. You’re testing Papi to make sure I mean what I say. I can assure you I will never go back on my word. If I give you an order, you’ll obey me or suffer the consequences. If you enjoy having your bottom spanked, I won’t use this as a form of punishment in the future. I’ll find something that doesn’t make your pussy cream and your heart race.”
I’m so embarrassed. Can he read my mind? I’ve never experienced anything even remotely like this.
Even though I’m facing the other direction out of self-preservation, I’m aware of him leaning forward, and I nearly shoot off the bed when he kisses my upper thigh right at the spot where it meets my butt cheek. His mouth is way too close to my sex, and his nose is almost between my butt cheeks.
He holds my legs down with a grip on one of my thighs. “Your scent is intoxicating, Baby girl. Other Papis told me it would be like this, but there was no way for me to fully understand until I met you.”
“You can’t touch me there,” I whimper.
“Why not, Little one?” His voice is calm. He has never gotten angry even though he’s spanking me.
“It’s dirty. It’s wrong. I’m not supposed to let boys touch me, especially notthere.”
“Your mother told you that?”
“Yes.” I sniffle. Is he going to let me go?
“It was wise advice when you were too young to understand all the feelings you’re experiencing now. It would have been very confusing to feel this intense arousal as a child. But I’m not aboy, Janelle. I’m a man. I’m much older than you, and I promise what you’re feeling is perfectly natural.”
“It’s wrong. So very wrong. You’re trying to distract me with your wicked ways so I’ll let you put your thing in me. Then I’ll get pregnant, and you’ll leave me.” I suck back a sob. I sound ridiculous.
I’m shocked when he suddenly releases me and flips me onto my back. Before I can process the change or protest his next actions, he bends my knees, pushes them wide apart, and traps my arms under my thighs.
