Page 37 of His Little Turquoise
“As for squirming around to slide off this bed, that’s not safe. It’s too high off the floor for you. You might twist an ankle or break a bone. Most of my rules are for your safety. The furniture on Eleadia is much higher than any on Earth, and for a Little girl like you, it’s far too high. You will not climb on or off furniture without my assistance. Understood?”
She sighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“Look at Papi.”
She takes her time meeting my gaze. Her eyes are still slightly narrowed with frustration.
“When you misbehave, I will spank your bottom, Mia.”
She bites her bottom lip.
“Were you naughty?” I challenge.
“Yes, Papi.”
“Did you deserve to have your bottom spanked?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Are you going to lie still like a good girl so I can put cream on your sore pussy and diaper you?”
“I don’t really want to wear a diaper, Papi.” She pushes out her lower lip again.
“I know it’s strange at first, but Little girls are always diapered on my planet. You need to get used to it.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea,” she argues.
“You will in time.” I lift the diaper. “Spread your legs and lift your bottom for Papi.”
She does as she’s told, and when I see her glistening pussy, I know I have not made the wrong decision when I spanked her naughty bottom. I slide the diaper under her before opening the tube of ointment.
My sweet Little girl holds her breath while I take my time applying plenty of the cream on her sensitive swollen skin. I don’t hurry. I rub it into her folds first. Her breath hitches whenI reach my finger inside her pussy to spread some of the soothing ointment inside.
When I slide my finger down to her tight little rectum, she squeezes her cheeks together.
“Let Papi finish, Baby girl.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t need it there.”
“Who makes that decision, Little one?”
She sighs dramatically.
“Relax your bottom.” I tap her puckered hole and wait until she stops fighting me to slip my finger into her rectum. She needs to get used to having her bottom penetrated, but more importantly she needs to understand that the decision is not hers. “Good girl,” I praise as I ease my finger out.
I clean my hands on a wet washcloth before I lift the diaper around her and fasten it at her waist. Afterward, I plant my hands on either side of her and meet her gaze.
“I’m sorry, Papi,” she says softly.
I smile. “All is forgiven. Little girls make mistakes. When they do, what happens to help them learn?”
“They get their bottoms spanked.” Another dramatic sigh.
“That’s right. Did you learn a lesson?”
“Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl.” I lift her by the waist and set her on her feet on the floor. Part of me hates to put her down. I’d rather carry her everywhere for these last hours we have together, but she needs a bit of freedom for a moment, and watching her waddle from the room as fast as she can melts my heart.
