Page 11 of His Little Turquoise
I nod.
“The last Daddy you had?”
I nod again.
“Is that why you haven’t had another Daddy for a while?”
Another nod.
“Well, he was a fool.”
I give him a small smile, meeting his gaze.
He takes my breath away. He’s staring at me like I hang the moon.
“He was,” I agree. “But he hurt me, and I’m not ready to try again.”
Papi gives me a huge smile. “It’s kind of late for that, Little one. We’re in the middle of you trying again. I just spanked your little bottom hard enough to turn it a pretty shade of pink while you moaned. Were you thinking about another man while I made your pussy wet?”
My face heats so hot I think it might catch on fire. I shake my head. “No, Papi.”
“I’d say you’re over that man.” His smile is bigger.
Maybe he’s right but… “What if I can’t be the kind of Little girl you want?”
“You already are the most perfect Little girl ever to exist, Mia. I’m the luckiest Papi alive. You don’t have to do or be anything but yourself to please me.”
My lip trembles as I worry. This is happening so fast. “Sometimes I can’t follow all the rules.”
His brow furrows. “Little girls are expected to make mistakes. No one is perfect. When you misbehave, Papi will discipline you, and all will be forgiven.”
I’m shaking harder as I ask the most important question. “Will you put me in timeouts?”
He stares at me for several seconds before responding. “If that’s what you need, Baby girl.”
I purse my lips.
“What’s wrong with timeouts, Mia?”
“I’m not very good at timeouts. I can’t stand still, and then the time has to start over. I never get it right.” Tears start to fall as I remember the numerous times Rick made me stand in the corner, reprimanding me when I fidgeted. It was too hard. I couldn’t do it. I was a disappointment. And he told me often. Sooften that I began to believe him. Sometimes I would meet him at the club, and he would immediately put me in a corner, to train me he said.
I shudder at the memory.
Papi cups my face and leans in closer to me. “Whoever that man was, he was not a good man. If you don’t respond well to timeouts, I won’t use them. Discipline is meant to help Little girls remember the rules. It’s not meant to frustrate you to the point of tears.”
I stare at him. “It’s hard to follow all the rules,” I tell him.
He frowns. “What kinds of rules did this man have, Little one?”
I shrug. “They were different all the time.”
He flinches. His brows raise high.
I realize everything I’m saying is making him question Rick’s decisions. And Papi is right to do so. Since I stopped seeing him, many people have told me Rick is a bad person. But it’s still hard to convince myself I wasn’t to blame.
“What were some of his rules, Mia?”
“Just little things like making sure my shoes were straight in the corner and putting his next to them lined up just right after I took them off.”
