Page 26 of His Little Turquoise
“Are you really going to get Pokey for me?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can someone get my makeup too?”
“No, Baby girl. You won’t need makeup.”
She gasps. “I have to have makeup. I don’t wear much, but my eye lashes are blond. I’ll look silly.”
“Close your eyes, Baby girl.” I hold up the washcloth and wait for her to comply before I gently wipe away the black smudges. Sure enough when it’s all gone, she looks quite different. Herlashes and her eyebrows are a very light color. “You’re even more beautiful now, Mia.”
“Papi…” she whines.
I have to pull her against me to hide my smile. I’m secretly going to love her whine. I suspect it’s way out of her normal comfort zone. It’s something she’s developing just for me. It tells me she trusts me to discipline her and do so in a fair manner.
I lift her up and turn around to sit her on the table next. After carefully lowering her to her back, I lift her arms above her head and clasp her two wrists again.
“I’m going to punish you now, Little one. For covering your titties, for lying to Papi, and for whining. Three pricks to each nipple.”
She gasps and squirms, shaking her head. “No, Papi. I don’t like it when you do that.”
I place my free hand on her torso to hold her steady. “When you misbehave, I will discipline you to help you learn, Baby girl.”
“I don’t like the needle thingy though, Papi.” She tries to arch and buck.
I hold her tighter and lean over to draw one of her precious nipples into my mouth. I swirl it with my tongue, flick it several times, and penetrate it with my quill.
Mia cries out. “No, Papi!”
I release that nipple and switch to the other, giving it the same treatment.
Mia fights me, writhing and crying.
I don’t relent though. I know why she doesn’t want me to pierce her little nipples. We both know why. It wouldn’t be a punishment if it weren’t going to drive her mad with lust.
I repeat my actions, loving the noises she makes and the way she switches from complaining to moaning.
After the third pierce, I rise up, blow on both nipples and continue to hold her against the table.
She moans and kicks her feet out. “Papi…” Her voice is husky with lust now.
I’m between her legs again, so when she tries to draw them together, she comes up short. Her diaper is thick enough to keep her from getting any relief anyway, but this is better.
Mia is panting now. Her head rolls back and forth on the table. Her breasts are swollen. Her nipples are very hard points.
“Papi, please.”
“What was Papi’s rule, Baby girl?”
She can’t stay still. She’s so damn adorable. And my cock is furious. “I won’t play with my titties, Papi. I promise. Please touch them. Please touch my pussy. Please, Papi.”
I’ve made her so horny she’s frantic.
I heard this would happen. The stories were true. And this type of punishment will work perfectly for my Little girl who doesn’t like to stand in the corner.
“Papi!” she cries out. She’s gasping as though she can’t get oxygen. “I need you inside me.”
I blow on her titties again.
