Page 10 of His Little Turquoise
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
He says nothing for a while, rubbing my skin, making me crave the upcoming spanking. It’s been so long since someone spanked me. I want this so badly. I know I’ll feel better after the rush of being dominated like this.
“I want you to call me Papi, Baby girl. Can you try it?”
I draw in a breath. “Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl. I like the sound of that. Now, can you keep your hands under your chest while I spank you, or should I hold them at the small of your back?”
“I’ll be good, Papi,” I respond. The words are loaded. I want to be good for him. I’m so damn scared I won’t be what he wants that I’m trembling.
Surgient…Papi holds me steady with a hand on the small of my back while he lifts his other hand and gives me the first swat.
My breath hitches. It’s been so long. It feels so good. Better than I remember.
He does it again and again, increasing the speed and intensity after every few slaps.
I slide into a place in my head I’m familiar with even though it’s been a long time. My Little subspace. It’s a super special place I love. Can I really have this with a new Daddy? A Papi? I won’t let myself hope.
When he pauses, he trails a finger around my heated skin. “You’re so beautiful, Mia. Your skin is so pretty. I’ve never seen a female with skin this white.” He taps my bottom in a few places. “And these little freckles are adorable.”
I squirm. He’s making my pussy tingle with his touch and his words. No one makes my pussy tingle.
“Would you like more, Baby girl?”
I nod, grateful he can’t see my face. I’m embarrassed.
“Okay, I’ll spank you a bit longer, and then we’re going to talk.”
I don’t like that last part of the plan, but the spanking I’m craving like a drug. I push my butt out when he takes too long.
Finally, he lifts his palm and resumes spanking me, harder this time.
I slide instantly into a deeper zone, my special Little space, the one I’ve only visited a few times. In my zone, I focus on Papi’s hand and the burn and heat coming off my bare bottom.
I know I’m moaning and bucking into him by the time he stops. I can’t help it.
When he stops, he instantly slides his fingers between my thighs. His hand is so large that his palm holds me down while his fingers stroke through my swollen needy folds.
I cry out and lift my head off his thigh. “Papi!”
He drags his fingertips through my wetness one more time before he removes his hand. After carefully rolling me over so I’m facing him, he smiles down at me. “You are so precious.”
I shake my head. I’m not. I’m going to disappoint him. “You should pick another Little girl. I’m not very good at it,” I warn him. I can’t think of anything worse than leaving this planet with him only to have him realize he’s made a mistake after we reach his planet.
He frowns. “What are you talking about, Little one? That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I push my dress down to cover my exposed pussy. My panties are still bunched up at my knees. When I reach for them, intent on pulling them up, Papi stops me. He grabs both my wrists with one hand and holds them against my tummy. With his free hand, he removes my ballet flats before quickly tugging my panties down my legs and off.
I gasp as I pull my knees together and draw them up. I’m trembling. Needy. Wet. He knows it. It’s so foreign to me.
“Why do you think you’re not good at being Little, Mia?”
I shrug. I don’t know how to explain it.
“Did someone tell you that?”
He’s perceptive.
