Page 12 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Twelve

Kalbrac

Twenty-four hours later, I’m holding my Little girl in my arms, feeding her like I will for the rest of our lives. At some point in the future, I will eventually start to introduce foods from my planet, but I will never stop bottle feeding her entirely because I enjoy the bonding experience.

She’s wide awake and showing no signs of complications from the surgery this time. Dankin thinks she’s almost one-hundred percent, but we will still wait another day to begin the long journey home just to be sure.

As she finishes the bottle, I pop it from her mouth and set it aside.

She’s gripping my pinky finger with her hand. I love it when she does that. It’s not conscious. It happens naturally.

“I feel all better, Papi,” she tells me, probably hoping I will stop hovering.

I won’t. Perhaps not ever. I smile at her. “I’m so glad. You nearly gave me a heart attack. You don’t have permission to ever get sick or injured again. Papi’s heart can’t take it.”

She giggles. I love that sound. “I’m sure I will get sick or hurt sometimes. It happens.”

I shake my head. “I forbid it,” I tease. “I’ll keep you in a bubble.”

“You can’t protect me from everything.”

“I can certainly try,” I warn her. “Papis are very overprotective on Eleadia, and you should know now I will be more overbearing than any other Papi. I can’t help myself. Maybe your health scare caused me to be more cautious, or perhaps I would have been this way anyway. We’ll never know.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re going to have to get over yourself at some point.”

I help her sit up straighter on my lap.

She looks down at her body. “When are you going to let me have some clothes?”

I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her fingertips. “Never, Little one. This is all you will ever wear. I told you that,” I remind her.

She stares at me. “I didn’t take you seriously. Surely people wear clothes. What if it’s cold?”

“It’s never cold on Eleadia. The entire planet has perfect weather year-round.”

Her pretty brown eyes bug out. “All the time?”

“Yep. All I will ever wear is loose black pants and sandals. All you will ever wear is a diaper and sometimes sandals.”

She shifts her attention to my chest and sets her small palm on my pec. “So, I will always get to stare at your chest?”

I wiggle my brows. “And I will always get to stare at yours.”

She jerks back and covers both breasts with her hands. “That’s just weird. Women don’t expose their boobs to other people.”

“They do on Eleadia. Not only will everyone see your pretty breasts, but I will draw their attention to your nipples with dangling red hessonite stones. And…” I reach up and wrap my fingers around her wrists, “I’ve also told you before that you are not permitted to touch them. This is your final warning. The next time you play with your titties, I will swat them.”

She gasps. “You can’t be serious.”

“Very. Would you like me to spank these pretty buds now so you’ll know what it feels like?” I cup her breast and pinch her nipple lightly.

She shakes her head. “No. That’s crazy. You can’t spank me. I didn’t like it, and you certainly can’t spank my nipples.”

“You did like it, though, and I can assure you the next time I spank your naughty bottom I will swat much harder to be sure you learn your lesson. It will still make your pussy wet, but it would seem you need me to be firmer when I punish you.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she squirms on my lap. Surprising me, she reaches up and swats my hand away from her breast, covering both of them with her hands again.

I’m stunned, but I shouldn’t be. I knew this Little girl was going to challenge me. I don’t think she’s a brat, nor do I believe she will challenge me forever. She’s just testing me right now.

I calmly stand, holding her in my arms, and carry her to the bouncy seat that’s sitting in the middle of the nursery. I have one just like it in my home. My girl will spend a lot of time in it, especially in the first few weeks before she becomes fully mobile.

The bouncy seat has many benefits. It has a variety of adjustments and a full restraint system. After I lower her into the seat, I tug her arms away from her breasts and guide them over her head. She doesn’t even put up much of a fight. She’s curious.

I secure her wrists before pulling straps up between her legs and across her waist. I cinch them tight, keeping her from bucking out of the seat. I add yet another strap across her chest under her breasts. When I’m satisfied she can’t escape, I adjust the seat so she’s slightly more upright.

“Papi…” she whimpers.

I kiss her cheek. “I know you need me to show you what it will feel like, Little one.”

“I just had surgery in my head. I don’t think it’s a good idea to spank me. What if I start bleeding again?” she argues.

I shake my head. “You won’t. Dankin said you are fully healed. Our bonding and my serum sped up the healing process. He’s only keeping you here another day to monitor you. It will probably be beneficial for me to spank you and prove it causes you no harm.”

I rifle around in the diaper bag and find what I need.

Clara gasps when I hold up the first item. “What’s that?”

“A suction cup. I’m going to attach it to your little titty so it gets nice and swollen before I spank the naughty bud.”

Clara tries to buck her entire body, but she’s fully secured and unable to squirm free.

I palm her breast, squeeze the sides to isolate her nipple, and set the small suction cup against her little titty.

She cries out as the bud is sucked into the toy. It pulls her nipple hard, elongating it. “No, Papi. Take it off. I don’t like it.”

“You’re not supposed to like it, Baby girl. I’m disciplining you. It’s meant to be uncomfortable. After I spank these pretty titties, you’ll think twice about touching them in the future.”

She whimpers and struggles. “Why can’t I touch my nipples?”

“Because doing so gives you great pleasure, Baby girl, and you will not be permitted to take your own pleasure. I decide when you’re allowed to be pleasured, not you.”

She tips her head back and moans.

I can smell her arousal. It’s not coming from the suction on her nipple so much as my words. She gets aroused when I make demands on her. The rush of pheromones filling the room doubled when I explained my rule. The suction cup caused only the first hint of arousal.

Clara tries hard to straighten her legs. She’d like to close them, but she can’t. I’ve put her in bulkier diapers than necessary. The amount of soft material between her legs is forcing her to accept her open pussy.

I grab the small crop from her diaper bag next and show it to her. “I will spank your titties with the flap on the end of the crop. It will sting for a while, reminding you of my rules.”

Clara cries out when I release the pressure on the suction cup. Her pretty nipple is double its usual size, swollen and angry. The extra blood flow to the tip will increase the pain from the crop.

I grab her breast, steady it in my hand, and swat her titty hard enough to make her scream. I watch her face while I continue to hold her breast. I won’t touch the nipple. I want her to endure the sting from the swat for as long as possible.

Clara is panting now. “Okay, okay. I won’t touch my titties, Papi.”

I finally release the angry breast, swap the crop for the suction device, and switch to the other globe.

She shakes her head. “No, Papi. I’ll be good. I promise. You don’t need to do it again.”

I ignore her and push the button to suck her other titty deep into the machine.

Clara shakes her head. “Owie. Papi, don’t do it again.”

I cup her face and wait for her to meet my gaze before I say, “I will never back down from a punishment, Baby girl. No matter how many times you test me, you will always receive your full discipline. You can count on it.”

She whimpers. “But it hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, Little one. It wouldn’t be a punishment if it didn’t.”

Tears slide down her cheeks, and she sniffles. “Okay, Papi,” she relents. She stops struggling and even thrusts her little titties forward.

I’m proud of her.

She winces when I release the suction. I know that part is almost more painful than the swat.

I waste no time grasping her breast and giving it the same stinging slap of pain its twin received. I’ve never thought of myself as a sadist. I still don’t. It’s an instinctive dominant nature that’s come out since I found my mate.

The need to assert my authority over her is strong. My girl craves it. She’s finding out how deeply submissive she is and how badly she wants me to honor that side of her.

We’re honing our dynamic one hour at a time. It’s happening organically. I discover a need she has, and I fill it. Right now, she needed me to spank her titties. She nearly begged me to do so when she covered them with her palms a second time. She craved the punishment. Either she enjoys being disciplined or she was simply curious to find out what it would feel like to have her nipples spanked hard enough to make her cry.

Clara is sniffing now. She’s also trembling as she stares down at her swollen, red titties. “Hurts, Papi,” she murmurs.

I can practically see them throbbing. “Are you going to play with your titties in the future, Baby girl?”

She lifts her gaze to me and licks her lips. “I don’t know.”

I chuckle. At least she’s honest. I unfasten her wrists so she can bring her hands to her sides, cup her neck, and kiss her soundly. “Fair enough. I guess we’ll find out. You’ll have plenty of time to decide if you like having your titties spanked or not.”

She shudders. “What if I like it?”

“Then I’ll either increase the number of swats and the pressure to make it more painful, or I’ll have to find other ways to discipline you, Little one.”

“What other ways?” She’s a curious Little girl.

I shrug. “Maybe you won’t like standing in the corner with your nose to the wall. Maybe you won’t like wearing a catheter all the time. Maybe you won’t like it if I put a large plug in your bottom and make you wear it all day.”

She gasps and grabs the sides of her seat, stiffening. “I didn’t like having that tube in my bottom yesterday.”

“Then I suspect you won’t like a much larger, heavy plug either.” I lift a brow. “I’ll let you decide.”

She shakes her head. “Why would I decide that?”

I smile. “I don’t know, Baby girl, but I will find out what you don’t care for because you’ll do anything to avoid it. That’s how discipline works.”

She blinks and purses her lips before lowering her gaze to her chest again. “Still hurts, Papi. Maybe you could put cream on them?”

I chuckle. “You are a naughty girl.” I reach into the diaper bag and pull out a small tube of ointment I don’t intend to need to use often. I twist off the top and squirt a small amount on my finger.

Clara sighs, thinking I’m going to give her relief. She’s sadly mistaken.

I rub the ointment on her swollen nipple and then switch to the other, applying the same amount to it before she can grasp what has happened.

Clara’s eyes widen, and she white knuckles the sides of the bouncy seat. “Papi, what is that?”

“Does it burn?”

She nods. “So bad.”

I put the cap back on and clean my finger. “It’s supposed to. It will burn for about fifteen minutes. Next time I spank your titties to discipline you, don’t ask me to put ointment on them afterward.”

She tries to arch her body, but comes up short. The strap across her chest is too tight. She can’t buck. Her struggle is futile. It only makes it harder on her that I’ve let her have her hands. The temptation to touch her nipples must be strong. I’m confident she will resist. She may decide she likes pain along the way, but I doubt she wants to make it worse for herself at this moment. She’s not fully on board with that decision yet.

“Owie,” she protests. “Hurts.”

“I notice you’re not touching your titties, though,” I point out.

She tips her head back and straightens her legs out. She can’t bring them together, so they form a wide V. “The pain is making my pussy throb.”

That’s what I thought, and it’s the reason she might decide to do anything it takes to keep her pussy wet and needy. It feels good. It maintains a constant low-level arousal. From what I’ve read, the feeling is euphoric. Female humans aren’t used to the sensation of constant arousal. They learn to crave it.

The truth is, she will feel a certain amount of need all the time simply because of the bond we have. It swirls around us and will never fully abate. But Clara will learn to manipulate me to keep that level higher. She’ll do whatever it takes to get her fix.

We will learn a balance together with time.