Page 17 of His Little Hessonite

“Papi…” she moans. At least she’s calling me Papi now.

“You will accept your punishment, Baby girl. You will stop wiggling and stay still while I spank you.”

She sniffles.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Probably not,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “Can you be good for five minutes?”

She sighs, but her body relaxes against me. She’s curious now that she has discovered that some of my swats are going to feel good.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Baby girl.” I continue to tease her inner thighs. When she clenches them together, trapping my fingers, I add, “Spread your legs. You’ll keep your knees wide while I spank you.”

When she hesitates, I slide my thumb to her rectum and press against the tight hole.

Clara arches her chest, lifting her head as she gasps. “Papi…” She’s a stubborn Little girl.

I put pressure on her rosette again. “Spread your legs, Little one,” I demand.

She jerks her knees apart. I like that she’s panting. “I don’t like it.”

“You’re not supposed to like it, Baby girl. That’s why it’s called a punishment. In five seconds, I’m going to push my thumb into your bottom and keep it there until you accept your spanking.”

She shakes her head and clenches her butt cheeks. “No, Papi.”

“Are you ready to be disciplined?”

She sighs dramatically. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” I instruct her.

She whimpers again.

I lower my hand, drag my thumb through her soaking wet folds, and return it to her tight rosette.

Clara’s body clenches, but she doesn’t fight me. Instead, she finally relents. “Please spank my naughty bottom, Papi,” she practically shouts.

I lift my hand and swat her left cheek. Without pausing, I switch to her right cheek and then back to her left again. I can hear her whimpering, but she doesn’t fight me. I know she’s confused, frustrated, and a bit angry, but she needs to learn that I will be firm with her. I’m establishing a dynamic that will last for our entire lives.

I know her instinct is to submit to me, but she’s never tapped into that inclination before she met me. There’s undoubtedly a lot going on in her head.

When I switch my attention to that sweet spot near her thighs, she arches her bottom into the air and moans.

My cock stiffens against her hip. She’s irresistible when she’s aroused, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. Fate put her in my path and meant for us to bond. She does not make mistakes, and even though I’m scared for my Little girl to undergo surgery, I know in my heart Dankin will fix her. He has to. There are no other options.

I switch back and forth, spanking Clara’s bottom in a way that burns and stings while allowing my palm to occasionally strike the spot where she’s learning to crave my attention. I end with four slaps at the base of her pretty pink bottom and lift my hand up.

My instinct is to rub her heated skin. I want to feel the warm smoothness against my palm, but my Little girl needs to spend some time absorbing the burning sting. I didn’t go easy on her. She’s now aware of what will happen when she disobeys me.

I know I’ve done the right thing because she’s panting and squirming against me. Her essence fills the room. She could come with one stroke to her pussy.

Chapter Seven

Clara

My ass is on fire, and I’ve never had more conflicting emotions running through me in my life. The burn is intense. I want to scream at Kalbrac for hitting me. He had no right. On my planet, women do not get punished like this.