Page 17 of His Little Morganite
For Eleadians, it’s for life. I will worship her body for hundreds of years. It will be hard at first, but when she realizes the bonuses that come with mating me, she will eventually letgo of her stubborn ways. The rest of our lives will be blissful happiness because that’s our way.
I let the water out of the basin and reach for a towel.
She sits upright, pouting, while I dry her off and toss the wet towel aside to exchange it for a dry one. After wrapping it around her, I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest.
It’s instinctive to want to hold her against me. It will help us bond for her naked chest to rest against mine, which is why I didn’t close the front of the towel. Her soft breasts are pressed against my pecs, and our hearts are beating in sync. Does she realize that?
I waste no time heading for the couch where I intend to spank Ava’s naughty bottom hard enough to encourage some contrition. She’s a stubborn Little girl. She knows she’s mine. She knows how good it feels to submit to me, but I sense she’s going to fight me for a long time.
When we reach the couch, I tug the towel away, sit, and arrange her over my lap face down.
“Hey,” she shouts, lifting and twisting her small body as if she’s any match for me. “What are you doing?”
I easily clasp both her wrists in one of mine and pin them to the small of her back, leaving her head and feet against the couch cushions. Her bottom is raised in the air over my thighs.
She’s still flailing, though. “Ganrax. Papi…”
I palm her bottom, admiring the color of her skin. I noticed before but now it’s even more apparent. She did protect her skin for the previous twenty-four years. There is only a faint difference in color between her bottom and her thighs. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have seen a distinct tan line. I’ve read that human females are sun-worshipers.
“You can’t spank me,” she shouts.
“I can, Little one. I told you I would after your bath. I also told you I will never renege on a punishment. If I give you anorder and you don’t comply, your bottom will end up red and hot.”
“I’m an adult, G—, Papi. You can’t spank me.”
“You’re definitely an adult, Baby girl. The prettiest one I’ve ever set eyes on. And feisty, too. I need you to understand that no matter how often or how hard you fight me, I will still be your Papi. I will still adore you and protect you until the end of time.”
She shakes her head back and forth. “No one has ever spanked me. I don’t like it. I don’t want it.” She’s crying now.
I rub the backs of her thighs, which haven’t stopped moving as she continues to attempt to squirm free. “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never experienced it?”
“Because it’s barbaric!” she shouts. “Spanking isn’t even good for actual children. Studies show it only alienates them. It’s not effective.”
“Oh, Little girl, I think you will find that spanking adult Little girls isveryeffective.”
She twists, trying to look at me. “What does that even mean? It makes no sense.”
“You’ll see.” I’m aware there are some Little girls who do not respond well to spanking, especially if they were abused at some point in their lives. But the vast majority are so turned on by the submission that they end up panting with need. I already know this is how Ava will react because contrary to her words, her pheromones are filling the room with her arousal again.
It could be the fact that I’m restraining her. We’ve already established she enjoys being restrained. But I suspect she’s also intrigued, and her protests are a bit too heavy to be real.
I release her thighs to reach over and grab the pillow from the corner of the couch before stuffing it between her knees. When I notice she’s rubbing her tits against my thigh, I rearrange her a bit, spreading my legs and tugging her to one side so that hercheek now rests on my thigh, her breasts hang between them, and she’s on her knees on the other side.
“No. Please. Papi. I don’t want this. I’ll be good. I won’t cuss again. I’ll do as you say.” Her pleading is accompanied by soft cries and sniffles.
I palm the back of her thighs again. “Here’s how this is going to go. If you can be a good girl and hold still while Papi spanks you, I’ll only give you ten swats this first time. That means you have to keep your knees wide and let your titties hang between my legs. You may not rub your needy little nipples against the couch, and you may not squeeze your thighs together to get relief for your pussy.”
She gasps but doesn’t otherwise respond.
“If you try to squirm free or rub your sensitive parts, I’ll start over. The spanking ends when I’m able to get ten swats in without you complaining, wiggling, or trying to get relief. Understood?”
I love how she’s panting. She has set her cheek on my thigh, facing away from me, but she can’t hide how pink her face is. Nor can she hide the growing need dripping from her cunt.
Her hair is all over the place, and I reach up to gather it away from her face and tuck it against my abs.
There’s one more thing she needs to know. “When Papi spanks you because you were naughty, you will not get to come afterward.”
Her breath hitches. “You say that as though I would want to.”