Page 13 of Reakrid (Daddies of Dagmon #1)

CHAPTER 12

MIKA

“ Y ou can’t catch me!” I yell at Papi.

He smiles at me and shakes his head. “I think I can, Poliki Sanki. I think I can.”

I shake my head. “Nuuuu.”

“You want to bet?”

Do I want to? Papi has four arms, and I only have two. Papi is much bigger than me and can take longer strides.

But I won’t let that stop me.

“I do,” I say. “What are you going to do about it?”

“If I catch you, I get to give you a spanking.”

My bottom clenches, and I can’t help but move my arms to cover my cheeks.

“And if I win?” I ask.

“Do you think you are really going to win?” Papi sits on his bed.

“What do I get if I win?” I ask.

“Hmmm what do you want?”

I think about it for several seconds. What do I want? I want to use a bathroom but that will never happen. Each day it gets easier and easier to let go of not being able to use the bathroom.

But it doesn’t make it easier to use the diaper. I thought it would, but it hasn’t. Sometimes, I struggle to let my bladder release and let go of everything. Those are the times Papi has threatened to send me to one of the doctors to have a catheter put in.

Yeah…that isn’t happening.

Papi says when they insert it, I might find myself getting turned on, but I don’t want that. I don’t want anything there. I get turned on for too many reasons—a simple touch from Papi or when we go to the doctors.

Shivering, I try to push my mind from that thought. Papi says it’s perfectly normal for me to get turned on when we go to the doctors, but I disagree. I am getting turned on by a different man, not my man. But Papi says it’s okay, that every Little girl has some fantasy involving a doctor.

I didn’t think I did, but apparently, I do.

Papi has taken it into his own hands even more at home. He reads my temperature every morning, making sure to twist and push the probe in deeper. Papi always gives me an orgasm after, unless I have been naughty.

“Poliki Sanki?” Papi calls out. “Are you okay?”

“Of course, Papi.” I cock my hip. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Papi chuckles. “Have you thought about what you want?”

I shake my head. “Can I think about it more?”

“Of co?—”

“Chocolate!” I yell. “I want chocolate!”

Papi blinks several times. “Chocolate. That is what you want?”

I nod. “Chocolate and sex. Maybe we can do both at the same time.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

Smiling, I stare at him for a few seconds. I am incredibly lucky. What I thought was going to be the end of my life when I came to this planet was only the start. I get to spend the rest of my long life with Papi.

“Bye!” I yell, taking off out of the room.

I giggle as I run through the house, away from Papi. Since waking from a nap I’ve decided to have fun today.

“Mika! You better stop running right now!” Papi yells, coming after me.

But I don’t stop. If anything, it makes me go faster. Okay, maybe not faster but I feel like it. Who knew how hard it is to run in a bulky diaper. It’s awkward walking but running is even worse.

“Mika!” he yells.

I turn a corner, not expecting it to be so sharp and slam against the wall, hitting my head hard. Screaming, I sink to the floor and grab my head.

“Shit! Aliki! What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” Papi asks.

But I can’t say anything as I sob. Everything hurts on my left side and my head.

“Mika, please tell Papi where it hurts,” he begs.

I continue to sob and hold my head, leaning up against the wall. Papi picks me up, wrapping me in his arms as he moves.

“Just hold on tight,” Papi whispers. “We’re going to Thricrol.”

I cling to Papi with one hand as I hold my head with the other, tears still streaming down my face.

“I’ve got you. We’re almost there.”

My head is throbbing even more now than before, my shoulder aching with every passing second. Am I going to be okay? Am I going to die? Is this what I get for running in the house?

“Thricrol!” Papi yells.

“What’s wrong?” Thricrol asks.

“Mika hurt herself. She was running, and I didn’t see what happened. All I know is that she is holding her head.”

“Set her on the table.”

I hold on tightly to Papi, not wanting to let him go.

“No, Papi!” I wail. “Papi!”

“You can hold her hand, but I do need her lying on the table so I can get the scan. Once I have it, you can hold her all you want,” Thricrol says.

Papi lays me down, and the cold table makes me whimper. He holds me down in place, keeping me still while Thricrol waves the wand above my body.

“Papi,” I sob. I just want him to hold me, cradle me until I am all better. I don’t want anything else.

“You’re okay,” Papi gently says. “Everything is okay.”

But everything isn’t okay. My body aches, my head is screaming at me, and all I want is for Papi to hold me.

“All done. You can hold her now,” Thricrol says.

Papi picks me up and holds me close to him, rubbing up and down my back. I whimper as he presses on one of the parts where I hit myself.

“Shit, Aliki. I’m sorry. Papi is sorry for hitting a sore spot.”

He holds the back of my head gently with one of his hands as he rocks us.

“Her side is going to be bruised, getting worse in color before it gets better, and her head, it doesn’t look like she has a concussion. She is one lucky girl,” Thricrol says. “If you hold her like that, I’ll quickly insert some pain medicine, and you guys can go home and snuggle.”

Papi holds me firmly in place, and tears run down my face as Thricrol pushes my diaper aside so he can insert two suppositories up my bottom. I whine and try to push out the medicine, but Thricrol is smart, keeping his finger firmly in my bottom.

“You’re okay,” Thricrol says. “Just a couple more seconds and all will be over.”

I don’t want it in me for several more seconds, though. I want his finger out now.

“Good girl,” Thricrol praises, removing his finger. “If things get worse, come straight to me, but it shouldn’t. Give her lots of fluids, rest, and snuggles. Her body will be sore in the next couple of hours to a few days.”

“Thank you, Thricrol,” Papi says. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

Papi starts to walk, and I relax in his embrace. My head and body still hurt with his every movement.

“Could we set up the subscription for the salve?” Papi asks. “I think once every two months should be good right now if it is the big tub.”

My face flames up, and I push it into Papi’s chest. I don’t feel good, and he is talking about the stuff he puts on me so he can fit in me.

“Of course. I’ll tell Threnul or Nelki. Whoever has an opening will happily take you two and deliver it.”

“Thank you again,” Papi says.

I feel the breeze against my skin as Papi steps outside.

“Feeling better?” Papi asks as we go home.

“Hurts,” I mumble.

“Where?”

“My head and side.”

The pain is growing less with each passing second; the medicine is working.

“I can have Thricrol deliver some more suppositories for the pain,” Papi says. “Give you one every couple of hours to help with the pain and stay on top of it. Would you like that?”

I honestly don’t know. Part of me doesn’t want to be in pain, but the other part doesn’t want something to be stuck up my bottom every few hours.

“I’ll have Thricrol deliver some,” Papi says.

“No,” I whine.

“Not up for discussion anymore. I don’t want you to push through pain because you don’t want me to stick it up your bottom. Unacceptable.”

I close my eyes and force myself to relax into Papi’s chest. There is no going against what Papi has already decided, especially when it comes to my health.

“But I don’t want it,” I whine.

“Tough,” he says.

I sigh. There really isn’t anything I can do. There is no way I can fight him on it, either, because he outweighs me and also has four arms.

“Papi?” I mumble.

“Yes, Poliki Sanki?”

“I’m sorry.” I do feel guilty for running in the house when it is a rule. He wants me safe, and I put myself in harm’s way.

“It’s okay, Aliki but you are still getting punished.”

“I thought so.” I sigh. I’m not going to get out of it. It is one of the biggest rules. He doesn’t want me hurt in any way.

“What is my punishment?” I don’t think I will be able to make it through a spanking, not with my side hurting or my head throbbing.

“Lines,” Papi says. “Lots of lines.”

I wince. Papi hasn’t given me lines yet, but I just know they absolutely suck.

“We are also going to put some Marrki on your bottom, the oil. The oil is the part that makes it burn.”

I clench my cheeks together. Ginger. I’ve gotten it in my eye, and it is not pleasant at all. The burning sensation made me cry for hours.

“Do you have to?” I whimper.

“Yes, Aliki, I do. I’ve told you countless times that you shouldn’t run in the house. It is one of your rules. You disobeyed me.”

I sigh. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

“And after the punishment, you’ll be forgiven,” he tells me.

“Do we have to do it now?” I ask. “I’m hurt.”

“Do you want to wait a week when you are fully healed?”

I scrunch up my nose. “No, I don’t. I think I’ll get cranky knowing it’s coming.”

“So, we do it now. The Marrki won’t hurt your side and writing lines won’t either.”

He is right—he is always right. Why do I even bother?

“Papi is going to sit you down on this chair, and you are going to stay right here while I get everything. Understand?” Papi asks.

“I understand.”

Papi sets me down on the chair next to the table and goes. I know what he is grabbing, and it makes my stomach flip. This is happening. He is going to put Marrki on my bottom so it makes me uncomfortable.

“Are you ready?” Papi asks.

Will I ever be ready? No, I won’t.

“Papi is going to put this on first, and then you’ll write your lines.”

“While it’s burning?” I ask.

“Yes, Aliki. While it is burning. Then you’ll think about what you did.”

“But I already am,” I whine.

“And this will help with the guilt you feel. Once this punishment is over, all is forgiven.”

Papi is right, I do feel guilty. I got hurt, and Papi got so worried he rushed me to Thricrol to make sure I am okay.

“I’m really sorry, Papi,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.

“I know you are, and you are forgiven.” He kisses my forehead. “Are you ready?”

I nod and wait for Papi to pick me up and put the Marrki on me. I have a feeling this will be the opposite of what the salve is—fast acting.

Papi lays me over his lap and removes my diaper.

“Papi is going to put it around your ring and inside.”

“I-inside?” Worry laces my tone. I thought it was only going on the outside.

“Yes, Poliki Sanki, on the inside as well. It will help with the burn.”

I go limp over his lap and grip onto his leg.

“Relax.” Papi rubs my bottom. “You clenching will only make the oil go further in and burn even more.”

Great, just great. How am I meant to relax when it is burning? Does he know that’s not how it works?

“I’ve got you,” Papi says, rubbing my bottom.

I draw a shaky breath and wait for Papi to apply the oil. Will I be able to do the lines? Will I be in much pain? Am I going to survive?

Without warning, Papi smears some of the cold Marrki oil on my anus, pushing his finger slightly in and twisting. I squirm on his lap, the burning sensation starting right away.

“Papi,” I whine, not liking it at all.

“You’re okay.”

I am okay, but I’m not at the same time. My bottom is on fire.

“Let’s get you started on the lines.” Papi places me back on the chair I was sitting on before.

I clench my bottom and whimper as the stinging increases. How am I not supposed to clench my bottom when it’s on fire? It’s impossible.

“Relaxing will make the stinging less, but it won’t take it away completely,” Papi says.

I bite my tongue, not wanting to lash out at Papi. I am being punished for running in the house.

“Now, I want you to write ‘I will not run in the house again’ fifty times.”

My eyes go wide. “Fifty times? That’s so many!”

“Do you want it to be one hundred?”

I shake my head.

“Then don’t complain. I can easily make it one hundred lines.”

“Sorry, Papi,” I whisper.

“I’ll be working while you write the lines. Make sure they are legible. For every one that isn’t, you’ll have to write it over again. When you’re done, call out, and I’ll come to you.”

I nod and pick up the pen. This sucks. This absolutely sucks. Sighing, I start writing the phrase over and over again on the paper.

I take a break, shaking out my hand as it cramps. Papi has been gracious and has numbered the paper, but it just shows me that I’m not even halfway done yet.

“Are you done?” Papi asks.

Shaking my head, I pick up the pen again. I wiggle in my seat, the stinging going in and out. How long is it going to last? How long am I going to have to suffer?

Time passes as I continue to write each line, pushing through the ache in my hand.

“Done!” I yell. “Papi! I’m done.”

“One second,” Papi replies.

I look up to see Papi stirring something in a cup. What is that? He has been doing that several times during the past few days. He gets up and approaches me, picks up the piece of paper, and studies it thoroughly.

“Is it okay?” I whisper, afraid Papi is going to tell me I must write several over again.

“Perfect,” he replies. “All is forgiven now.”

I let out a big breath and smile, the guilt leaving me.

“Let’s go cuddle,” Papi says, picking me up.

Nuzzling into his body, I draw a deep breath and relax fully. This is where I love to be, in his arms, skin against skin. This is life, my amazing life now, and I don’t want to trade it for anything.

“Thank you, Papi,” I whisper. “Thank you for taking me and showing me what my life can be like.”

Papi kisses my forehead. “Thank you for accepting me and the way we live.”

He sits down with me on his lap, and I snuggle into him. With all four his arms wrapped around me, I feel safe, protected, content, and happy.

I feel loved.

Something I’ve always wanted and now have.