Margaret tugs on her hand and arches her body, no longer sucking. She’s testing us. It’s adorable. I’ll never truly be angry with her. It’s not possible. She’s my life mate. She’s perfection. But she will learn to obey us. Both of us. Part of settling in to her new life means testing her boundaries to see if we will relent.
We won’t. Not on anything related to her health or safety. Finishing her bottles is a health issue. Not optional.
I glance at Nanish before speaking. “It’s natural and expected for you to test us, Baby girl. Our customs are nothing like what you’re used to on Earth. But as your Papis, our job is to protect you and cherish you for always. That includes disciplining you when you misbehave. I know you were intrigued when we mentioned spanking you earlier. Is that something you’d like to experience?”
She whimpers louder and bucks against us.
Nanish calmly removes the bottle and sets it on the nightstand behind him.
I roll Margaret against my chest, wondering how other Papis manage their new Little girls with just two hands. Her injured leg is on top, resting against Nanish’s chest.
“Noooo…” she argues. It’s hard not to smile at the total lack of conviction in her voice. We’re well-aware of this behavior, too. We study human females extensively before we arrive on Earth. There’s a war in our Little girl’s mind.
Outwardly Nanish and I are fully aware that she’s intrigued and turned on by the idea of being spanked. She would never verbally admit that to us. It’s against learned human nature to submit like this. There are many humans who practice some form of submission or another, but not a huge percentage. For Margaret, the idea of being spanked as an adult is impossible to grasp. It’s also making her heart race. She wants this.
I grip the back of her thigh above the brace, securing her against my torso.
Nanish smooths his hand up her lower thigh and rubs her bottom.
Fuck, she’s adorable and so perfect in every way. Even her bottom is precious. I love watching her clench her cheeks together under his palm.
She struggles in my arms. “You can’t spank me. I’m not a child.”
“You’re definitely not a child, Little one,” Nanish agrees. “But you’re ours to guide and nurture. We will discipline you when you need it. I know you’re curious. You want to experience a spanking. We’re going to give you that, and then you will finish your bottle.”
Her little noises make my chest tighten. I could hold her like this for the rest of my life and never tire of it. I love feeling her heart beat against mine. I love her soft breasts against my hard chest. Her hair is loose around her back and falling against my skin. I’m going to memorize this experience and store it forever.
I hold her firmer as Nanish lifts his palm and swats her bottom.
She squirms, though her attempts to dislodge herself are futile. I keep her secured more than I normally would because I don’t want to risk her accidentally injuring herself further from all her wiggling.
The next swat to her smooth skin leaves a red mark. My cock is hard and pressing against her hip. I can’t stop my body’s reaction to her, and I won’t. There’s no reason to hide my erection. She will know what she does to me. To both of us. The evidence will always bulge in front of us.
The odd unexpected three-way connection settles firmly around us like a warm blanket. Perhaps it should be more jarring than it is. But it’s so natural. I feel nothing for Nanish.The sexual bond doesn’t extend to him. It’s something we both channel toward Margaret. It’s not awkward or disconcerting. It’s just how things will be between us.
There is no room for jealousy. It’s not necessary. The two of us will dote on this Little girl seamlessly every day of our lives. We will worship her equally and share the love she’s projecting. It’s not as though we each only get half of her attention. We both get all of her. She has enough love to give us both.
Margaret’s whimpers turn to moans as Nanish peppers her bottom until it’s hot and pink. She stops fighting against us after a while, her scent of her arousal filling the room.
When Nanish finishes, I hitch her thigh a bit higher, parting her legs, exposing her pussy. I nod toward the juncture of her thighs.
Nanish does not mistake my meaning. He immediately reaches his hand between her legs.
Margaret’s body arches as she cries out.
“She’s soaked,” Nanish murmurs reverently. “Our girl likes having her bottom spanked.”
“No…” she complains futilely. There’s no denying what her body tells us. She’ll never be able to hide her need or lie about it. The evidence fills the room. The potency of her scent makes it difficult to remind my cock that it must stay in my pants.
It only takes seconds for her to come, the deep rumble of her release musical as her body jerks.
Chapter Nine
Nanish
As Bamgin gently rolls our girl until she’s once again cradled in his arms, I can’t help but stare at her in awe. I’m so humbled. She’s my world. She’s his world, too. We will work in unison to make sure she knows she is loved for the rest of our days.
Her pussy is wet and still pulsing from the aftereffects of her orgasm. There is nothing sexier in the universe. My dick is harder than I’ve ever experienced.
