Skarg slides his hand up to my chest and pinches one of my nipples hard.
I cry out. “Papi…”
“Tell us what’s on your mind, naughty girl. We care about your feelings. I’m not saying we will change anything because some things are hard rules, but we will listen and try to ease your concerns.”
I let out another dramatic sigh. “I don’t want to go to the doctor, the park, or the jeweler, Papi. All three stress me out.”
“Ah. Well, you’re right about one thing. Those three things are happening because we know what’s best for you even when you sometimes think otherwise.”
“He’s right,” Kafran adds. “Regular checkups are mandatory to ensure you’re healthy. We want Thabo and Chadka to keep a close eye on your kidney in addition to monitoring the rest of your vitals. Meeting other Little girls is the only way for you to learn to trust people. I know you were surrounded by humans who never had your best interest in mind. That is not true here. You’ll see.”
“And,” Skarg picks up, “It won’t kill you to go look at the gemstones. We aren’t saying you must get your nipples pierced tomorrow, but we want you to see the stones, hold them, get an understanding of what to expect in the near future.”
I sigh dramatically. “See? That’s not helpful.” I hear the sass in my tone and know immediately I’ve gone too far. My Papis will put up with a lot from me, but they do have a limit, and I crossed it with my whining.
“Maybe a firm spanking will help you relax,” Kafran says. His side of the bed dips as he moves away from me, and I squint my eyes when he turns on the light.
They haven’t spanked me since we arrived. They haven’t touched me intimately either. Those were two things my Papis said they wouldn’t do until I had my strength back and had clearance from the doctors.
Apparently they are not going to wait another minute to spank me, though, and there’s a good chance I asked for this on purpose. I’m freaking out so badly that I probably need the relief I can get from a hard spanking.
It’s odd how I know that after the one time they swatted my bottom before we left the mothership. That memory stands out in my mind, though. Sometimes when I’m alone in my crib or playpen, I find myself reliving those moments.
For my Papis, it was six months ago. For me, it was two weeks ago. And I want to experience it again.
Kafran props himself up against the headboard.
Meanwhile, Skarg straddles me, staring down at me intently. “You have a lot of pent-up frustration, Baby girl. We’re going to erase that with our palms.”
“Yes, Papi.” I’m nervous but not as much as I was the first time. This time, I won’t be blindsided by the unknown. I remember the release I got from the sting.
Skarg rises onto his knees and unfastens my diaper before whisking it away.
I shiver from the exposure and anticipation. I’m not scared. I know these men will never hurt me. I know it in my soul. I’m their universe. And they are mine.
It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that these two aliens from a faraway planet chose me over everyone in Club Zoom. They picked me and rescued me from a fate that makes me shudder every time I think about it or have another nightmare.
Maybe that’s not exactly what happened, though. They didn’t choose me. Fate did. They’ve explained that to me multiple times. Fate intended for the three of us to be together perhaps from the beginning of time. Fate is influencing all of us—that and the wicked quill behind my Papis’ teeth.
Would they look at me through rosy glasses if they weren’t being coerced into doing so? There’s no sense dwelling on that depressing thought because it doesn’t matter. Theydoadore me no matter what the reason. Neither of them ever looks at me with disgust. They don’t badger me about my weight.
In fact, Skarg is currently letting his gaze roam up and down my body, licking his lips as if I’m a delicacy. “So gorgeous,” he mutters. Eventually he scoots back a few inches. “Roll over, Baby girl. Crawl onto Kafran’s lap.”
I obey him, breathing heavily even though nothing has happened yet. No one has touched me anywhere I crave. They haven’t even lingered when they’ve cleaned my pussy and bottom while changing my diapers.
I can tell by the predatory gleam in Skarg’s eyes that all bets are off now. It’s been two weeks. I’m back to my full strength. The doctor will clear me for most activities tomorrow, but as I roll over and rise onto all fours, I lift my gaze to find Kafran staring at me with the same look I just saw on Skarg’s face.
Lust. Desire. Need. Desperation. I feel it, too. I hope this spanking will lead into something more.
Chapter Ten
Skarg
Damn, our girl is so fucking sexy. We’ve known this for over six months. We were well aware of her appeal the night we met her. But watching her roll onto her hands and knees and crawl the short distance to Kafran makes me drool.
Her ass is so perfect I want to reach out and grip her white cheeks with both hands and squeeze. Her thighs, too. Soft. Creamy white.
I shift my body to one side so I can watch her amazing tits sway as she crawls. She’s not as self-conscious about her body around the two of us anymore. But I hate the way she tenses up when someone else is going to see her.
