The only people who have truly examined our Little girl are the doctors, Thabo and Chadka. We’ve walked by the park a few times, but from that distance no other Little girl could have seen enough of Mercy to form an opinion.
I’ve researched Mercy’s concerns extensively, and I’m extremely confident the other females will not make fun of her or in any way insult her. Her body image problems are earned.She’s spent a lifetime being bullied by cruel people who should have had her best interests at heart.
Part of me is grateful for those who treated my Little girl poorly because had it not been for her running from their hateful words, she wouldn’t have come into Club Zoom.
Kafran and I have spoken to Thabo and Chadka privately over the phone. We’ve been feeding our Little girl the perfectly balanced formula for six months, and her body is the same, which means she’s exactly the size she’s supposed to be. The doctors agree with us.
If there were some medical reason why we should do something to help Mercy change, we would do so. But no such rationale exists. She’s perfect just the way she is, and we adore her.
I can’t even imagine her in a different body. My Little girl came to me in this package, and I wouldn’t want her any other way.
Kafran reaches for her and helps her climb over his thighs.
She whimpers adorably as she lowers onto her tummy, letting her soft breasts hang on one side of Kafran’s thighs.
The urge to reach out and fondle her nipples is strong. It’s been that way for two weeks, but I’ve refrained from touching her intimately until now. We wanted her to be fully in control of her body before we started pleasuring her. Lord knows she’s been through a lot. We never wanted her to feel like we were forcing her to accept our touch.
Kafran grabs a pillow and stuffs it between Mercy’s knees, making her look over her shoulder, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “What are you doing, Papi?”
“Keeping your legs open so you can’t grip your thighs together to try to get relief from your pussy.”
Her cheeks turn pink. She’s so adorable when that happens. I want to rub my face against hers, claim her in some sort ofmating ritual. It’s instinctive. I want her so badly my cock is perpetually hard. I know Kafran feels the same way. I see him watching her and adjusting his dick in his pants.
I come closer and set a palm between Mercy’s shoulder blades. The pressure will make her feel restrained while also helping her feel like she’s not responsible for her submission.
Over the years of Eleadians returning home with Fated mates, studies have shown that human females by and large respond positively to restraints. It’s hard to know if that’sallhuman females or if Fate specifically arranges for the most submissive among humans to become our life partners.
Either way, I can scent my mate’s pheromones filling the room, and that smell is intoxicating. It grows incrementally with my palm against her back and then again when Kafran palms her pretty bottom.
“I won’t give you a specific number, Baby girl. I will spank you until I feel you’ve had enough. Let yourself relax. Let the burn soothe you as it grows.” He picks up his hand and starts swatting her.
The first time we spanked her, I was the one who did the honors, so it’s only fitting that Kafran should do so now. Plus, it’s mesmerizing watching. This time, I don’t have to focus on each strike and how hard to land the blows. I get to watch as every slap against her white bottom turns it a darker shade of pink.
She’s so precious. Every single inch of her. The jiggle of her bottom and thighs as Kafran rains down swat after swat makes me want to bury my face between her legs from behind.
Soon. Possibly even tonight. I’ll wait and see how she responds to Kafran’s ministrations. If she ends up as horny as I suspect, it will be rude to leave her hanging, especially since her only infraction that caused her to earn this disciplinary action was a slightly sassy tone.
It’s not as if she opened the front door and ran out into the street, endangering her life. She simply whined at us, which she will do from time to time. She’s testing us.
Mercy will learn that there are two types of spankings. One we will deliver when she does something unsafe, breaking rules she knows better than to ignore. When she scares the daylight out of us by doing something dangerous, we will not end her spankings with pleasure. She needs consistency; and she needs to know that we will not waver when it comes to her health and safety.
On the other hand, she may learn to manipulate us with her actions. She might throw tantrums or blatantly disobey a non-safety rule in order to get the impact play she craves on a given day.
She could always simply ask us to spank her. We would be happy to oblige. But research indicates that most Little girls prefer to “earn” their punishments. When they need a firm hand, they act up intentionally in precisely the way they know will end with a sore bottom.
When Mercy begins to whimper and squirm, Kafran places his palm on her lower back, helping me restrain her. This act doesn’t go unnoticed by our Little girl. She lifts her face up and moans loud enough to fill the room with her sweet voice.
Kafran continues swatting her bottom and the backs of her thighs until a long groan escapes her lips. It’s a sound of contentment that tells us she’s reached a sweet place where she’s letting go of her control and accepting her place in our world.
Mercy sniffles as Kafran rubs her bottom. She really needed this release. At the same time, the scent of her arousal enters my nose with every inhale. It’s intoxicating. My cock is rock hard in my pants.
There will come a day when we stop wearing our pants to bed. I’m looking forward to sleeping naked next to my girl. Iwant to feel her soft body nestled against my semi-hard dick in the night. But so far, we’ve kept our pants on to avoid temptation. We’ve also replaced her diapers immediately every time we’ve changed her.
Kafran lifts her up and gently rolls her over so she’s cradled in his arms. He kisses her forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Baby girl, and so damn sexy when you get all flustered and needy.”
She’s shaking, and I move around to the other side of Kafran so I can grab her knees and part them. “Open for me, Baby girl. Let me look at your swollen pussy.”
She whimpers as she parts her legs. She’s learning to trust us, trust that we are not mocking her, that we truly find her to be as sexy as she is. She’ll learn. There will come a day when she forgets to be self-conscious and relaxes in knowing that she is perfect just the way she is.
