Page 51 of His Little Garnet

I nod vigorously now. “That would make me very happy, Papi.”

“Good. It’s settled. But don’t start nagging Papi to let you do more than I assign you.” He taps my nose. “You’re still my Little girl. Your wellbeing comes first to me. You will nap when you’re told and take breaks and spend plenty of time playing. Understood?”

I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight. “I love you. I promise to be good from now on.”

He peels me back to meet my gaze again. “You’re not bad, Baby girl. You were simply sad. Or…mad.” He grins. “I’m sorry you were mad. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy forever and ever.”

“You make me happy every day, Papi. Even when I refused to admit it. I was stubborn and naughty.” I glance over my shoulder. “And you’re going to have to spank me for climbing out of the crib and wandering around without you watching me.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry I was on the phone and not looking at the monitor.” His expression grows serious. “I’m going to spank you though to remind you that I love you. Your little bottom needs a good hard spanking so you won’t forget for the rest of the day.”

“Maybe also if you use one of those plugs in me,” I suggest, flushing.

He laughs. “Who’s the Papi here?”

I giggle now, but my cheeks are hot.

“Someone likes it when I examine her bottom. She just doesn’t like to admit it. She wiggled all over my lap while I was looking at those pretty bottom plugs at Ekert’s. She can’t hide that from her Papi.” He lifts a brow.

I scrunch up my face. “Maybe.” He’s right. I do love it when he fingers my rectum. And I’m intrigued to try the plugs. I bet if I waddle around with one inside me, I’ll feel like he’s touching me there all day. It might make me hyper aroused though. Hmmm.

His face lights up. “Hey, you walked.”

I grin. “I did. I didn’t even fall.”

“I believe I promised you I would introduce solid foods as soon as you walked.”

I smile wider. “Even though I was naughty?”

“Yes. A deal’s a deal. I’m still going to spank your sweet bottom until you have tears in your eyes, but how about if I feed you first. Let you squirm a while, thinking about my palm swatting your tender skin.”

I nod rapidly. My heart is racing. My mad is done.

Papi stands and carries me to the kitchen where he settles me in the high chair I’ve been staring at for weeks. I’m surprised when he straps me in similar to how he straps me into my stroller. He also restrains my hands to my sides before putting a tray on my highchair.

“Why can’t I have my hands, Papi?”

He heads for the fridge and returns with a container of something I don’t recognize. I don’t recognize any of the foods on this planet, so that’s not surprising. He was obviously prepared though. Whatever it is, it’s orange and he has already mashed it up.

Papi glances at me while he stirs it. “Papi is going to feed you, Baby girl. I don’t want your hands in the way.”

“I can feed myself, Papi,” I tell him.

He smiles as he puts some of the mashed orange stuff on the spoon. “It will be a while before Papi lets you have some finger foods. Don’t rush these stages, Baby girl. Let me enjoy feeding you for a while first.”

“Am I still going to take a bottle?”

“Yep. You’ll always take a bottle because Papi likes to hold you and fill your tummy, but you won’t need as many bottles as I introduce more foods. Are you ready to try this one?”

“What is it?”

“This is called chimspa. It’s rich in vitamins. Perfect for a Baby girls first food.”

“Is it a plant?” I ask, examining the contents of the spoon.

“Yes. Everything we eat on Eleadia is plant-based. It’s much healthier than the weird processed foods on Earth.” He makes a silly face as he brings the spoon to my lips.

I open my mouth and accept the bite. I grin as I taste it for the first time. “That’s yummy.”

He smiles back. “I’m glad you like it.”

“It doesn’t taste like anything I’ve ever had before.”

“Most of our foods won’t.” He gives me another bite.

I lean forward like a little bird to accept it. Now that my mad is gone, I’m not even upset that he’s restrained my hands. He likes to take care of me. It’s how he shows his love. It feels good. For the first time, it feels more than good. It feels right.

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