Page 44 of His Little Garnet

“You are the center of my universe, Little one. I will spoil you until time comes to an end. But I will also discipline you if you can’t be respectful and obey me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I shudder. I can’t stop it from happening.

He releases my wrists and eases my hands to my sides before carefully lifting me up and settling me on his lap.

I wince when my sore bottom touches his pants.

He takes my chin. “Little girls need boundaries and rules. It’s time for you to stop moping. You’re expending way too much energy fighting what you know is true.” He lifts a brow.

He’s right. I know it. I’ve just been…mad. “I’ll do better, Papi. You won’t have to spank me again.” I squirm on his lap. My bottom is going to smart for a while.

He chuckles. “You’ll be over my knee again within a few days. I can sense misbehaving and pushing my buttons is going to come naturally to you.”

I shake my head. “No, Papi. I promise I’ll be good.”

He hugs me against him and kisses my forehead. “Are you ready to go to Ekert’s now, Little one?”

I nod soberly. I’m nervous, but I will try to be brave.

He stands and carries me to my nursery where he lays me on my back. After he lifts my bottom up to slide a diaper under me, he taps my tight hole. “I think we should see about getting you a pretty plug for this bottom. Maybe one with red stones on it.”

I stiffen. “Why would we do that?”

He laughs. “Sometimes waddling around with a pretty bottom plug helps Little girls remember to be good.”

I clench my rectal muscles. I’m surprisingly intrigued by the idea. I must be slightly out of my mind. No way am I going to tell Papi this. “You don’t need a plug, Papi. I’ll be good,” I argue yet again. I haven’t been particularly well behaved since we arrived, so I’m not sure why he would believe me. I don’t even believe me.

Papi chuckles while he diapers me. The diapers on this planet are not like any I’ve seen in my life. They are very soft and comfortable. Even the outside is made out of some sort of leakproof material that doesn’t crinkle. Nevertheless, the elastic-like material around my legs is going to serve as a firm reminder of my discipline because he spanked me all the way down my thighs.

“Are my thighs pink, Papi?” I ask when he’s done.

“Yep.”

“Everyone is going to know you spanked me.”

“They sure are.” He smiles as he returns to the living room and settles me in my stroller. After securing my harness, he squats down to my level and meets my gaze. “Would you like me to restrain your wrists at your sides to remind you to keep them away from your titties?” He points out an extra strap in my stroller I hadn’t noticed. It’s at my hips on both sides.

I shake my head.

“Are you sure? Do you think you can remember not to cover them or touch them?”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. I’m not at all sure, but I don’t want to find out what happens if I disobey, nor do I want him to restrain my arms.

He leans forward and kisses me. His hand comes to my cheek. “I’m going to be tough on you, Baby girl. You need to learn that what Papi says is the law.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, how about I braid your hair before we go? Does that sound like a good idea? These ponytails are nice, but you have a lot of hair. It’s all over the place.”

I smile. “I’d like that, Papi.” It’s longer than I’ve ever worn it. Six months in stasis couldn’t have been the only factor. Whatever Papi feeds me has made my hair healthier and longer. Or maybe it’s the water. Or both.

“Excellent.” He seems pleased as he leaves me in the stroller. When he returns, he has a brush, two hair ties, and two red bows.

I giggle. “I haven’t worn a bow in my hair since I was a child.”

He sets them in my lap, and I lean forward to let him work. “Now, I probably won’t get this quite right on the first try, but I’ve watched other Papis braid their Little girls’ hair. I’ll get better at it with time.”

I close my eyes while he works. It feels so good. I love when he plays with my hair. Braiding it is even nicer. In no time at all, two long braids are hanging in front of me, both secured with the pretty bows. “Thank you, Papi.”

“Ready?” he asks.

“I guess.” I take a deep breath. This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done. It’s been a challenge getting used to living as Papi’s Little girl in the house and clinic, but now we’re going out into the world, and I’m very nervous.

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