Page 28 of His Little Sapphire

She rolls her eyes again. “I can use knives, you know. I’ve been cooking for myself for years.”

“That may be true, but you won’t be cooking here. I will. And you won’t touch a knife. You won’t even touch a fork or spoon. Papi will feed you.”

She gasps. “You’re going to feed me?” She glances at the highchair that’s waiting in the corner for that stage of her development. “In that highchair?” She points toward it.

“Yep.”

“But I’m an adult. I can feed myself.”

I tap her nose. “You’re an adult who won’t be introduced to any solid foods at all for a while if you continue to argue with Papi.”

She groans. “Sorry, Papi.”

I turn toward the playpen. She’s been in it several times, but today there are new rules. “When you’re in the playpen, you will stay in the playpen, and you will stay seated on your bottom.”

“Why?”

I lift a brow.

She humphs dramatically. “How is standing in the playpen unsafe?”

I’m actually rather shocked by her defiance. I know it’s not natural for her. It’s new and fascinating. “Often the reason you’ll be in the playpen in the first place is so Papi can leave the room for a minute without worrying about you. If I have to worry because you’re too naughty to stay on your bottom, I will make you wish you hadn’t tried that stunt.”

Her breath hitches. “You would spank me for standing?”

“Without flinching,” I confirm. “Same goes for your crib. Absolutely no standing. No climbing out. Papi will come get you when you wake up.”

“I’ll try,” she grumbles.

“You’ll succeed. I promise.” It will only take one punishment for standing to teach her a lesson.

“Why do we have to go to the doctor today?” she asks, changing the subject. “I’m not sick.”

“Little girls on Eleadia visit the doctor often. The visits keep you from getting sick, Baby girl. They’re preventative.”

“Can I wear clothes?”

I shake my head. We’ve been through this a dozen times. I also know every Little girl goes through this phase after arriving. They really struggle with nudity. It’s hard for my species to comprehend. We haven’t worn shirts ever. Even our females didn’t when they were still in existence.

Other than the well-visit to the doctor on Chrissy’s second day here, we haven’t left the house. Coincidentally no one else was at the clinic that day. I’ve suggested several outings, but she has declined the offer. I know why. She doesn’t want anyone to see her. It’s a common reaction that needs to be addressed starting today.

My Little girl is about to have her foundation shifted a bit today. Lots of changes come with mobility and independence.

“You will always wear a diaper, Little one. That’s all the clothing you’ll have. Stores don’t even sell anything else. It’s not something we do here.”

When she pulls her arms in to try and cover her pretty breasts, I tug one away and cup her boob. They’ve filled out since we left Earth. I wouldn’t care what size they were as long as she’s healthy, but they sure are pretty when she bounces around.

It’s time to tell her one more thing she probably isn’t going to like. “There is one other thing Little girls wear on this planet, and I want to tell you before we leave the house.”

“Oh good.” She sits up taller. “Please tell me it’s dresses or even a bikini.”

I chuckle. “No.” I slide my fingers to her nipple and pinch it. “Little girls have their nipples pierced on my planet.” I hold her gaze so I don’t miss her reaction.

She doesn’t move or blink for a few seconds, and then she shakes her head slowly. “No way.” She tries to push my hand away from her nipple. “If God wanted me to have holes in my body, he would have put them there.”

I laugh. What an odd phrase. “Well, I don’t know a lot about your God or any other deity from Earth, but on my planet, nipple piercings are the way we show the universe our love.”

I hitch her up higher and bring my lips to her breast before she can protest. A second later, I suck her precious nipple into my mouth and pierce it with my quill.

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