Page 19 of His Little Sapphire

She’s adorable.

I run my hand over her hip, watching her face to confirm what I already suspected. It still hurts. She winces, and her leg flinches. She’s frowning when she blinks her pretty eyes open.

I smile as I tug the pacifier from her mouth and set it aside. “Hey, Baby girl.” I stroke her cheek. “You need to wake up and eat again before we depart.”

She reaches for her hip with her small hand. “Hurts, Papi.”

“I know, Little one. I’m going to change your diaper and give you some medicine for the pain. The next time you awaken, it will be all healed,” I promise.

“Are we going on a spaceship?”

“Yes, Baby girl. In just a short while.” I pull the tabs of her diaper to open it.

She squeezes her eyes closed and scrunches up her face. She does this every time I change her. She prefers not to watch. I suspect she goes somewhere else in her mind so she isn’t fully aware.

I understand. Like many other customs from my planet, females from Earth are completely unfamiliar with being diapered. Earthlings only diaper their very young. They don’t like the idea of using a diaper. I’ve heard for some it takes longer than others to accept the fact that they need to eliminate into the soft material from now on.

It’s mindboggling. Why are they so embarrassed to be taken care of? I hope Christine isn’t among the majority who balk at using a diaper and argue about it for months. I’ve heard it can be exhausting gently guiding them to learn they have no other options.

Eleadians are a patient species by and large. We don’t have the kind of tempers Earthlings seem to have. Even when our mates are mischievous, we remain calm and redirect them. Proper discipline will train even the most stubborn females. Eventually they will grow to understand that misbehaving or throwing tantrums will not change our minds. Such behavior will only ensure they spend more time with sore bottoms.

I wipe my Little girl’s folds, taking care not to cause her any discomfort. The newly denuded skin will be sensitive at first. I’m pleased that she keeps her knees bent and her legs wide for me even though her face is still adorably scrunched and I don’t think she’s breathing.

I dance my fingers over her mons and around her clitoris before teasing her tight rosebud.

She clenches her butt cheeks and whimpers.

I set my other hand on her pelvis to steady her. “Papi is going to put some medicine in your bottom so your hip won’t hurt, Baby girl. Can you relax for me?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t need medicine, Papi. It doesn’t hurt.”

I chuckle. “Naughty girl. You wince every time I touch your hip, even in your sleep.” I tap her tight hole again. “Don’t clench, Little one.”

She pushes her bottom lip out in a pout that makes my chest tighten. If she thinks she’ll ever win an argument with that cute pout, she’s sadly mistaken.

After dabbing a bit of lubricant on her puckered hole, I ease my finger into her bottom, stretching the muscle. I want her to relax a bit before I add the suppository. It’s larger across than my finger. It needs to be. It’s meant to lodge several inches in her bottom and slowly dissolve.

Christine squirms. “I don’t like it, Papi.”

“You’ll learn to accept my fingers inside your bottom, Little one. You’ll learn to enjoy it,” I promise, though from the flush on her cheeks and the glistening skin of her folds, I’d say that day is today.

I ease my finger out, pick up the suppository, and press it against her rectum.

She rolls her head from side to side. “No, Papi. Not in my bottom.” Her knees lift, but she doesn’t close them around my wrist. She’s trying to be good.

I hold her steady as I ease the thick suppository into her, taking my time, allowing her to feel the intense stretch. She needs to get used to it. As soon as it pops past the tight outer ring of muscles, it’s easier to guide it as deeply as I can reach with my middle finger.

“Papi,” she cries out. “I don’t like it.” She squirms, trying to free herself, but she’s no match for my strength and determination.

I keep my finger inside her, wanting her to accept the suppository before I remove my hand. Ideally, she’ll relax a bit as the medicine starts to work. Meanwhile, I’ll do my best to distract her.

The moment I reach for her clit and rub it with my other thumb, she tries to lift her hips off the bed. Both of her hands come to my much larger one on her pelvis and push, trying to dislodge me.

“Papi isn’t going to be dissuaded, Baby girl. Your argument is futile. Move your hands out of the way so Papi can make you feel good.”

She rolls her head back and forth again. “Don’t want to feel good.”

I chuckle. “Everyone likes to feel good.”

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