Page 31 of His Little Sapphire

Papi chuckles. “And I’m a very lucky man.”

“How has your transition been, Little one?” Thabo asks me.

“Okay,” I murmur. I don’t know what to say. Life has mostly been fine as long as I was in the house, and the only person who saw me naked was Papi. I’ve gotten used to him looking at me. That doesn’t extend to other people, including this doctor.

He sits on a stool at the end of the table and smiles at me. “I know it’s hard to understand our ways at first. I haven’t met a single Little girl who was able to easily transition to a new life where her breasts are exposed and her bottom is diapered.”

He pats my outer thighs. “I promise you’ll get used to it. In fact, when we’re done with your exam, you can officially meet my Little girl, Janie, and Chadka’s Little girl, Olivia. They’re about to get up from a nap.”

I haven’t seen another Little girl yet. When I arrived, no one was in the waiting room, and the man at the front desk brought us straight back to this exam room. He was kind and friendly. His name was Jeikin.

Papi is standing at my side, and he rubs my back. “I think the transition is harder for Chrissy than most. She was raised in a different environment than most humans. It was an isolated compound with strict modesty and very conservative opinions about sex. I was the first man to see her naked or touch her in any way. I haven’t penetrated her with my cock yet.”

My face heats a thousand degrees at Papi’s blunt information dump. I’d rather this doctor not know so much about my private parts.

Thabo pats my thighs again. “Good to know. I’ll want to monitor her closely and update her chart often. Bring her in every two weeks for a while so I can make sure she’s adjusting emotionally.”

Every two weeks?I hate that idea. We haven’t even started this exam, and already I’m confident I’m not going to like it.

Thabo stands and holds up his stethoscope. “Can you sit up tall for me, Baby girl? Lower your arms to your sides so I can listen to your heart.”

I shake my head. My heart is racing so hard he’ll think I’m having a heart attack. But more importantly, I don’t want him to see my boobs. My nipples are hard points, which embarrasses me.

I try to squeeze my legs together, but as usual, that’s no longer an option, not with the bulk of the diaper between them. All I get is frustrated. It’s awkward having my legs forced open all the time.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I suck in a breath and hold it, blocking out the sights and sounds of the room. I’m bombarded with too many thoughts. Every time I pull my thighs tight, I’m reminded of the past two weeks lying mostly on my back. Papi moved me around from the playpen to the floor to a bouncy seat to my crib to his arms.

He held me a lot. No matter where I lay, I was acutely aware of my legs bent and spread open. Even though I was diapered, the position made me feel exposed. It was weird having my labia parted, and it made me horny.

I’m embarrassed, so I’ll never admit that, but lying anywhere with my breasts exposed and my legs spread while I watch Papi move around makes my mouth water. He’s so attractive. His chest is wide and muscular.

I’ve never stared at a man before, not even for seconds. In the past two weeks, I’ve stared at Papi a lot. Sometimes he catches me and smiles. That makes my cheeks heat.

I’ve silently wanted him to touch me, like he did this morning, for days, remembering his touch before we left Earth. The bath… The examination with Surgient…

I’m worried this doctor on Eleadia, Thabo, is also going to make me feel things that mortify me. I know it’s going to happen. It’s already happening. I can’t process the feelings, the craving, the desire for any kind of contact even though Papi took me to that special place, finally, this morning.

Part of me keeps shouting that it’s dirty and wrong to crave that kind of intimacy. It was pounded into me from birth. Pleasures of the flesh are taboo. Sinful. It’s wrong to feel the things I feel.

But I do. I feel everything. All the taboo sinful things. My body craves Papi’s touch. I don’t even need him to prick me with his quill to crave him. But the feelings intensified this morning when he pierced my nipple.

I’m squeezed up so tight I flinch when Papi wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my naked shoulder.

When he speaks, his tone is soothing. His words are not. “Papi is going to spank you, Little one. You need a good spanking to help you center yourself and remind you who is in charge.” He’s stroking my skin while he speaks as if he’s telling me we’ll get ice cream after the doctor examines me.

I shake my head against his chest. I don’t want him to spank me. It’s humiliating.

I’m breathing heavily because also I’m intrigued, and I want to know what it will feel like, and that’s making my nipples hard, and wetness is gathering between my legs. I’m so embarrassed. Will he realize I’m aroused?

I suck in a sob against Papi’s chest. “I don’t want the doctor to see.”

Papi tips my head back and looks into my eyes, holding my chin. “Thabo is going to help me.”

I gasp and shake my head. I can’t look at Thabo.

“You need a good spanking, Baby girl. It’s natural. Nearly all Little girls need their bottoms spanked occasionally to help remind them to behave. I’ll usually take you over my knees, but today we’ll do it on the table right here in the doctor’s office.”

I shake my head again. “I don’t want you to spank me, Papi.” Tears are running down my cheeks.

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