Page 32 of His Little Sapphire

Papi pulls me from his chest and lowers me onto my back. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. Take a deep breath. The sooner you cooperate, the sooner the spanking will be over.”

I want to fight him. I want to jump down and run from the room, but where would I go? It’s not like I know a single person on the planet who would help me. Besides, I can’t stand the idea of not being with Papi.

He easily turns me over so I’m on my tummy. When he lifts my hips, Thabo slides something under me. A soft wedge under my tummy.

Papi’s hand is on my lower back, keeping me in place while Thabo gently tugs my hand from under my chest and brings it to the side of the table near my hips.

I whimper when he wraps a restraint around my wrist, securing my hand to the table. Papi does the same on the other side, making me start crying. When he lifts my head to slide a soft pillow under my cheek, I sob. My bottom is in the air. My cheek is on the pillow.

A third strap is tightened over my lower back, making me almost immobile. Making my nipples harder than ever as they drag against the exam table. I hate that I’m growing more aroused.

Someone removes my diaper, and I gasp. My bottom is completely exposed to the room. When I try to pull my knees together, something is wedged between them, forcing them obscenely wide.

Papi sets one hand between my shoulder blades and another on my bottom. “Take a breath, Baby girl.”

I can’t.

“It’s for the best,” Thabo states. “The anticipation is causing her to panic. She needs a good spanking. After the first one, she’ll know what it’s like and won’t panic so badly the next time. Putting it off any longer will just cause her panic to grow.”

Papi swats my bottom.

I cry out even though it doesn’t hurt. It was just a pat.

He does it again, this time lower, at the juncture of my thighs and my butt cheeks. The vibration goes straight to my private parts, making me gasp and lift my head.

Papi does it again. It feels like he has spanked right over my sensitive nub. He hasn’t, but the heat is radiating in that direction.

The next swat makes my nipples drag against the table since I’m holding my head up. Every inch of me is irrationally aroused. I can’t stay in this position though. My shoulders are supporting my body. I lower my cheek back to the pillow.

Papi spanks me over and over, covering my bottom and the backs of my thighs. Some of the swats make a beeline for my private parts. Some are harder than others. Sometimes he strikes me faster. Sometimes he leaves seconds in between.

My butt is on fire. It burns more with every spank. And I want him to touch my private parts more than ever before. Illogical and embarrassing. I pray he doesn’t touch me there because I’m so wet.

Suddenly he stops, and one second later, I’m mortified because he cups my swollen labia and drags his fingers through the immense wetness.

I cry out and rock back into his hand, silently, irrationally begging for more. I’m so confused.

Thabo sets a hand on my shoulder and speaks, making me even more humiliated. “What you’re feeling is perfectly normal, Little one. Lots of Little girls get aroused from a spanking.”

I clench both my jaw and my butt cheeks. I hate that my legs are spread out so obscenely. I hate it because it’s making me hornier.

Papi lightly teases my sensitive nub. I want to squirm out of his reach, but I can’t. He’s holding me steady.

When his hand disappears, I’m shaking, and I moan before I can stop myself. The odd stinging burn all over my backside feels kind of good. It’s life affirming or something.

“Good girl,” Papi praises. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I shudder but don’t respond. I’d be lying if I argued with him.

Thabo moves to the end of the exam table and sets his palms on my heated thighs. “I’m going to go ahead and get your vitals with the probe while you’re in this position.”

I wince and squeeze my cheeks together. It’s so invasive and humiliating. They will both see my arousal growing while it’s in me too.

Papi parts my cheek so Thabo can spread a lubricant on my tight rosebud. “It will be easier if you don’t clench, Baby girl,” Papi soothes.

I can’t help it though, and I stop breathing when Thabo slides a finger into my bottom.

“That’s a good girl. Don’t fight it. Let Thabo examine you.”

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