I jerk my eyes open and yank the pacifier out of my mouth, shoving away from him at the same time. “You cheated.”
He swallows. “I didn’t have a choice.” He looks sullen. Sad. Scared.
I stare at him. I’ve hurt him. He’s hurting. I’m hurting, but so is he. My heart beats faster. “Don’t do that to me,” I protest.
“I didn’t like it, Baby girl,” he says softly. His hands are wrapped around me. I’m sitting upright in his lap now.
My reality sinks in and tears start to fall.
Papi looks like he’s going to cry too. I’ve never seen him so emotional.
I lift my hands and swipe at my cheeks. “Forever?” I ask.
“Forever, Baby girl,” he whispers. “I will take care of you forever. I will never let anything happen to you. I will feed you and change you. I will hold you when you’re sad or scared. I will rock you when you need comforting. I will make love to you when you’re aroused. I will love you until the end of Eleadia.”
My breath hitches. He used the L word. We’ve spent nearly every moment together since we met, but that’s been a total of two weeks. Four days on Earth and nine here on Eleadia. Love?
“I will remind you how much I love you every day of your life, Baby girl. It’s powerful, and I know it’s scary, but it’s true. And that love is the reason I will always be so overprotective. It’s in my nature. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. You will follow my rules for your safety and my sanity. When you don’t, I will discipline you. If you need me to punish you every day, I will. Eventually, that will get old, and you’ll stop misbehaving when you realize I will not budge on the rules.”
“Are you going to spank me?” I ask in a soft voice.
“No because you like it when I spank you.”
I flinch. He’s right.
“You like a bit of pain. You like it when I pinch your nipples and when I pierce your skin. You love it when I swat your bottom. That’s not going to be an effective means of punishment.”
I remember him mentioning timeouts and cringe. That sounds awful. I’d rather lie over his lap and have my bottom blistered. At least he’d be touching me.
Papi reaches down and removes my diaper, confusing me. If he’s not going to spank me…
He stands and sets the diaper aside before carrying me through the kitchen and out the back door.
“Papi?” I hold on to his neck and look around.
He doesn’t answer me. He walks to the edge of the yard and sets me on my feet before squatting next to me and running his hand over the leaves of several plants. Green shoots. They look like onions. He checks the base of several, chooses one, and eases it from the ground.
All the blood leaves my face as I remember him telling me about a plant used for punishment.
He holds it up. “Yooka.”
I’m completely naked, and he takes my hand and leads me back into the kitchen. I stand silently next to him considering the wisdom of my tantrum while he puts on gloves and peels the outside of the purple root. It’s like a knobby carrot.
I remain quiet as he leads me back outside. I’m confused and nervous, but I know he won’t hurt me. I know it in my soul. I’ve been very naughty though. I deserve to be punished.
Papi leads me to the middle of the yard to an enormous shade tree. There is a swing on one thick limb on the right. I haven’t had a chance to use it yet. Until today, I haven’t had the strength to hold on.
Papi heads to a different branch on the left. It has two ropes hanging down as if they could connect to a swing, but there’s no seat, and they don’t hang low enough.
When I approach, I noticed the ropes have cuffs on the ends. My heart rate picks up. I’m trembling.
Papi guides me to stand beneath the ropes and lifts one of my arms high above my head before securing the cuff.
Tears start to fall as he secures my other wrist next, leaving my arms in a V above me with barely enough give for my feet to remain planted on the ground. I feel extremely exposed in this position, and I squeeze my eyes shut and reprimand my naughty body for betraying me.
I’m aroused. My pussy is soaked. My nipples are hard points that demand attention. My clit is pulsing. All he’s done is restrain me naked in the yard so far, and I’m worried I will come. This does not feel like a punishment. It feels like a hot sexy scene at a BDSM club.
Papi picks up the root where he’d set it down on a towel while he restrained me. He slides a glove back on and circles behind me. “Spread your legs, Baby girl,” he commands.