Page 17 of Vabar

My body lights on fire. My pussy clenches. Need even stronger than before makes me delirious.

Daddy pats my naked bottom. “Shhh, Little pet. Try to settle down.”

I can’t. I’m alert. Desperate. I want him to do that again. “Daddy…” I whine.

He chuckles. “No whining, naughty pet.” He emphasizes his order with a swat to my bottom.

Clenching my butt cheeks together, I glare at him.

He chuckles and slaps my tender skin again. “And no mean looks.”

I whimper, shaking. I’m not cold when I’m pressed against him like this, but I’m trembling from frustration. It’s as though that release was nice, but I suspect there’s more. It wasn’t enough.

Daddy reaches over to the end table and picks up the bottle. When he brings it to my lips, I jerk my head to the side. I don’t want him to feed me right now. I want him to touch my pussy again.

Daddy sets the bottle down and rolls me onto my tummy so fast that I don’t know what’s happening until he starts spanking me. Not a single swat but a dozen hard slaps of his palm landing on my bottom.

I can’t breathe. There’s no escaping his punishment. He’s holding me down with a huge palm on the small of my back.

By the time he’s finished, I’m sobbing uncontrollably from the humiliation as well as the pain.

I’m limp when he turns me over. Without a word, he brings the nipple to my lips again.

I hesitate, sobbing, so angry I want to scream.

“Do you need Daddy to spank you again, naughty girl?”

Through sniffles, I murmur, “No, Sir.”

He lifts a brow, and I open my mouth to accept the nourishment.

In seconds, I’m sucking hard because I realize how hungry I am.

Daddy’s face softens, and he smiles. “There’s my good girl. I know you’re still learning, but you will not disobey me. I’m going to be very strict with you, Little pet, and I expect complete compliance. I won’t give any warnings. When you misbehave, I will dole out punishments without hesitation.”

I hold his gaze while he lectures me. I’m angry. Seething. My bottom hurts. My pussy is still pulsing. And I’m tired.

I’m also torn. I want to be good, but at the same time, I want to run from this weird place and never look back. I shouldn’t enjoy anything Vabar offers me.

He’s my Daddy. He’s going to be firm, and I won’t be permitted to disagree. Can I live like this? Do I have a choice?

When the bottle is gone, I’m restless, squirming on Daddy’s lap. My eyes slide closed. They’re too heavy.

He puts another nipple in my mouth, and I frown when nothing comes out of it. I blink a few times, trying to see why he’s having me suck an empty bottle. But he’s not. There’s no bottle in front of my face. Just the nipple.

I reach up to touch my mouth and freeze.

Daddy guides my hand away from my face. “It’s a pacifier, Little pet. It will help you self-soothe.”

I search my brain to remember what a pacifier is. Babies use them. Babies also use diapers and drink from bottles. I whimper at the total package.

Daddy stands, cradling me close to his chest. He pads from the room.

Coming more alert, I look around. We’re in a bedroom. It’s obviously his room. The bed is bigger than any I’ve ever seen, but then, so is he.

He lays me on the mattress, which is so high off the floor I’d probably injure myself trying to get down. I’m lying sideways though, my feet toward the edge of the mattress.

Daddy bends my knees, parts my legs wide, and slides a diaper under me. He uses a soft wet cloth to clean my folds, and then rubs ointment onto my swollen skin.