Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Increases it?” Her voice is shrill. “Increases it,” she shouts louder. She shakes her head. “That’s a mild word.”
“I’m sorry, Little one. I forgot to mention it. I didn’t realize your reaction would be this violent.”
She’s still shaking. Her fingers are white where she grips the basin. “I’ve never felt this crazed before. It won’t stop.”
I search the counter and find a bottle of soap. Just what I need. A gentle soap designed for this very issue. Mild enough for a female’s sensitive tissue but made to ease her suffering.
I slide a hand under her small bottom and lift her partly out of the water so I can wash her pussy.
She winces, her breath wheezing out between her teeth as she exhales. “Let me do it.”
I shake my head. “No, Baby girl. Bad idea. Let Papi do it.”
Her body trembles, and she tips her head back and moans while I carefully wash her pussy, reaching my fingers up inside her to get as much of the semen to run out as possible.
When I lower her back into the water, she sighs.
“Better?”
“Marginally.”
I release the water and fill the basin again with clean water.
She’s panting as it fills, her tiny legs trembling violently as the water level rises over her pussy once again. “I can’t decide if I never ever want to have sex again or if I want you to fuck me clear into tomorrow now.”
I chuckle. I’m impressed with her ability to speak so clearly. However… “You’ll at least have to wait until after I spank your naughty bottom, Little girl.”
She looks at me. “That might work.”
“What?” I lift a brow, uncertain what she’s talking about. It could be she’s simply confused.
“Spanking me. Maybe it would take my mind off the throbbing need your fucking semen is still causing.”
I lift both brows now. “That dirty mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble.”
“That’s the idea. If you spank my ass, maybe I’ll forget about my cunt.”
“Kendra,” I admonish in the most authoritative tone I can manage.
She grins and shrugs. “Is it working?”
“Yes.” I reach out and tweak one of her nipples. Hard. Making her whimper. “Stop it. One more naughty word and you’ll be standing in the corner for the rest of the day.”
She opens her mouth, and I can see the naughtiest thoughts behind her eyes, so I clasp my hand over her lips before she can utter her next word.
“I have another idea. Instead of spanking you, I’ll strap you down and stroke my cock until my semen coats your titties. Do you want me to leave you writhing with need as my essence soaks slowly into your skin?”
She gasps, her eyes going wide, and then she shakes her head behind my palm.
I lower my hand. “I didn’t think so. I do, however, think that threat will work wonders for me in the future. Are you done cussing, naughty girl?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I give a curt nod and continue washing her. When her breathing evens out, I reach for another item. A clear plastic bottle with a label indicating exactly what I need.
After releasing the water again, I set a towel behind Kendra’s head on the counter. “Lean back. Lift your legs out of the basin and set your feet on either side.”
She frowns. “Why?”
I meet her gaze. “Do as Papi says,” I order.
She sighs, but she obeys me, lowering her head to the counter so she’s staring at the ceiling. She spreads her thighs wide, exposing her swollen pussy with her feet lifted out and onto the counter.
I place one hand on her pelvis to steady her and insert the nozzle of the little bottle up inside her vagina as far as it will reach. As I squeeze the bottle, the contents empty into her and slowly flow back out into the basin.
The douche should wash away the remnants of my semen, and I know it’s working because Kendra doesn’t even protest the exposed position she’s in. She simply sighs and releases her breath. I can feel the tension leaving her body.
Thank the universe. I’m not leaving here without a case of these bottles of douche. At least now I know there’s a way to ease her arousal, and she might just let me inside her again another day.
When the bottle is empty, I rinse her again before wrapping her chilled body into a large soft towel and lifting her out of the basin. I snuggle her against me.
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” she says through chattering teeth.
“I bet you’re going to feel something entirely different after we get home and I spank your bottom until you can’t sit on it even with your padded diaper.”
She shudders. “About that…”
Chapter Ten
Kendra
Papi makes good on his threat. The moment we get home, he strips my diaper, takes me over his knees in the living room, and spanks my bottom until I’m in tears.