7-Fussy

Calesti POV.

I'm not fussy, I'm hurt, he's treating me like a baby and my body is giving up, allowing him to take charge, I used the diaper already, and now I'm going to have lunch! He even forgot to feed me breakfast, see he's not that good of a daddy, to begin with.

"You ready to eat princess?" He asks me, taking me toward what I guess is his kitchen, I don't want to see the windows, I don't want to be reminded of how high up in the sky we are.

He sat me on my own seat, getting food, human food set in front of me, I didn't want to eat it, I'm a picky eater, I hate most food especially when they aren't cooked as I like them.

"Nut hungry," I say right away pushing the food away from me, I wasn't hungry at all.

"You gotta eat, try it, I'm a good cook," he promises me, but I shake my head no.

"Want me to feed you then?" He asks slash offers, I shook my head no.

"Then do you want baby food little baby? Or maybe I should give you formula," to that I had to answer, I'm not a damn baby, I made the plate move off the table and threw it against the wall.

"Calesti," he says in a calm collected voice, but that kind of scared me, I was worried about my bum.

"Did you do it on purpose or did the plate fly on its own?" He asks me, giving me a way out, but I did it on purpose.

"I did it," I say owning up to what I did, I don't want to eat.

"The hard way it is," he says picking me off my chair, laying me in his lap, but I wasn't sitting properly, I was laid prone, with my bum up in the air.

He started to slap my bum again, I screamed right away, my bum was still sore, even after the lotion aftercare, he didn't smack me much, I only received five in total, but they were enough for me to cry.

"I don't want to do this Calesti, I don't enjoy spanking you why are you acting out?" he asks me, but I don't believe him, he had me sitting up in his lap, the last place I want to be in.

"You like hitting me, and it hurt," I accuse him with more tears going down my face.

"I don't, and I've only spanked you," he says.

"Nu, you hit me on the bum," I say, I know that's what spanking is, but I don't like it.

"Slaps on the bum are the definition of spanking, and that's exactly what naughty littles don't they?" he asks me but I shake my head no, trying to wipe my tears.

"I'll tell you what if my little baby calms down and agrees to talk to me, I'll order you some nuggies," he says, nuggies aren't bad, I love those, but I don't want to talk.

"Nu talking," I say, but then I add, "Me eat nuggies," I demand.

"If you want the nuggets, you gonna have to talk to me," he says making me pout.

"Talk about what?" I ask him now, I'm not going to eat anything but nuggies, I was promised nuggies.

"Talk about this, our relation it can go with you acting up and me spanking you a couple of times per day, or we can agree on things, and live a happy peaceful life," he explains.

"How long do you plan on staying here for?" I ask him instead, how long does he plan on staying.

"I'm staying until after your training as a witch is over, and you swear alliance to king Lucifer," he says, that's gonna take forever!

"That's gonna take forever," I say with a big pout.

"Only if I need to spank you over every little thing," he explains to me, well he is right.

"Nu spank me," I demand, remembering my nuggies, "Get me nuggies,"

"I'll order them, but you're going to sit down and talk to me?" he asks me, he's being very understanding of everything that's going on.

"Okay, I'll listen," I agree, I saw him get a phone, he use regular phones, in my position in his lap, I could see him ordering me my nuggies.

"And cola," I ask him, he raises a brow at me, but I don't say anything in return.

"What's the magical word?" he asks me, I could say a spell, but I knew he didn't mean that one.

"Please," I say with an eye roll, I saw him ordering me juice instead of cola, that wasn't so bad.

"You'll eat first, then we'll talk," he says, and I nod my head yes, sure we'll talk.