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“I am in charge of health. Which means I’ll be watching you closely for any signs of my baby feeling unwell. I will be making certain you eat right. If you start to feel ill, you tell me immediately so I can take proper care of you. I expect you to tell me if you feel nauseous, are in pain, need something from me, understand?”

“Yes.”

“As well as the rules you already have, I set bedtimes. I set chores. I set any sort of routines. Not something you need to worry about since you’re not well enough for chores. And well, routine has kind of gone out the window. But still, that’s what you can expect. Questions?”

“I don’t think so. Only, what will you do if I break the rules? Since you can’t spank me?”

“Like I said, I’ll find something. Or I’ll just keep track for one hell of a spanking at the end.”

“Something to look forward to,” she muttered. Then blushed. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. She didn’t actually want him to spank her, did she?

“Oh, believe me, it won’t be.”

* * *

He warmed up some soup for their lunch.

He could hardly believe she’d agreed to be his little girl while she was here. He was determined to make it a good experience. Although he wouldn’t hesitate to punish her, especially if she put her health at risk.

How he’d do that would be a challenge. Couldn’t give her an early bedtime when she was stuck in bed anyway. She didn’t have anything he could take off her. He couldn’t take away screen time.

Some Doms would withdraw their attention from a naughty sub. Not him. Looked like he might actually need to start keeping a notebook or something.

When he decided the soup was warm enough, he poured some into a bowl and grabbed a spoon and a towel.

“Okay, little girl. Your soup is ready.”

She didn’t open her eyes. She looked paler than she had before. Idiot. She’d gone too long without pain killers and she wasn’t good at asking for what she needed. He looked over at the sippy cup. She hadn’t had any more to drink either.

Yeah, some daddy he was.

He moved back over to where she lay. “Not feeling well, are you, baby?”

“Not really,” she whispered back. “Can I have some pain killers?”

“I’d rather you had something in your tummy first,” he told her. “Don’t want you getting sick again. Or dehydrated.”

She looked over at him then down at the soup. “Don’t think I can. Head hurts. So much.”

That worried him. He’d thought her head would be feeling better. But then he was no doctor. “All right.” He grabbed a couple of painkillers and helped her take them. Then he softly massaged the back of her neck until that pinched look left her face.

“How are you feeling?” he finally asked.

“A little better,” she told him, opening her eyes to look up at him. “But I still don’t feel like eating.”

“All right. But you have to drink some water for me. You can have soup later.” He was worried about her getting dehydrated. It had been a while since he’d taken her to the toilet.

He held up the sippy cup. Amazingly, she didn’t reach for it. But she only took a few sips.

“Baby girl, do you need Daddy to take you to the potty?”

The red on her cheeks deepened. “No.”

“No, what?”

She looked confused for a moment then her face cleared and she gave him a shy look. “No, Daddy.”

“All right, but I expect you to tell me as soon as you need to go, all right? It’s not good for you to hold on just because you’re embarrassed.”


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