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“Ouch.”

“Sorry, baby girl. Soon as we get into the bathroom, you can take them back off.”

She nodded, cuddling in as he picked her up in his arms

He held her carefully, like one might a new-born babe.

She was even more precious to him. She meant everything. And she was his. He couldn’t believe she was willing to give this all up for him.

Weren’t you willing to do the same for her?

Yeah. He’d do whatever was necessary to keep her. Even if that meant staying here.

He set her down in her bathroom, and crouched before her, undoing her sneakers. “Hold onto my shoulders, angel.”

She held on as he first took off her sneakers and socks then drew down her pants and panties. Then he turned and put the plug in the bath, before turning on the taps.

“Go potty, little bit. I’ll be back in a minute.” He went and gathered up some pajamas for her to get dressed into. When he returned, she was washing her hands. She’d pulled her panties back up but left her pants off. He didn’t blame her. The spandex wouldn’t feel too nice against her hot ass.

“Daddy, it’s not bedtime yet.”

“You’re tired. I thought you could have a bath and get into your jammies. I’ll get us some dinner and we can make a nest in front of the T.V. in your bedroom, eat our dinner and relax.”

“Oh.” A smile crossed her face. “That sounds perfect actually.”

He kissed her lightly. “Have you got any bubbles?”

“Of course! Can’t have a bath without bubbles! I gots some bubble bath in here.” She opened the cupboard doors and pulled out a big container of strawberry-scented bubble bath. He took it from her and poured some in the bath.

“More, Daddy! More!”

“I think that’s enough,” he said firmly, putting the container away. He noticed that her lower lip was poking out and he gave it a light tap with his finger. “Put that away. I don’t want to lose you in all the bubbles, do I? You might slip on out of my grasp if there are too many bubbles.”

“Silly Daddy. I can’t slip out of the bath.”

“Let’s get you stripped out of these clothes.” He reached for her tank top. She bit her lip, but she didn’t say anything as he took off her top and bra. He made certain not to stare at her bare breasts for too long. Which wasn’t easy. They were plump and topped with pink nipples that he longed to take into his mouth.

And he was pretty certain he’d been wrong. They weren’t fake at all.

He drew down her panties before testing the temperature of the bath water and turning off the taps. He looked at her hair. “Got a tie for your hair, little bit?”

She nodded and pointed to a drawer. He drew out a dark blue tie. “All right, turn around.”

She gave him a skeptical look. “Do you know how to do hair, Daddy?”

“Daddy’s know everything.” Not really.

But she turned dutifully, giving him quite the eyeful of her gorgeous ass which was pink from her spanking.

He managed to get her hair up into some sort of loose ponytail. It looked terrible, but it would keep the majority of her hair out of the water.

Grabbing hold of her, he lifted her into the bath.

She winced as she sat down and immediately moved onto her knees. “Ouchie.”

“Poor baby,” he crooned. “Have you got a sore bottom?

“You’re the one who made it sore, Daddy,” she said accusingly.


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