“O-okay. I like that. I just might not be ready for the bathing part quite yet.”
“I know. I can wait. For a while.”
“How long?”
“A few days.”
She grinned. “That long?”
“It’s going to be hard, but I can do it for you,” he told her seriously.
There was something in her face as she stared at him. Something that made him feel strong and capable of anything.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she whispered.
For once, he knew exactly how she was feeling, because he felt the same way.
“Go and get dressed, baby girl. Oh, and no underwear.”
“What?” she cried, turning back to gape at him.
“You heard me. I don’t like to repeat myself, but while you’re learning, I will bend.” He could be flexible. He didn’t know what Webb was always going on about, that he was too inflexible. “No underwear.”
“But this is so short.”
“Yes.”
“If I bend over, you’ll see my butt.”
He certainly hoped so.
“That is correct.”
“I . . . I . . .”
“You have two minutes,” he warned.
“Or?”
“Or I’ll come help you. And, baby girl, you’d do best to obey me.” He put some warning into his voice. It was a partial test to see how she reacted. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him.
But while there was some trepidation, there was no fear.
“Do you have a hairbrush?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“Bring that too.”
Exactly two minutes later, she returned. He raised an eyebrow at her bright red face. Her hands were behind her back, as though protecting her behind.
“Where is your hairbrush?”
“You’re not going to spank me with it, are you, Daddy?”
“Come here.”
“Not until you tell me.”