Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I like bubble baths, Daddy.” If Austin’s house had a big bathtub, Daddy had to have one too. “Do you have bubbles? They get everybody squeaky clean.”
Daddy scrunched up his face and then looked up at the ceiling and frowned like he was a superhero and could see through the floor. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out.” Climbing off Daddy, I didn’t fall or squish his penis. “I’ll scrub you, Daddy, and I’ll show you how to play.”
He might be a good spanker but I wasn’t sure Daddy knew how to play.
Yep.
Daddy’s eyes went really big. “I have to play?”
There were no silly questions.
“Yes.” Being a big helper, I grabbed his hands and tugged so he could sit up. “There you go. Good boy, Daddy.”
He scrunched up his face again and gave me a silly smile. “I’m a good boy, huh?”
Nodding ’cause he was so funny, I helped him stand too. “Yes. You’re funny and you’re a big helper. You even sat up and weren’t dramatic. You’re a good boy too.”
Daddy’s brows pulled together and he got a very thinky face. “I’m not sure that’s the qualifications for being labeled as a good boy.”
He was so cute.
“I’m right, Daddy. I’m a good boy too.” I was a good helper and I got up fast and I didn’t squish him. “I was amazing and I didn’t fall off your lap either.”
Swinging Daddy’s hand, I leaned close. “You can’t tell anyone, but one of the littles in the playroom went out on a date with a new Daddy and when he got his spanking he wiggled too much and fell off the new Daddy’s lap.”
“Oh.” Daddy frowned. “That’s the first thing that they teach you. Hold on tight because subs can be wiggly.”
Who was teaching the Daddies?
Did Austin know there was a class?
Was it a Daddy secret?
“I like learning, Daddy.” Yes. I wanted to go to Daddy school too. “Can I go to Daddy classes?”
Daddy’s eyes went wide and he let out a big breath. “Oh, that’s…I shouldn’t have…”
It was a secret.
“I won’t tell.” I’d be very good. “Let’s go find bubbles and then you can tell me about Daddy school.”
If he went to Daddy school, then he had to have bubbles. They’d tell him how important they were. That was a big thing.
“Yes.” Daddy looked a bit like he had a tummy ache. “Bubbles and then we’ll talk about Daddy school.”
“I like having a plan, Daddy.” He would too once his tummy didn’t hurt. “Does you got a tummy ache? Are you getting cranky because you’re sticky?”
I’d made him sticky and he’d made him sticky.
So Daddy was big sticky.
Daddy looked confused before his smile came back. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. Let’s go find bubbles.”
Yay.
“We’ll hunt for them.” They had to be there somewhere.
“That is a very good plan.” Daddy scrunched up his face again. “We’re going to start in the guest rooms. Those are very well-stocked.”
That meant they had lots of cute stuff.
They had cute soaps in shapes and they had smelly stuff and they had lotions.
“Found it.” Holding up the bubbles, I showed it to Daddy. “We did it.”
And we’d found two big bathtubs, so I could help Daddy get all clean too and we could have our plan. Bath time. Dinner. Daddy school.
Yes.
Daddy dates were amazing.
Chapter 13
Tyson
“I knew you had a big tub, Daddy.” Dessie was wiggling and wearing bubbles and a beaming smile as he scrubbed shampoo through my hair. “And you had bubbles and toys.”
I wasn’t sure measuring cups and silly party favors from a Halloween event a few years ago counted, but Dessie did, so that was all that mattered. “We’re going to have to pick out some new bubbles and more toys, though. I want you to have your favorite smells and to have lots of fun in the tub.”
Fun that didn’t involve sinking Daddy’s submarine.
“I like vanilla and strawberries and bubble gum.” Dessie scrunched his face up and looked around. “I lost the cup.”
It’d disappeared under the bubbles somewhere, so we went fishing for it. “I think you just like bubbles that smell like food.”
He giggled and nearly dived under the water, proving that the tub was entirely too big. “Found it.”
“Good boy.” He was a good boy who was going to drown his Daddy judging by the wicked grin on his face. I closed my eyes in time for the water to flood over my head, rinsing off the shampoo and dousing me. “Hmm, are you trying to drown Daddy?”
That got more giggles from him, but he sounded slightly bigger and a towel gently wiped over my eyes, giving me the impression that he wasn’t quite as little somehow. “Nooo…you’re just cute when you look like a drowned puppy.”
And he was big.
Snorting, I opened my eyes and frowned at him, which just got more laughter. “Would you like to say that again?”