Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Why not?” Daddy chuckled when another yawn snuck up on me. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.”
Because he was a good Daddy.
“The building was condemned.” I’d been careful but somebody tattled. “I was smart and didn’t use the wires too much, but people kept forgetting and the switches would go pop and poof and then you’d have to flip them.”
Daddy’s eyes got big. “Does your current building pop and poof?”
“No, Daddy.” He had a really big tub. I’d forgotten how big it was. “You have two spouts, Daddy.”
Maybe Dally was right about Daddy having big money?
“I do. It helps the tub to fill faster.” Daddy kissed my head again before he let me go. “Alright, you go potty and I’m going to start the water. Do you need help? Dally made it sound like you did?”
“Sometimes I get distracted but Dally just helps because sometimes strange Doms like to…they like to get bossy, so he takes me.” I shrugged and went toward the special room with the potty. It was like having a living room in the bathroom it was so big. “He didn’t know if you were bossy yet.”
“Ah, that’s a good way to handle it.” Daddy started turning on the waters and looking busy, so I went potty. “I just want you to know that you can always ask me for help if you need it.”
Hmm.
“I need help.” My penis was stuck. “Daddy?”
“That was fast.” He chuckled and came to find me. “Ah. I see the problem.”
My zipper got broked and it made my penis stuck. “I’m trapped.”
“Daddy to the rescue.” Kneeling down, Daddy frowned at my pants. “Okay, I see the problem. The zipper has come off…the track? Whatever it’s called. I can help, though.”
Daddy frowned.
Daddy wiggled the zipper.
Daddy giggled when my penis said hello.
“It’s not his fault. You keep bumping him and rubbing him and you said hello first.” I shrugged when Daddy snickered. “He can’t help it.”
“That’s okay. I’m glad he likes me.” Daddy made a big happy sound like he’d made a touchdown. “Got it.”
“Yay.” I looked down as Daddy showed me. “Is it fixed or still broke?”
“Well, you’re not trapped anymore but I need to look at it later and see if we can make sure it’s fixed.” Daddy was making more frowning faces as he stood up. “They’re very nice pants, so we’ll do our best.”
Whew.
Work pants were expensive.
“Thank you, Daddy.” My penis was free. But he was still trying to say hi to Daddy. “I have to wait.”
Daddy coughed but I knew he was trying not to laugh. “I understand the problem. I’m going to check on the water while you wait for him to stop saying hello.”
“He’s very friendly.” I shrugged. “He likes you.”
“I’m glad.” Daddy had a big smile as he kissed my head. “Okay, I’m going to check on the water or I’ll get distracted saying hello.”
He was so silly. “He’d like that.”
I was silly too but Daddy didn’t mind. “Then we’ll have to say hello together later.”
Yay.
Daddy surprise nights were amazing.
“I’ll hurry.” Well, I hurried once my penis stopped trying to say hello to Daddy.
It took him a few minutes to get bored so we could be a good boy, but Daddy wasn’t mad because when I came out the tub had bubbles. “Oh, bubbles.”
Daddy looked very proud of himself. “I thought you’d like that. Let’s get you ready, but you have one decision to make.”
“I can make it. I’ll be very good.” Unless it was about dessert or when to go to bed or stuff where I’d probably be naughty.
Daddy laughed as he reached for my shirt and started helping me out of my clothes. “Do you want a bubble bath by yourself or should Daddy get in too?”
Hmm, that was an important question.
“Do you like bubbles?” What else? “Do you get itchy from bubbles?”
Daddy frowned as my shirt came off over my head. “Those are very good questions. I don’t have any feelings about bubbles other than that I knew you’d like them, and no, I don’t get itchy from them. Does Dally get itchy? Wait. Do you get itchy?”
Oops.
I gave Daddy worries.
“I don’t get itchy. Dally doesn’t either. His cranky big brother does.” He was always grumpy but he got really grumpy when he was itchy. “Lots of soapy stuff makes his skin get mad too.”
“Good. Neither of us will get itchy, so what do you think?” Daddy helped me take my pants all the way off and folded everything nice.
“Can we play lots of games or just toy games?” I didn’t know the rules.
Daddy frowned and shrugged. “I don’t know. The toys I bought you haven’t gotten here yet. But the internet says we can play with measuring cups and things like that.”
Did Daddy have a real job or was he one of the weird rich people who just had money and nothing to do?