Page 11 of Prepper Daddy

He set about soaping up my arms with the washcloth, and I moaned with pleasure and leaned into his ministrations. He always saved my privates for last when he bathed me, but while he cleaned the rest of me, he basically gave me a full body massage. My heart quickened as I gazed at him. He was so strong and brave and handsome.

Gratitude swelled inside me. I was so thankful to have met Daddy. Sometimes he teased me and would say things like, “You just love me for my bunker and thirty-year supply of canned soup,” but while his bunker and non-perishable food stores were a huge plus, the truth was that I loved him because he made me feel complete.

Before I’d met him, I’d been going through the motions of survival, though with each day that passed, I’d started to wonder why I was bothering. What was the point? Without anyone to share my life with, I’d been so incredibly lonely.

As Daddy pushed me forward and started rubbing the wet soapy cloth over my back, I reached for his bicep and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “I really love you, Daddy.”

He paused cleaning me and ran a hand through my hair, caressing my locks. I sighed with contentment and leaned into his palm. My eyes fluttered to his, and my throat tightened at the caring look he leveled on me.

“And I really love you, babygirl.” His deep voice vibrated through my insides and did delicious things to my privates.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead. I melted.

Chapter 6

DARREL

My cock thickened in my pants, and my breath kept catching as I continued bathing my sweet, albeit frequently naughty, babygirl. Affection brimmed in my heart as she shot me another loving look. I was glad the bath was distracting her from the fact that she’d been stuck underground for two months.

I knew she was a skilled fighter and could hold her own in a battle against zombies, but I didn’t want that life for her.

I wanted to protect her and coddle her. I wanted to be the one to fight for her.

When I’d built my bunker years ago, before the zombie outbreak even occurred, I’d made sure to stock it with enough food and supplies for a second person to join me, believing that second person would be Angela, my then-girlfriend. But it didn’t work out the way I thought it would, because Angela left and I proceeded to spend the next twelve years alone, hoping and praying that one day I would meet a special young woman who was willing to share her life with me. A woman who was open to letting me daddy her.

Not long after I’d brought Meg to my bunker, she’d started calling me ‘Daddy’ on a regular basis and I’d started calling her ‘babygirl.’ I loved her with my whole heart and firmly believed we were always destined to meet.

“Daddy,” she said in an overly sweet voice, “Daddy, I think you missed a spot on my left breast.” Her eyes danced with mischief as she thrust her chest outward and arched an eyebrow at me.

I smirked as I soaped up the cloth and brought it to the breast in question. “Is that so?” I asked. “Well, we can’t have that. Daddy better wash your entire bosom again just to make sure you’re all clean.”

She gave an eager nod. “That’s a great idea. You’re so smart.”

A chuckle left me as I worked the soapy cloth over both her breasts, paying extra attention to her peaked nipples. Tiny keening whimpers emanated from her throat. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

I could tell she was being a tad naughty underneath the bubbles. She wasn’t touching her privates without permission, but she was pressing her thighs tightly together and squirming around. But I liked watching her squirm, so I didn’t comment on the slight misbehavior.

If she became bold enough to reach between her legs, however, I wouldn’t hesitate to deliver a few firm smacks to her wet, soapy bottom.

My cock hardened further at the memory of the last spanking she’d received during bath time. She was being grumpy and intentionally splashed water on my shirt, so I’d ordered her to get on her knees with her bottom lifted above the bubbles. Once she was in position, I’d placed a dozen quick slaps to her butt, alternating blows from cheek to cheek as she whimpered and pleaded with me about how sorry she was.

Sometimes, if she were especially naughty during bath time, I would paddle her with the wooden bath brush. But I only used the implement in the most serious of cases, like when she splashed large amounts of water on the floor during a tantrum. Bath water, like all the water in the bunker, was recycled daily and fed through a purifier, which meant wasting a single drop was a big no no.

I pinched one of her nipples, just hard enough to make her squeak. “There, babygirl,” I said as I finished running the cloth over her other breast. “What do you think? Is your bosom clean enough?” I pinched her again.

She gave a vigorous nod. “Yep, Daddy. Thank you.” She braced herself, as though expecting another pinch, but I allowed my hands to travel lower. I’d cleaned her everywhere but her privates. I liked to save my favorite part of bath time for last.

“Go ahead and spread your thighs, babygirl.” I cleared some of the bubbles away so I could glimpse her smooth pink parts.

As she obeyed, spreading her legs wide apart, a growl of pleasure escaped my throat when I gazed upon her delicate folds.

“You have the sweetest little pussy, babygirl. Have I ever told you that?” I set the washcloth aside and delved a hand into the water, intent to stroke her nether area.

She blushed. “Yes, Daddy. All the time. Ohhhh.” As my fingers brushed over her clit, she jerked her center against my hand.

“Close your eyes and relax, sweet girl.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned back in the tub. Her breasts bobbed on the surface of the water, her hard nipples peeking out from amidst the bubbles.

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