Page 205 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Are you really going to shave me?”

“Yes.” Rocky suspected removing her adult intimate hair would be a big step to helping Melissa settle into her new life.

“What if it’s itchy?”

“Then we’ll try a laser or waxing.”

“Those might hurt,” she said, sticking her bottom lip out as she finally drew closer to him.

Rocky scooped her up to sit on his lap. “I’m very proud of you for finishing your time out. It’s hard for a Little girl to be brave when she earns consequences.”

“I don’t like consequences,” she groused.

“That’s why they’re consequences.”

He waited for her to respond. Instead, a few seconds later, she slumped against his chest, dropping her head to his shoulder. Rocky held her snug and swayed slowly to each side. Her breath gushed out in an audible sigh, and he felt her relax even more.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Some days I don’t feel like a good girl,” she whispered. “I don’t try to be bad, but something inside me says,I don’t have to do that.”

“I suspected that’s what’s happening. You’ve had to make so many decisions for so long it’s hard to let someone else help you.”

“What if you make the wrong decision?” she asked, leaning back to look at him.

“Being a Daddy doesn’t give you all the answers. It does give you a protective perspective. If I make a mistake, I’ll always err on the side of keeping you happy and healthy,” Rocky shared.

“And Little?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“If I’m shaved, are you going to make me wear diapers?”

“Sometimes, yes. Am I going to put you in diapers and announce that to the world? No. There are secrets that Daddies and Littles have.”

“Oh! Like being smooth?”

“Yes. I’ll know. You’ll know. And Dr. Richards will know.”

“He looks at everything,” she whispered and blushed.

Rocky loved the faint glow of pink on her cheeks. He’d set up a physical with the doctor next month and written it in red on the calendar. They’d already had many conversations about what that appointment would be like. Melissa knew Dr. Richards would check her from head to toe.

When the blood tests results came back, a courier had delivered a large cannister of supplements for her to take. Suppositories, of course. She hadn’t remembered him taking blood, but her Daddy did. She must have enjoyed that medicated pacifier too much.

“Can I have another pacifier when I go?” she asked.

“I’ll be sure to ask. I bet Dr. Richards would be glad to help you relax.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t probe any further. Melissa had decided she would go to Dr. Richards. However that decision came about, he wasn’t going to argue.

“Ready for your bath, Little girl?”

“Can I have bubbles?”

“You bet. I’ll even show you a very special room when you’re finished,” Rocky promised.

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