Page 27 of Daddy Devious

“I know, little one. But you don’t have a choice.”

Narrowing her eyes, she glares at me, her expression turning mutinous. “What if I say no?”

Obviously, she’s recovered from her ordeal this morning. “Do you want to know how much more a spanking hurts on a wet bottom, Victoria? Because I can promise you it’s much worse. And if I have to spank you to gain your compliance, we will skip the shopping trip with Auntie Cat and come straight home after the doctor.”

She gasps, the sound filled with outrage. “You wouldn’t!”

“I absolutely would. And then I would have to spank you for making your Auntie Cat sad.”

Tears pool on her lashes. “I don’t want to make anyone sad,” she whispers.

“Then you’re going to be a good girl and let Daddy finish your bath?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says with a dramatic sigh that has me fighting back laughter.

“Good choice, my little thief.” Picking up a washcloth, I lather it with soap before running the cloth over her skin. Victoria keeps herself occupied with her mermaids, only paying attention to me when I distract her from her game by lifting one arm and then the other.

When her upper body is fully clean, I let her lean back against the edge of the tub. She’s distracted by the mermaids again, which is fine by me. Dipping the cloth under the water, I run it over her leg, up to where her pretty pussy is waiting for me. I abandon the cloth for now, sliding my fingers inside her wet heat.

“Daddy!” Gasping with shock, she drops her mermaids into the water and arches up into my touch. “You don’t need to clean me there!”

“Disagree, little one,” I respond with a laugh. But my laughter is cut short when she grabs my wrist and tugs. “Victoria. Put your hands on the rim of the tub. Now.”

Eyes wide with shock and more than a little fear, she releases her hold on me and places her hands on either side of the tub. “But Daddy,” she whines, a pink flush that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water covering her face. “I can clean myself down there.”

“Daddy will clean you, everywhere, every single time. You’re far too Little to give yourself a bath, Victoria.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m a big girl.”

She doesn’t sound like a big girl right now. She sounds exactly like a whiny, sulky toddler, and it thrills me to my core. “No, you are not. You are Daddy’s little baby, and you will be treated as such. We’ve talked about this already.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she whispers, fresh tears leaking from her eyes.

“For who? It’s not embarrassing for me. And you and I are the only ones here.”

“Caleb was here earlier. And the lady on the plane. And Oliver.”

“I can assure you, the only emotion they feel when they see you taking your rightful place as my Little girl is envy. Oliver and Caleb, because they both wish they had a Little girl like you,and Kerry because she’s been looking for a Daddy as long as I can remember. Nobody on this island is judging you except you, Victoria. The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.”

“Oh.” Perfect white teeth appear, biting down on her bottom lip. “You really mean that? Nobody here will think I’m… weird?”

“Not in the least. Now, are you going to let Daddy finish cleaning this pretty little pussy?”

More pink floods her cheeks. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

What I’m doing to her has nothing to do with cleaning, and everything to do with getting her primed for her doctor’s visit. Doctor D had very specific instructions for me, and I plan to follow them to the letter.

Working my finger in and out of her tight channel, I wait until she’s writhing at my touch, whimpering and whining before sliding a second finger in alongside the first. Stretching her, because she’ll need to be stretched if this tight little cunt is going to take my cock inside it soon.

Once she’s out of her mind with need, begging and pleading with me to please, please let her come—I stop. Pulling my hand from her pussy, I pick up the washcloth and return to washing the rest of her body as if nothing has happened.

“Daddy!”

It’s everything I can do not to laugh at her indignant protest. “Yes, little one?”

“You… I… You didn’t…” She lets out a short scream of frustration, and I have to cough to cover my laugh.

“No, I didn’t. You’ll have to wait a little bit longer, I’m afraid. Doctor’s orders.”

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