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As she followed his directions, he explained, “I’m going to help you stand on your good leg so I can take off your skirt and panties. Then it’s time to potty and go to bed.”

Standing on one leg, groggy from pain meds, wasn’t easy. She held onto his broad shoulders to stabilize herself when helowered himself to one knee in front of her. When she was somewhat steady, he unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She held her breath as his slightly rough hands slid up her outer thighs to loop under the sides of her underwear and pull them down to her ankles.

The captain stood and lifted her from the garments to carry her to the toilet. “Pull up your shirt, Tati. You don’t want to get it wet.” When she complied, he set her bottom on the seat.

She sat there, squeezing her muscles not to wee in front of him as he returned to the sink to turn on the faucet. The sound of the water running to reheat was all it took to overwhelm her resolve not to pee. He rinsed and twisted the extra liquid from the cloth before returning to her side.

“All done?”

After nodding, Tatiana flushed the toilet. She allowed him to help her stand and stared at the ceiling as he carefully cleaned her pussy and between her buttocks. “I’m sorry you have to do all this for me,” she whispered.

“I’m not. In my mind, a Daddy should care for you just like this whether you’re hurt or feeling well. Would you like that?”

She gathered her courage and nodded again, unable to say the words.

“Then, I think you need to call me Daddy.”

“When we’re alone?”

“Or with others who are Little,” he suggested.

“There are others who are Little?” she asked in surprise before yawning widely as the exhaustion she’d pushed away dropped back over her like a blanket.

“Yes, Tati. Now. Time for bed.”

Soon, snuggled under the covers with Hugo, Tatiana closed her eyes. She loved that her Daddy sat on the mattress by her side as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

Each day, her ankle hurt less. Tatiana got better at maneuvering on the wheeled knee walker her Daddy had gotten for her to use. It made getting around the office and his house so much easier. She’d had crutches when she was a teenager. Those were exhausting.

Tatiana loved spending time with the captain. “Daddy,” she corrected herself. Or Jack, if they were in the office.

Her car still sat in front of her apartment. At least she’d broken her left foot so she could have driven the automatic sedan. Riding into work each day with a full stomach after a good night’s sleep on a comfy mattress, Tatiana felt like a princess.

On Friday night as he drove her home, Tatiana felt like she had to ask, “You could just take me home for the weekend. You know. If I’m a bother.”

“You are never a bother. Are you unhappy staying with me?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a split second to look at her.

“I love staying with you. I just don’t want to outstay my welcome.”

“That’s not going to happen. A Little girl should be with her Daddy. I thought you might like a bath tonight?”

“With bubbles?” popped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“Of course.”

“Can I get my cast wet?”

“Not a good idea. You could—it’s a fiberglass cast. But it would take a long time to dry out. Let’s wrap your foot in a plastic bag and we’ll clean your toes later.”

“A bath sounds amazing.”

A picture flashed into her brain of her Daddy taking a bath with her. She’d seen him without his shirt on in the morning when he came in to take her to the bathroom. Hugo thought he was very buff and handsome. Her stuffie hadn’t liked anyone she’d dated. Much less that last jerk.

Reorienting her thoughts back to imagining her Daddy in the tub, she squirmed slightly in her seat. Tatiana had no doubt he would be a caring yet demanding lover. She definitely wanted to take a mental picture of him in the buff—while she was drooling, of course.

“Drooling?” Jack asked.

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