Page 15 of Poppy's Place

Of course, at the time she was telling me these things, she didn’t know for sure if he was a Daddy or that he was looking for a Little like me. But she was confident he was into kink in some capacity based on things he’d said to her, and to me in particular, so I dropped my guard around him and let things play out naturally.

The most natural way possible, in fact, when he kissed my pussy until I had the greatest orgasm of my life and then he made love to me with such adoration that I never wanted to let him leave my side.

So when I opened my eyes on Sunday morning and saw that he was still here, I knew he was for real. I squeezed him and kissed his pec before dragging my teeth along his muscular chest.

Daddy let out a low moan and curled the arm that was around me tighter against his side. “Good morning, baby girl.”

“Morning, Daddy.”

His free hand immediately rubbed down my belly to the front of my diaper. When he felt the bulge, I saw the briefest hint of a smile as he turned to kiss my forehead. “Let me get you changed, unless you want a bath now?”

I couldn’t hold back my excitement at getting a bath from my Daddy. “Bathtime, Daddy.”

“I must have been a good Daddy last night to get such lovely rewards this morning. A wet diaper and bathtime for my baby girl.” He genuinely seemed happy by what was in store for him.

Which was fine with me. This was what I’d dreamed of when I imagined having a Daddy of my very own. Carter seemed too good to be true, but whether he was or wasn’t, I was gonna ride the happy Little train for as long as I could.

It was too good.

Too fun.

Too…everything. “You were a good Daddy. Very good.”

He grinned and slipped out of bed, totally naked with his big dick hanging between his legs like it needed to be touched.

I didn’t get a lot of time to admire it last night, but I hoped we could remedy that now. “So good that I think you deserve a bath too.”

“Is that so?” Carter disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the faucet turn on before he returned a moment later. “It might be a tight fit, but if you’d like me to join you in the tub, I think that can be arranged.”

“Yes, please.” I hopped up onto my knees and waited for him to reach for me and help me to my feet.

Daddy held my hand as we walked into the bathroom. Then he released the snaps on my onesie and pulled it over my head so I was standing in front of him with just the diaper. “Do you need to potty again before we take that off?”

I shook my head, slightly embarrassed but falling into my Little headspace that didn’t know the meaning of embarrassment. “No, Daddy. I’m ready for my bath.”

Carter nodded and expertly removed the diaper and helped me into the water. It was only about half full, but when I got in, the water got deeper. And when I scooted to the middle and Daddy slipped in behind me with two hand towels and a small bucket he must have found under my sink, the water rose to the edge without overflowing at all.

Daddy was so smart.

“No toys?” I grabbed the bucket and filled it with water then dumped it out, splashing all over my face. “Or bubbles?”

“This morning is a cleaning bath, not a playing bath, beautiful. You need to eat breakfast and drink some water or milk before it’s time to play.”

“Oh.” I was a little disappointed, but I did need to eat. And when Daddy began to rub the soapy washcloth over my breasts and arms before washing below the waterline, I just leaned backagainst his chest and let all those sad feelings wash away because it felt so good to be taken care of by someone who always wanted what was best for me. “Okay, Daddy. Thank you for helping me get clean.”

“Always, baby girl.” He reached for the bucket that was floating in front of me and filled it with water. “Scoot forward, so Daddy can wash your hair.”

I did as he asked and closed my eyes, loving the way it felt when he poured the warm water over my hair. When he added shampoo, Daddy massaged my scalp with strong fingers until there was a yummy coconut smell filling the whole room. And when it was time to wash away the shampoo, he covered my eyes with the dry towel so no suds got in them. He thought of everything. After conditioning and making sure everything was squeaky clean, it was over too soon.

“It’s time to get out, baby girl. I can either make you breakfast or take you out.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my shoulder. “What would you prefer?”

“Pancake Piazzo!” It was my favorite place for Sunday brunch. “Can we go there, Daddy?”

“Anything you want.” He scooted me to the center of the tub and then stood up behind me. “Let’s get you dried off and dressed so we can get some pancakes into that grumbly tummy of yours.”

As if on cue, my tummy did grumble for pancakes. At least it had good taste!

Chapter 12

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